Dillon smiles softly, "That would be quite wonderful," He says, "And don't take him seriously. He just has a very strong opinion."
Luna sighs, "Noted. Now, hurry up before I get bored and slap the sh*t out of him with a pan." She says with a threatening tone. She walks inside a tall, 10 story building with the boys following her. Luna walks to her apartment, using the key to unlock it. She opens the door, walks to her livingroom, and chucks Donovan onto her couch. "Dick head." She whispers.
“We don’t even know her troya.” Donovan sighs, how can he trust someone he doesn’t know? A quick, loud bark makes them all turn their heads to a small, fluffy creature. They watch as it jumps onto the girl’s leg, its tail wagging. Donovan is quick to pull out his scythe, “What is that thing?! It’s so ugly.” He says, waving his scythe at it.
Luna sighs quickly. “You really are from another planet, aren’t you?” She asks, “This is a dog, many humans, such as me, keep them as pets. They’re like a companion to give you dopamine, a chemical that humans produce when they see something cute.” Luna says in an obvious tone. She’s quick to roll her eyes at Donovan’s words.
“That’s stupid, like you.” He states quickly.
Luna looks at him, dumbfounded, “Oh yeah? Well at least I’m not a 9’0 dumb, stupid idiot who looks like he just broke up with his girlfriend!” She yells, completely annoyed at how idiotic and childish he is.
“What’s a girlfriend?” Donovan asks sarcastically.
“It translates to Kahamn, Donovan.” Dillon said with slight irritation.
“Oh.” Donovan chuckled nervously.
Luna groans, “I regret taking you in. I honestly might just keep Ma’an at this point,” She yawns, “Welp! Don’t kill each other, and do not burn the house down. Everyone else, please make sure he,” She pauses, staring directly at Donovan, “Follows the rules. Maybe tomorrow we can get you guys some “human clothes” so you don’t look strange to other people.” She walks into her bedroom, her dog following her.
“We still never got her troya.” Donovan mutters, crossing his arms.
Dillon sighs, “What is it with you and troyas?” He interrogates.
“I just can’t trust it without having its troya, what am I supposed to do,” Donovan questions.
Dillon rolls his eyes, “Don’t look at me.”
“Maybe this was a bad idea,” Donovan says, “Also.. What’s the word for troya in this language?” He asks, somehow forgetting.
Dillon mentally facepalms. “It’s name.” He says, irritated from having to translate a basic word.
They hear Luna yell, “GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP BEFORE I COME OUT THERE AND MAKE YOU!"
“I'M A DEMON KING! I DON'T NEED SLEEP.” Donovan yells back.
They hear a heavy sigh before Luna basically runs out of her room, “Look man, I don’t give a shit on what you are over in your land, but you are in MY house, therefore you respect MY rules. If you follow MY rules, then you can get help.” She yells.
“Like I give a fuck.” Donovan says, clearly annoyed by her presence.
She walks into the kitchen, and pulls out a pan. “You see this?” She asks, “In the human realm, one hit of this and you will go to sleep. With enough force, you can die by this. I’ve done it before. Don’t make me do it again. One more thing, interrupt my sleep from 10-5 and you’re dead.”
Donovan rolls his eyes, he walks over to Luna, takes the pan, and hits himself square in the forehead.
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