Chapter 57:
The visit
Daniel:
Rodger and I are in another staring contest, and Tine is in a staring contest with the window of the car. I giggle at that, but do not blink. Rodger’s eye twitch, but he also does not blink. Then, I see it. Just behind him. A cloud of dust. I can also see the Naga in the cloud. I wave at the Naga, Rodger blinks.
“Huh?” He turns around, and then is about to open the window, to get a better look, when Constantine gives out a yelp.
“Do you want us to die? Daniel, stop him,” the love of my life commands, and I must obey. I take a hold of Rodger’s hand, just as he is about to place a finger on the button for the window.
“No, don’t. We are outside the domed area, remember?” I tell him. He giggles at that, and looks at the shadow Naga outside. We both end up waving. Then we blink, and the Naga is in the back seat, sitting next to Tine.
Except, there is no dust around the Naga, and he doesn’t look as if he is made from shadows anymore.
“Are you all drunk?” The thief asks with a smirk.
“I am sober,” Constantine rises his hand.
“Panty pooper,” the Naga says. He moves around Constantine, and takes out the bottle of Magaza. “Who wants to get a sip of this, in exchange for a happiness potion?”
Both Rodger and I rise our hands.
“You actually would like to do an exchange?” Constantine asks, amazed. I don’t get just what is he finding so astonishing about it all. The guy must be an honest citizen, on his own dimension.
“I love the happiness of drunks. It gets me drunk,” the thief says, and then offers his hand to Constantine. “My name is Anthony, your great-great-a couple more greats-grandfather.”
“Oh, it is a pleasure to meet you, Tony! Tine said he will take me to meet his parents, but hasn’t so far,” I say to the Naga. Tony waves a finger at Constantine.
“Well, you honestly should take him to meet your parents, before the end of the century, grandson,” Tony chastises Tine, and I smile that Tine got chewed out too, today.
There was a moment back there, while I got sick, that I thought that I was going to be the only one to get chewed out today. Rodger doesn’t count. Tine minces his words with him. My little snake is ever so respectful of authority figures.
“You sort of look like me,” I can see that Tine is looking Tony up and down. “I need answers.”
“First, I will get the two cocktails I came in here for,” Tony says, as he pulls two headsets from a bag. They look slicker than the ones Constantine has. More compact, somehow. “Your grandma is waiting for me in our home.”
“In Dimension Beta? I am a wizard, grandpa, and can see in it,” I boost, when Tony hands me the headset. I put it on, and look at Rodger, who is just staring at his own headset.
“What do I get out of this?” Rodger asks.
“Rod, come on. We have been trying to figure out what Tony wants for so long,” I draw out the word long, for added effect.
“I want to fly,” Rod says, and I look at grandpa.
“Gramps, is there air in your dust?” I ask him. I can see that Constantine is taking out a notepad and a pen. Yet, I wonder why he won’t simply record what is being said on his phone. I turn to him. “You have a phone, panty pooper!”
“Panty pooper. I have to remember that one,” Tony says, as Constantine frowns.
“I am so going to make you beg to be let in the bedroom, once we get back home,” Tine threatens. Oh, no. Now I have done it. I turn to Rodger.
“Rod, quick. Love advice. How do I keep my place in the bedroom?” I ask him. I blink when I see two bottles of emotion solvent materializing into Tony’s hands. One of them is yellow, while the other one is orange. I hope that the orange one is mine.
“I can hear you,” Constantine growls from the back seat.
“No, no. Let them talk it out,” Tony tells his panty pooper of a grandson. I like Tony. He gives me freedom.
Ever since Tine teleported me to Ursula 590 it has always been all about rules. We do it like that in here, we do it like this. This law, that law. Read this, read that. Always demands, never compromises. I rather like that someone close to Tine is taking my side, for a change.
“Don’t egg them on. I love Daniel to bits, but seeing him like this...” I blink at that. Tine loves me to bits?
“Do you love me more than a Caltea, or that plushy, what was its name again?” I turn to Rodger.
“Illity. Shadow Naga, I want to fly,” the man demands again.
“Look, as soon as I get you out of this car, your heads will explode,” Tony says, showing that, he, too, can get annoyed. Something he has in common with Tine.
A timer beeps, and Tony takes the headsets from both Rodger and me. He looks at the yellow potion, and then at the orange one.
“Really, Prime Minister, you get into mood swings, when you are drunk?” Ah, so the yellow one is Rodger’s. I am glad. I want to only be happy, when I am close to Tine. What can I say? He is my little snake.
“Who are you to judge?” Rod asks, his voice rising.
Tony chuckles, and then pulls out two bottles. He hands them to Tine.
“This will sober them up. You don’t know how worried your grandma was, when she found out you were in a Brain Scrambler,” Tony says, his tone scolding. “She told me to tell you not to do it again.”
“Ok,” Constantine says, as he eyes the bottles. “Sober them up, how quickly?”
“After a couple of sips,” Tony then disappears, with our potions and the headsets.
Chapter 57:
The visit
Daniel:
Rodger and I are in another staring contest, and Tine is in a staring contest with the window of the car. I giggle at that, but do not blink. Rodger’s eye twitch, but he also does not blink. Then, I see it. Just behind him. A cloud of dust. I can also see the Naga in the cloud. I wave at the Naga, Rodger blinks.
“Huh?” He turns around, and then is about to open the window, to get a better look, when Constantine gives out a yelp.
“Do you want us to die? Daniel, stop him,” the love of my life commands, and I must obey. I take a hold of Rodger’s hand, just as he is about to place a finger on the button for the window.
“No, don’t. We are outside the domed area, remember?” I tell him. He giggles at that, and looks at the shadow Naga outside. We both end up waving. Then we blink, and the Naga is in the back seat, sitting next to Tine.
Except, there is no dust around the Naga, and he doesn’t look as if he is made from shadows anymore.
“Are you all drunk?” The thief asks with a smirk.
“I am sober,” Constantine rises his hand.
“Panty pooper,” the Naga says. He moves around Constantine, and takes out the bottle of Magaza. “Who wants to get a sip of this, in exchange for a happiness potion?”
Both Rodger and I rise our hands.
“You actually would like to do an exchange?” Constantine asks, amazed. I don’t get just what is he finding so astonishing about it all. The guy must be an honest citizen, on his own dimension.
“I love the happiness of drunks. It gets me drunk,” the thief says, and then offers his hand to Constantine. “My name is Anthony, your great-great-a couple more greats-grandfather.”
“Oh, it is a pleasure to meet you, Tony! Tine said he will take me to meet his parents, but hasn’t so far,” I say to the Naga. Tony waves a finger at Constantine.
“Well, you honestly should take him to meet your parents, before the end of the century, grandson,” Tony chastises Tine, and I smile that Tine got chewed out too, today.
There was a moment back there, while I got sick, that I thought that I was going to be the only one to get chewed out today. Rodger doesn’t count. Tine minces his words with him. My little snake is ever so respectful of authority figures.
“You sort of look like me,” I can see that Tine is looking Tony up and down. “I need answers.”
“First, I will get the two cocktails I came in here for,” Tony says, as he pulls two headsets from a bag. They look slicker than the ones Constantine has. More compact, somehow. “Your grandma is waiting for me in our home.”
“In Dimension Beta? I am a wizard, grandpa, and can see in it,” I boost, when Tony hands me the headset. I put it on, and look at Rodger, who is just staring at his own headset.
“What do I get out of this?” Rodger asks.
“Rod, come on. We have been trying to figure out what Tony wants for so long,” I draw out the word long, for added effect.
“I want to fly,” Rod says, and I look at grandpa.
“Gramps, is there air in your dust?” I ask him. I can see that Constantine is taking out a notepad and a pen. Yet, I wonder why he won’t simply record what is being said on his phone. I turn to him. “You have a phone, panty pooper!”
“Panty pooper. I have to remember that one,” Tony says, as Constantine frowns.
“I am so going to make you beg to be let in the bedroom, once we get back home,” Tine threatens. Oh, no. Now I have done it. I turn to Rodger.
“Rod, quick. Love advice. How do I keep my place in the bedroom?” I ask him. I blink when I see two bottles of emotion solvent materializing into Tony’s hands. One of them is yellow, while the other one is orange. I hope that the orange one is mine.
“I can hear you,” Constantine growls from the back seat.
“No, no. Let them talk it out,” Tony tells his panty pooper of a grandson. I like Tony. He gives me freedom.
Ever since Tine teleported me to Ursula 590 it has always been all about rules. We do it like that in here, we do it like this. This law, that law. Read this, read that. Always demands, never compromises. I rather like that someone close to Tine is taking my side, for a change.
“Don’t egg them on. I love Daniel to bits, but seeing him like this...” I blink at that. Tine loves me to bits?
“Do you love me more than a Caltea, or that plushy, what was its name again?” I turn to Rodger.
“Illity. Shadow Naga, I want to fly,” the man demands again.
“Look, as soon as I get you out of this car, your heads will explode,” Tony says, showing that, he, too, can get annoyed. Something he has in common with Tine.
A timer beeps, and Tony takes the headsets from both Rodger and me. He looks at the yellow potion, and then at the orange one.
“Really, Prime Minister, you get into mood swings, when you are drunk?” Ah, so the yellow one is Rodger’s. I am glad. I want to only be happy, when I am close to Tine. What can I say? He is my little snake.
“Who are you to judge?” Rod asks, his voice rising.
Tony chuckles, and then pulls out two bottles. He hands them to Tine.
“This will sober them up. You don’t know how worried your grandma was, when she found out you were in a Brain Scrambler,” Tony says, his tone scolding. “She told me to tell you not to do it again.”
“Ok,” Constantine says, as he eyes the bottles. “Sober them up, how quickly?”
“After a couple of sips,” Tony then disappears, with our potions and the headsets.
