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Alright, alright, hop up!
Sly and scattering flew the snake, as if built exactly to climb trees and its branches; meanwhile, a package in hands. Important? Not enough to be delivered in such a way: from the withering vermillion trunk, to the saffron lands of a stranger's roof and a swift slide, reaching for a serene gleam of articial lights- lucky bastard a lazuli top, these high windows were unlocked and free for any surprise from the sky. Not that they had a pass to enter,
but the fanged reporter did so anyways.
He managed to enter without a notice of the present reader, engulfed in letters and self-absorted mumbles. Rattle and tattle!
"He-ey~"
Cut deeply as a snake bite. In the blink of an eye comes to his feet, taking his book in hands as for not to kick it away, and rapidly placing atop the room's small yet sturdy desk.
"What the bloody hell are you doing in my house?!"
Of course, other palm already gripped a golden knuckle-knife.
"Well, i came here to-"
"Nevermind, i'll just call the police."
So was his cellphone, now.
"NO NO NO- C'mon! Don't do it!"
"You- go away! Are so damn enfuriating! What is it now? Another empty threat? Finally showing that all you have been doing was just an elaborate pursuit?! Give me my phone back! Pest!"
"CAN YOU PLEASE HEAR ME FOR A SECOND? I banged on your front door for a hot minute and guess who didn't hear shit! I thought you had died or something!"
"...died? Haah, the disgusting words you spill manage to sicken me evermore."
"Another issue i can present is the well known fact! That, only this year you sir already tried-"
"To kill you more than twice? Spare me the act, breaks into my house and still believes to be the hero. Tell me! What do i do other than self defense?!"
"Well, uh, these are more like 'casually slid inside' and 'left me at the serial killer stop just because i wanted to talk to you' but- ugh, fuck that, my head hurts."
Swinging left and right, the opaque bag hanging by one of his wrists pleaded to be noticed; tinkles about could finally rest the time they were properly held to the house-owner.
"I wanted to give you this. Just take it, alright? Also- your phone."
Being glared at by those cursing eyes never failed to be unnerving, but that wasn't their night! No more fears for now, as they lowered their claws from a hunting stance to merely cautiousness.
First thing to be seem was a whole bottle of absinthe.
"Do you plan on poisoning me?"
"A- what?"
"Don't be preposterous. A swig of this and i'll be shot to hell in an instant!"
"Oh. Oh! Crap, my bad, i forgot that."
Meds. Too many of them.
No matter, Sancreyeth would drink it all down alone, as per usual.
Second, a fairly large and warm styrofoam package. With steady hands, opened to see a well-organized plate: a smell of turkey, mashed potatoes, a mix of vegetables and sauces proceeded to fill the air.
YOU ARE READING
SNAKE EYES.nou
Random!!PT/BR - ENG!! How this post is playing out: these are scenes and WIPS of what one day will be my full fledged project. I just want to leave it on a site. Maybe someone is going to have fun reading it. Non-chronologic order, it's all bits and piece...
