George was a bit wierded out. Of course, if you met somone who claimed to be from the 40s, you would be too. Probably on drugs or drunk, george thought to himself. Then again, he had seen people on drugs and drunk, and she wasnt either of them. If she was playing a prank,she had to be the best prankster there was. She hadnt so much as hinted it being a prank yet.
"Ahem. Du bist so still wie ein schwein." She said with a bit of a grin.
"Sorry M.A" he grinned heartily. "The only word i understood there was so and still."
"Du bist so dumm wie ein schwien."
"Umm yeah. Anyways, where do you want to sleep? I can sleep on the floor if you want, and you can sleep on the bed? Or maybe i can sleep on the couch?" He had slept on the floor and couch multiple times,and he was so used to it he could probably sleep on a rock or a tree.
"I will take the bed, thank you." She walked over to the bed and looked at it for moment, then looked at him with an annoyed expression.
"This bed is filthy. Do you even have sheets? Or pillows?" Honestly, you didnt. When you first moved in you had nothing, so you bought the mattress off a guy on the street for 3$, took it home and hosed it off on the front lawn.
"I cannot believe you live like this. Look at you, all you have eaten today has been 3 cups of instant ramen and a few cups of cofee!" She looked at him disttastefully.
"Ay, ramens good. Do you want some?" He held the cup out to her,along with a plastic fork.
She turned her head away.
"No,no thank you. I would prefer not to pollute my body." She said with a grimance
"Oh well. I have a class at 6am tommorrow, and its already 11, so im going to bed." He grabbed a blanket and placed it "neatly" on the floor, then grabbed his laptop and worked on an essay for his history class.
Miss aviator grabbed two of the cleansst blanket she could find, and folded one up to use as a pillow. She sighed and fell asleep.She awoke after a night of restless,uncomfortable sleep to see the sun shining in through a smalll window. She looked to her left to see hackerman passed out. It was 9:30 am.
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The chronicles of hackerman and Miss Aviator
Humorwhat do you get when you take some scrawny starving college hacker kid and a German pilot from far back in time and put them together? you get possibly the least threatining villans ever. Stealing from goodwills and gas stations alike,and living in...