Chapter Fourteen: Horrid Humor
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That evening, Leveret turned the knob of the guest room he would be occupying for however long he will decide is tolerable.
The door eased open with an exhausted, drawn-out creak.
The room was small, much smaller than he was accustomed too, with a small round window on the north wall, which were rather common among the houses of villagers.
A small, poorly made bed stood up against the west wall, draped in a white blanket and a feather pillow.
Accompanying the bed were two crooked nightstands on either side and a laundry basket and a dresser on the opposite side of the room.
“Dear Mogshade, what did I do to deserve this?”
He muttered, glancing in the direction of the Mystic Forest.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I shall suffer the tragedy of this room… all in the name of love.”
He said, plopping down on the bed which squeaked under his weight.
Marty poked his head through the gap in the door.
“Princy?”
Leveret glanced up at him.
“Yes?”
Marty smirked to himself at Leveret’s reply.
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He shrugged.
“I brought ya some.”
He said, tossing the clothing down in a heap on the floor.
Leveret glanced between the clothes and Marty standing over them.
“...Are those yours?”
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“Well, the next size down would be Bella’s and I assumed that you wouldn’t like wearing a ten year old girl’s dresses, dear.”
Marty remarked with a grin.
Leveret blinked at him for a moment.
“Thank you. I appreciate your… thoughtfulness.”
He mumbled, staring down at his hands folded in his lap.
Marty let out a snort as he leaned his head farther into the room.
“Since no-one in this house appreciates culture-”37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw5KLXdi7Bg
He grumbled.
“Marty, your humor is horrid.”37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkpdkHmGN8x
Bella interrupted dryly as she trotted down the hallway, milk staining her upper lip.
Marty continued, ignoring his sister.
“-I have a joke to tell you.”
Leveret tilted his head and shifted to sit on his legs.
“Oh, a jest?”
Marty nodded proudly as he stepped into the room.
“Aha! A jest indeed, dear.”
He chortled, clearing his throat.
“Why can’t vegetables be humorous?”
“A strange question… strange indeed. I have not the foggiest idea. Why not, Marty?”
Marty snickered into his hand as if about to tell a secret.
“Because… it would be too corny.”
Leveret’s mouth twitched upward as he swallowed a chuckle.
“Bella was correct. That was absolutely terrible.”
Marty smirked.
“But you smiled.””
Marty smirked.
“But you smiled, dear.”
Leveret rolled back his shoulders, serious as ever.
“Your perception is flawed.”
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“You can afford to see the physician?”37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeKeh2Z8qD8
“Sometimes more than others, deary.”
Leveret blinked for a moment.
“...That is… rather concerning.”
Marty shrugged.
“Eh. You’ll get used to it, dear.”
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