I may not regret what happened last night, but one thing: sleeping on the latest hour. One peculiar already arrived, and two people are kind of drunk. And one very asleep. Tobias is lying on the couch, snoring his guts out. While me and Arria saw Wayne outside the house next door, staring angrily at us.
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"What are you looking at?!" he shouted.
"God, get up there's a young girl waiting for Fly!" Arria replied, helping Wayne get up.
"I'm not a girl!" said Wayne, still drunk. "Arrggghhh..." and helped him walk.
We used the back door, so the girl can never see us, and dropped him on the wet, cold kitchen floor.
"Ahhhhhh!!! Cold! Water! Ahhhh!!!"
"That will help him snap out of his stupidity." I stated.
"Well, we're the only ones who can help the girl."
"Yes. The girl! Where the hell is Cyril? I can't find her anywhere."
"She's probably in the woods. She has a problem." biting her lip.
"Oh... kay. We should get going."
When I changed into my proper polo shirt, suspenders, and pants, I invited Arria downstairs, and she's as beautiful as ever. She wore a shiny, yellow dress, with her muddy shoes from last night's picking of the grapes. I picked a dashing smile.
"Looks like we're responsible now." I said. And wondered, "Where's Tobias?"
"I carried him. To his filthy room." I nodded and opened the door. We saw the girl, sitting on the stairs. She heard us, turned around and ran to us. She gave us a sweet embrace.
"Hi!!" the girl said. "I'm Viddise McCallum. Nice to meet you!"
"Hey there!" Arria said, "this girl is filled with cuteness and joy." she whispered to me.
"I have a new home! And I'll be knitting! Again!" and ran inside the house.
"Is she a peculiar, or an old woman trapped inside of an eleven-year old? Knitting?" I asked Arria.
"That's like the same, Rian." she rolled her eyes and giggled.
"I remembered knitting. It's one of Miss Cockatiel's topics for her daily lessons."
"I haven't taken lessons for a very long time."
"You will. But first- we will be teaching lessons to those drunken fools."
"Let's start."
We went upstairs and entered Cyril's room to check on her, and she's lying on the wooden floor.
"Hell... hell..." she murmured.
"She has a problem." I said. Looking at the poor peculiar, murmuring the word hell all over again. And we decided to leave her. "She's still asleep, right?"
