“Freak, tell them to go away,” Hamlet grumbles. I give Monty and Kenshin apologetic looks and then shove one and then the other chef out of the bar.
“Go make some more pies," I tell them at the threshold of the Blue Moon Inn. They salute me and solemnly promise to make pies and deliver them to Hamlet’s house within a fortnight.
“Uh…” They scurry away before I can warn them that Hamlet likely won’t let them in. When I head back towards the bar, I see Hamlet staring morosely at the bartender as if considering buying another beer.
“So,” I say cheerfully, taking the seat beside him, “now that you’ve admitted it and the world hasn’t ended, what’s the problem?”
Hamlet sighs, so deeply, like a man over his lover. “Cheesecracker is oblivious.”
“Then tell him.”
“He’ll kill me,” Hamlet groans.
“Why?”
“Because he’s Cheesecracker.”
I twiddle my thumbs and then ask, “What if he feels the same way?”
The expression on Hamlet’s face makes me instantly depressed. Despair beyond despair pools in his dark eyes. “He doesn’t. He has a girlfriend.”
Ah, well, that complicates things. Hamlet claps my shoulder. “Don’t worry about me, Freak. You already have a quest to do.”
“I can help you too. My friends come first,” I declare.
Hamlet gives me an indulgent smile. “Noble but not practical.”
“I hope there’s nothing in the world that would stop you from helping me if I needed help,” I say offhandedly. “Not even a dragon.”
“Take care of your dragon first. I’ll manage.” Standing, Hamlet wobbles towards the door before collapsing. When I reach him, he’s dead asleep.
Poor guy. Footsteps make me glance over my shoulder. Dawn and Ava sans the frog head have come back down. Both of them raise their eyebrows at Hamlet’s prone body and then stare at me. “I didn't kill him,” I protest.
“That isn’t suspicious in the least,” Dawn mutters as Ava stifles a giggle.
“Go make some more pies," I tell them at the threshold of the Blue Moon Inn. They salute me and solemnly promise to make pies and deliver them to Hamlet’s house within a fortnight.
“Uh…” They scurry away before I can warn them that Hamlet likely won’t let them in. When I head back towards the bar, I see Hamlet staring morosely at the bartender as if considering buying another beer.
“So,” I say cheerfully, taking the seat beside him, “now that you’ve admitted it and the world hasn’t ended, what’s the problem?”
Hamlet sighs, so deeply, like a man over his lover. “Cheesecracker is oblivious.”
“Then tell him.”
“He’ll kill me,” Hamlet groans.
“Why?”
“Because he’s Cheesecracker.”
I twiddle my thumbs and then ask, “What if he feels the same way?”
The expression on Hamlet’s face makes me instantly depressed. Despair beyond despair pools in his dark eyes. “He doesn’t. He has a girlfriend.”
Ah, well, that complicates things. Hamlet claps my shoulder. “Don’t worry about me, Freak. You already have a quest to do.”
“I can help you too. My friends come first,” I declare.
Hamlet gives me an indulgent smile. “Noble but not practical.”
“I hope there’s nothing in the world that would stop you from helping me if I needed help,” I say offhandedly. “Not even a dragon.”
“Take care of your dragon first. I’ll manage.” Standing, Hamlet wobbles towards the door before collapsing. When I reach him, he’s dead asleep.
Poor guy. Footsteps make me glance over my shoulder. Dawn and Ava sans the frog head have come back down. Both of them raise their eyebrows at Hamlet’s prone body and then stare at me. “I didn't kill him,” I protest.
“That isn’t suspicious in the least,” Dawn mutters as Ava stifles a giggle.
28-Sep-2010 04:12:46 - Last edited on 28-Sep-2010 04:27:38 by Fireheart449