"Yo, babes, how ya kickin'"
She was sitting by herself. He was on his way home. He didn't actually wanna stalk her. It was better that he leave for home immediately with no complications. Things hadn't been working perfectly ever since the shit between Dar and Dreg had been supplanted. Sea hadn't been her real self and he could testify to that. She had a response to what he said:
"Hope twouldnt take much time. Got to go A S A P."
Was she vexed? He was only playing around words. He tried cheering her up, but she gave no damn. Screw it! He's got something better to do at home!
"What doesn't work for you probably might work for me." He wasn't sure to who that was directed. They were four. He could t be the one. And he had no idea what that was supposed to mean. Probably he had an idea but was simply feigning the hard guy. Not much of an option though, but what was there to do. He shouldn't be taking much responsibility for what he hadn't said. Probably he should let some other persons do that for him. He probably would be in for such sometimes later. That was mere hypotheses. Or probably some inflected hooey. Dar was seating at the rear of the block-chair while Sea was on its heart. He was seating on the edge of the chair while Dreg was standing behind the block-chair opposite the girl's. Dreg had been indifferent. He could fathom. He knew that that was unusual of his pal. And of course he knew that that had something to do
"That's actually a side to it. But damn. There are other sides to this. And I tell you, you can't be so sure what to think. We all can't." "Uhmmm. Fair enough. Sea, tell us a folktale or story or whatever." "Yes, pleasssee..." "Bestie votes..." "Very well then. I'll think of one Dad told me. Uhmm." "Ten seconds..." "Eight..." "Seven...." "Six...." "Five...." "Four...."
"It's now your turn, Dar." "No, I can't please." "Seven..." "Six..." "Five..." "Four..." "Three..." "Two..." "One..." "Arrrgh. I give up. Y'all win." "So... The story?" "Take it whichever way it comes... There was once upon a time a king who had a son who was veryfond of hunting. He often allowed him to indulge in this pa
"You need not count for me. I'll do the little I can. At least, I won't be the last to speak. Paul will be. I'll steal his tale. Hehe." "Quit the flaunting. Let's here the tale." That was Dar. "Yanyanyan. Alright... There was once a pious old man, who was exceedingly rich. He had butone son, whose name was Jochanan. This Jochanan had a beautiful andpious wife. When his father was about to die he called his son andexhorted him to occupy himself with God’s precepts and to continually performacts of charity. He bequeathed to him all his wealth, saying, ‘‘When the days ofthy mourning are over, go into the street and remain there until thou seest a
"What are the girl's maladies?" He looked over her. Sea was the person he made an eye on. Then on Dreg and finally Dar. At least, he wanted to be the intiator of the conversation at that moment. He wasn't trying to boss around of course, but he knew that he could make do with whatever he had. And that was what was in hand. Why wouldn't he make do then? Why wouldn't he be seasoned with words. He didn't know what thoughts were rippling. He was simply only been silly and there wasn't much to that. He didn't mind. He did the survey look again. Dreg smiled. That was not what to do of course. Smiling was not the deal. He'd asked a question and they were all supposed to reflect on the asked. There obviously was no hideous attributions to the smile hewn by Dreg of course, there was more to it and he could tell. Even if twould begin with guesses! He would have somethings to say. He observed closely, he noticed that Dreg was stealing a look at Sea, he didn't know what for and didn't
"I guess Paul hasn't told us his tale." "You need not count. Let's get on it." "Yo, that's my gee!" "Gee indeed! Ew!" He hewn a lock smile as his lips danced to the syllabic rhythm pricked by gullible glottis: "There was once a Padishah who had the misfortune to have all his children stolen as soon as they reached their seventh year. Grief at this terrible affliction caused him almost to lose his reason, ‘‘Forty children havebeen born to me,’’ said he, ‘‘each seeming more beautiful than the one whichpreceded it, so that I never tired of regarding them. O that one at least had beenspared to me! Better tha
"You buying much chocolates recently?" "I'll go for strawberry." "Ew! How's that supposed to keep you up? Uhn?" "Doesn't matter. Things work for us differently." "Paulie, what ya saying about this?" "Dar said it all, we have different perception to this. Like we of course see things differently. It doesn't make us foolish or illogical or dimwitted. We're just ourselves you know." "But seriously, Sea proposing chocolates is quite the best idea. The best thing I could ever think of. " "I guess Dreg is only pointing out the odds, he's yet to say what he would be using to smack sleep."&n
"It's Brad's class and we've got a tale to work on in the exam." That guy was a case of a teacher. Damn a case! The students swapped their gazes at that. Well, his glottis were itching him. And damn! He was already on it. "Two cats made a spring, the frog flew with wings, aunt flea fell down, andthe rocks fell on her. The cock was an imam, the cow a barber, the goslings danced; all this happened at the time when a Padishah was old.This old Padishah had three sons and three daughters. One day he wastaken ill, and in spite of all the hodjas (scholar) and physicians that surroundedhim his condition failed to improve. He sent for all his sons and spoke thus tothem, ‘‘When I am dead that one of you shall be Padishah who keeps watch bymy g