Ye Olde Mob Talker Mod Fan Fiction

Chapter Fifty Four: Breakfast

I awoke to feeling something licking my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw Hamshank standing on my chest, licking my face.

"Hey boy, how're you?" I ask him, while stroking his head. He walks off me, then jumps off the bed. I get up out off bed, and start wandering aimlessly through the house.

"I should be a soldier." I say, not thinking. I lie down in the center of the living room. I close my eyes, and start thinking.

"... Stop him..." I hear a whispered voice echo through my mind, "... He'll kill us..." It continued. Shortly after, I dismissed the thought, and started thinking of how good breakfast would be. Venessa interrupted my thoughts by gently nudging my face with her bare foot.

"Yes, this is Clayton, how may I help you?" I say aloud.

"Wanna go get breakfast?" She asked me.

"Funny, I was just thinking that." I tell her, opening my eyes.

"Wait, we don't have any money." She says. I think for a moment, then I remembered Kathryn.

"Wait, where's Kathryn?" I asked Venessa.

"She's out working a bit. She said she'll teach you how to fight better with your hands soon." She told me. I start to gnaw on my cast, wanting it off.

"Stop that!" Venessa said, then she lied down on her stomach next to me.

"How about bread? With cheese?" Venessa asks me.

"Sounds pretty good." I tell her.

"You're going to make everything. I am a princess after all." She tells me.

"Yes, yes. Fine. Only because it's you." I tell her, smiling. She then lies across my stomach.

"I'll make breakfast... To the best of my abilities." I tell her, sliding myself from underneath her. I stand up, then walk to the kitchen to make a small breakfast.