WARNING! WARNING! USE OF BAD LANGUAGE!
I don't swear but I do use some 'bad' language in this chapter. Just thought I'd give you a heads up incase anyone wants to skip it.
"See, something like this. A normal Christmas mug that isn't a medieval torture device." Marco leaned away from the screen to show Tom. All three of his eyes widened.
"Whoa, I didn't know the Internet sold stuff like that. Where did you find it?"
"Well for a start I google searched it, not whatever you were on."
"Hellhole.com"
"Right, that. And then I just put 'Christmas mugs' into the search bar and voila. Anything take your fancy?"
"What about that one?" Tom placed his long purple finger on an image of a mug then removed it rather quickly as he realised he was leaving a scorch mark.
"That's a customisable one, you see how it says "NAME has been naughty/nice?""
"Yes. I'm not blind."
"Well you put your servant's name in where it says name and then you select whether they've been naughty or nice."
"But I don't know their names, and it depends: they're nice to me, but naughty to everyone else besides you and Star."
"How can you not know their names? Don't you ever like call for them or anything?"
"I just shout SERVANT and someone comes running. I come from Hell Marco, no one cares about etiquette."
"Didn't they have to apply for the job or something? Surely you must've read their names then."
"Yeah but that was over 300 years ago, and I'm not going to call them by their first names. They're not the queen."
"If they were the queen you would call them 'Your Majesty' or 'Your Royal Highness'. I don't know, I've never met anyone from a country with a queen."
"I have, a girl called Morelia, ironically she was from England. She was a right foul and evil git. Always wanting one thing or another. Her parents wanted her and I to 'get hitched', when we were 700. Of course I refused."
"I see what you mean about the 'no-one cares about etiquette' thing."
"Hey I'm probably the nicest guy around."
Marco gave him a disbelieving look.
"What? I am! I haven't told you how stupid you look in that shirt, or the fact that your hairstyle choice makes me want to vomit. Until now of course."
Oops this was super short, but it's like midnight here so cut me some slack 😂.
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Mistletoe (kidnapped sequel.)
FanfictionMarco has big plans for Star's first Christmas on Earth which include parties, presents and staying as far away from Tom as possible. But Star has other ideas.
