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Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

"Joseph, I have another pun," I announce as I balance myself on the tree.

"God no! That pun book Finn let you borrow is causing me bad than good."

I continue to walk along the tree branch ignoring the obvious fake anguish coming from the brooding man ahead of me. I hold back my laughter before I get the "How do you make holy water?" Joseph puts his hand to his face making me chuckle.

"I'm going to bury that book in the sand." He takes a look up at me. Without warning, he grabs my hand before I can trip.

I quickly regain balance and smirk down at the man. "You boil the hell out of it." He stares up at me, his face is blank while I'm smiling like a madwoman.

"Joseph," I snort. "Come on."

"No."

"That was funny."

"No, it wasn't."

I put my hands on my hips and smirked down at his blank face. "You're just putting up a facade. That was funny."

"It was not, now get down here. I don't want you falling and breaking your neck." He holds out his hand for me to get down.

"You're no fun," I joke as I take his hand and jump down from the branch. "You don't appreciate my golden puns."

"I appreciate them, but I'll appreciate them even more if they stopped. Puns are not funny."

I push Joseph slightly as we walk up the path. "Puns are very funny. You just have a bad sense of humor. Now...I have another one if you really want to have a laugh."

"If I said I didn't want to hear it. Would you actually listen to me for once and not do it?"

"Of course not," I clear my throat. "Becoming a vegetarian is one big missed steak." Joseph starts to look around. "What are you looking for? Do you see a chicken."

"No, I'm looking for something to kill myself with so this torture can end."

"Well that was a bit overdramatic, don't you think." I look up at Joseph's hair, it's shaggy now. It's a lot different from when we got here and that beard of his looks very biblical to say the least. "Hey, do you think Finn has a pair of scissors or something?"

"Let's hope not," he grumbles as he continues to walk up the path. "I do not want that man to have any sharp objects around him and especially not around us. Why do you ask?"

"Because I wanna give you a trim. That hair of yours is quite unruly."

He turns back to me and picks up a piece of my hair. "You're really one to talk. How about I give you a haircut too. That hair of yours is always getting caught in something."

I pout, "no it is not. My ha-" I yelp in pain.

"You were saying?" He chuckled. I pull at my hair that's now caught in a branch. How is it even twisted in this thing? What the hell.

"Okay okay! I admit my hair is hazard to my wellbeing. Now, please stop laughing at me and help me!"

"Well, you have to stay still," he laughs. "This is way funnier than your puns from earlier." He runs his hand through my hair, sending shivers down my body.

"I'm glad my suffering is entertaining to you." Joseph continues to untangle my hair that's caught in the branch. "You know when you got a mosquito bite on your ass I didn't laugh."