Maybe the lasto... I think. I honestly dunno.
Holy crap, I REALLY WANNA use The Witches' Kitchen to write a review for my school...
but I'd have to return it one day late... T_T oh well.
Anyway, MOAR FANFICS!!! holy shet, I know I hath been really... fanfickish lately... but well... I felt like writing this kind of crap, cus its the only thing right now that managed to make me finish a written story.(well in a halfway manner.)
This time no warning nor spoilers. :D even though its still from my series... owo
The girl with curls gasped in surprise upon hearing what Felee had said.
"You mean... I have a magic paintbrush?" she said. Felee was puzzled.
"I thought you knew that? It is your own paintbrush anyway..."
"Wait, it can't be right," the girl argued. "And how did you know I was going to have one? I'm just an artist that fails epically and gets cheated by customers all the time..."
Sweat trickled down Felee's forehead as she glances over at Yang, signalling him to help with the talking, but Yang folded his arms and looked away from her. Felee's head was boiling, but she persevered.
And from her mouth came the most unexpected reply.
"er... We come... from the... uh... Heavens, to bring you the magic brush..."
And in her heart Felee prayed that the girl was stupid enough to buy it.
But of course the girl had other plans.
"Oh god, another con man!?" the girl snapped. She was pretty pissed enough to show her ugly side. "You know what? I'm not going to buy any of your silly nonsense ANYMORE. No matter how reasonable your offer it, I'm not going to buy it. I had enough!!!"
The girl started to throw brushes at Felee. Felee quickly dodged it and panicked, trying to explain to the artist.
"No! No! you've misunderstood! We-"
"Enough lies! Who made me like this? Who made me live in a state worse than a farmer? Who made me sell my family heirloom, who made me gamble my paintings off? ALL OF YOU GODDAMN CON MEN SHOULD JUST DIE!!!"
"tch," Yang finally gestured. Felee stopped dodging and stared at him. Yang walked with slow and silent footsteps to the girl.
"Sayurina Recta, reowned artist that was conned to the core, eh...?" he spoke. Felee was so stunned she dare not say anything.
Sayurina stopped throwing her brushes upon realising that her opponent has ceased movement. She wondered how powerful this man is.
Terror seized her as Yang walked closer and closer to her, step by step. Finally, he stopped by her ear, and whispered,
"What a stupid woman."
Then he laughed. It wasn't a real laughter; it was a forced laugh in his voice.
GOD I THINK I EXPRESS MY STORIES BETTER IN COMICS... T_T. I was thinking about Felee falling down after that. lol, I feel goddamn lame...
Oh well. Welcome to my series. Which is pretty much going down the drain...
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