Violets Are Blue Once back ashore we began toward the Grand Bazaar. We were standing by a road waiting at a crosswalk, when she asked, “Why did the chicken cross the road?” Eyebrow raised, “Why?” “The signal changed,” just as the crosswalk signal changed. She then crossed the road. “Is this going to be a regular thing now?” I then followed after her. “Wow. The Grand Bazaar. One things for sure. Much of my bucket list is going to get crossed off.” “Were not going to the bazaar.” “What? Oh. No?” “No. Though the Witches do live near the bazaar.” “So, maybe after?” “Maybe. If youre a good boy.” “Yay.” As we passed by the main entrance to the Grand Bazaar, I paused to make a pouting fuss. Death Angel came back, grabbed my arm and pulled me away. “I said if youre a good boy.” Still pouting, “Aw. Alright.” It was approaching mid day as we were approaching the Witches home. She hesitated at their door and said, “Now, you need to know, these two are, different.” “Really? How can they be any stranger than anything so far with you?” “Eh.” The door opened into a shop filled with that which would put Elles collection to shame, though I would never mention this to her. The aroma of burning incense clouded the room. Through the scented haze I saw the thinest rail of female form appear from a doorway filled with strings of beads. She had a head of hair a hue of green not found in nature. She asked in suspicious tone, “Who is this?” “This is Violet,” Angel introduced me. From directly behind I heard, “Not very impressive, is he?” Slightly startled, though only slightly, I jumped and turned around to find a dark haired brunette with the most lovely deep blue eyes. Into which I must admit to becoming actually lost. Almost hypnotized. My Angel hurried over putting her hand on my shoulder, averting my gaze. “Dont look directly into her eyes.” Which only forced my eyes back. “But theyre so, pretty.” Death Angel then punched me in the shoulder, “I said dont look.” “Ow.” Blue Eyes agreed, “Dont look into my eyes.” Slim, her hair now a blazing red, reiterated, “No, not very impressive at all.” With a certain tone of, resentment, I asked, “Alright, Im fine with being surrounded by women all the time, but whats with the attitudes?” In unison, the chorus of three replied, “Youre a man.”
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