Chapitre 31: Chapter 31: A Life Without Idiots
"Mmm, this tea is amazing!" I say. Stars always makes it the way I want so I am guaranteed to be satisfied. "There is the perfect amount of blood! It just sweetens up my day. Not that it was not good before. After all, I did let out of that terrible place, not that I remember much. To me, one second I was taken there and sealed off and the next time I opened up my eyes, thousands of years had passed." Being a vampire had its uses. She had no idea how a human like Raff could spend millennia being conscious yet not doing anything and still be perfectly sane in the end.
"Oh, quite interesting, " He replies, taking another sip of his own stone tea.
"So, how are things here, Time?"
Shrugging, he responds, "The same as usual but more peaceful without them." Looking over we see Air and Games having a contest on who could drink the most tea before they puked it all out. There was only one way to describe them: idiots. Smart, powerful, and dangerous idiots.
"It must have been so lonely without them there to constantly trouble you, " I said with mock pity.
"Indeed it was, " he starts, placing his hand on his heart and shaking his head with a pained look on his face. "There was no one to burn down the doors or reduce the walls to dust. No one to destroy my gardens. (It looked like he was going to start crying any second.) And...and(stutters) no one to wake me up in the middle of the night with horrifying screams!" Then, he proceeds to break into tears, burying his face with his hands.
Feeling bad for him, I gently pat his shoulders and say, "There, there. It's okay. You are not alone anymore. Just suck it up and move on." To finish off, I gave him a playful slap on the head making him go on a coughing fit. Leaning back, I sipped my tea and commented sarcastically, "You certainly have improved your acting skills though."
"I know, right? I've been practicing daily with the help of the internet, " he cheerfully claims. Rubbing his head he adds, "Did you have to hit me so hard? Vampiric strength is no joke."
Ignoring the second part, I focus in on an unknown word. "Internet?"
"Oh, right, you don't know about it, " he says, "It is like a world that they access through this device they call a computer. And other gadgets but we will get to that later. Basically, it is a library of mostly useless information."
"Why would they want useless things on there?" I ask, confused. Why not just use a regular library?
"'cause they're human." Oh.
While I am contemplating how to respond to that, Air jumps into our conversation saying, "How durable is it?"
"Is what?" Time asks.
"The cimpoter."
Cringing at the word, Time corrects, "It's a computer."
"Yeah, yeah. A compuetor, I got it. So how durable is it?" he asks impatiently.
"It is a computer. Do you want to know how durable it is to time or the weather?"
"I wanna know how durable it is to me?
"To you," he sneers. "It won't even last a second."
"Not challenging enough but I could give it a try." It looks like he is seriously considering breaking computers.
"Oh, it has games on it, " Time adds, looking at Games who was listening in.
The latter jumps up in joy and turns to Air with the most serious expression I reckon he has ever worn. "You absolutely can NOT destroy any of MY games."
And of course, that threat worked. Air gave up on his quest, sighing. "And I wanted to compete with Wrath on that, " he mumbles under his breath with a slight pout. "Let's go burn some books!" he says all of a sudden, instantly cheering up. And the two of them were off.
"Idiots, " I say, watching their figures disappear. "Can't live with them and you can't live without them."
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