Your Sincere Narrator - Chapter Four

I decided not to order anything. After all, why give 'em droogs more glass 'n they need to throw around at each other, neh? We sat silently.

"Nope, you're my malenky droog," Alex mused and started to twirl my hair. I put up with it just for that sodding bratchny I called "droog". "So how's life been in the ghetto of our fair city without Alex deLarge?"

"Vesches were just without your blessed presence!" Ausric sneered.

"Two vecks for my one malenky devotchka," Alex observed thoughfully. 'Val' was stretching it already and if he was going to call me his 'malenky devotchka' I might just have to, all quiet like, oobivat quite gruesomely. "Well see how it plays out, Ausric. Valentia. Good day."

He tiped his hat, paid the check at the register and left. Your Sincerest Narrator gave her gloopy droog a harsh glare, kicked him and left.

Ausric was pouty all through the next day. My faithful brothers, your Sincerest Narrator wasn't too inclined for some appy polly loggies but one would be coming later. The bolshy city was ready for us to clop the walls down but your damn dobby Narrator went looked for the bugatty bratchny Alex.

"Chepooka, you're ditching?" Levi asked.

"You bet your knopa I am, you gloopy droogy," I guffed rather obnoxiously. Ausric was giving me a look but I ain't planning to shoolshy to what he thinks. Luckily there wasn't too much protest, my good brothers, as Sabella and Caleb were up on cally vellocet or what have you, O my good brothers.

So out I was in the dobby city wandering around for Alekth deLarge. I was all lost-like and fagged-like but it would be damn worth it. The horrowshow would turn up eventually, my good brothers. Your Sincere Narrator finally stumbled into you guessed who. The jeezny of mine was pretty psyched up for this , you know all lovey like.

"Hows my dearie malenky devotchka?" he inquired- almost snarky. Sodding bratchny knew I didn't like it and kept at it anyways, that damn pan-handled nazz. The lewdies would stare but I gave him a dobby tolchocking anyways. Atleaset he was moodge enough for no creeching. Oobivating wouldn't be crossed off my list of thigns to do, O my brothers.

"Quite fine," I say and sit down next to him at the bar. The oddy-knocky veck has my sympathy.

"Hows the day going?"

"Horrowshow-like. Yours?" I replied. Being we're in an all respectable mesto, the lewdies smot all curious but I will just have a dobby smeck later.

"And Ausric feeling sore, darling?" he asked. I shrugged. "Nothing he won't survive I suppose."

"Too true," I replied.

"The strack I brought will follow," he said confidently.

"What?"

"Go to your spat all horrowshow now, but we'll see," he told me. "Your pee and em will not want you in the baddiwad city no longer, my dovey."

O brothers, how he was right. We talked the entire day and then back to the good pee and em I went.

Yeah it is awfully short. But HEY, at least its there right? Brought it back from the messy memory of my brain to continue writing. I'm trying to remember where I'm taking this story in the next three chapter but I don't really want to write 3 chapters for fluff or pwp so...ideas lol

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Marionettes