"Say how much!?"
Surprised, Simon yelped, shocked at the total cost of all these experiments. "How the fuck did you guys spend 100 GOLD coins in just two months. The amount of money you lot spent was enough for me to spend 3 years in comfort, including spending every day in the 'City Of Dreams'! You shitballs spent nearly all of my savings! What am I supposed to do now!?"
Gripping his hair, Simon began mumbling incoherently, refusing to believe the reality in front of him. "Heheheh, it's all just a dream, all a dream... Oh, is that you Goldie? Come here, come back to pa– Hey, where're you going!? Heheheh..."
Sympathetic to hindsight, Duncan attended to console Simon, only to see a flood pouring from his eyes. "*Woo woo woo... * What have I done to receive such sin? All my life's money, everything, gone..."
Sympathy growing in his heart, Duncan could not help but console him, "Hey kid, don't worry. Say, how much did they use? I'll pay all–"
"Thanks boss! Knew I could rely on you!"
No more waterfall, no more red eyes.
As if everything was a dream, Simon got up, going back home as if nothing happened at all. All Duncan could do was stare at the little asshole's back, wondering how on Earth did he get scammed.
Son of a...
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Walking down the street, Lewis could not help but admire the streets at night.
The smell of the kebobs wafting through the air, its spices lighting the air with a firework of flavours...
The exotic dancers dancing through the streets, bringing joy and laughter to the grown men...
The little Pixies flew through the air, giggling as they made shows in the air, glittering brightly in the night sky...
The stalls in the streets, hawkers yelling in competition, determined to win the most customers today...
The person in the corner, holding her thick purple cloak, swiftly passing by, holding a stack of–
Wait, is that the woman from that day!?
Freezing, Lewis quickly began tracking her, pushing past the busy crowd to try and reach her.
"Oi, get your ass off 'ere!"
"Excuse me, sire, could you please look where you're going? You nearly crushed my child..."
"Waah! Mumma, that big bad man threw my ice cream down!"
Amidst the growing angry crowd, Lewis managed to get closer to her, finally cornering her in an alley. Just as he entered the barren alley, he discovered, to his shock, that she had gone missing. Wondering where she was, he felt something cold in his neck.
"W-why are y-you looking f-for me?"
A sweet, pleasant sound, almost like a Maraschino Cherry dipped in sugar, sounded from behind him. He felt two, thick round balls stuck on his back, bobbing back and forth, as the assailant nervously breathed across his ears.
As she nervously clenched the knife across his neck, Lewis, seemingly undeterred, slowly turned his head, until he found himself facing, face-to-face, a gorgeous freckled beauty.
Her alabaster white face, inches away from his, felt as pure as a blank piece of paper. Her two red eyes drew him in, their innocence evident in them. Her quivering lips betrayed her emotions, naive and all.
Lewis could not help but be drawn to the blank canvas, eager to carve into them.
"Umm, hihellohowarwyou... Sorry, let me say it again: Would I have the honour of having lunch with you, Miss?"