“But we already played that yesterday, Lena.”
“Yesterday it was the dragon that kidnapped the princess but today the bad Black Magician will kidnap her.”
“Kidnapping again?”
“Come on, Leon. You said you’ll play with me!”
“How about we play other games? I got a new lego set here.”
“Wuu, wuu. Leon, you’re a liar! Wuuu!”
“But, but, I’ve been playing with dolls for days!”
“Wuu, wuu, wuu!”
“Quiet down, will you? What’s wrong? Are you guys hungry?”
“Wuu, wuu. Uncle Ken, Leon is a liar. Wuuu!”
“I am not.”
“Staph!” Crap, I burnt my tongue. And what’s with that plot? The Princess was kidnapped in consecutive occasions? Can’t a princess be dumber? …show more content…
I’z Ghum-ball.”
She just talked with her mouth full! Argh! Twins! No, they’re not a bit MOE! Not a bit, I say!
I sighed and started eating, as well. I watched the kids as they finish their plates and it kind of gave me some sense of …show more content…
Although, Brother Benjie usually brings these kids here when his boss calls for him; this time is a bit special. Today is December 5 and these kids will stay with me until over Christmas. Scratch that, until over New Year.
Exactly, their father won’t be coming home before this year ends. Sad, indeed.
As for me, being left out, that’s quite normal. See here, I am just an orphan. I studied quite diligently, worked for years and was able to save a bit. I bought an old piece of land with a haunted bungalow house, tore it down and built a new and a three-story house. I had the first and second floors rented and the third floor solely for my lonesome vocation. A livelihood, living quarters and an otaku sanctuary in one. Perfect.
So basically, these two abandoned kids and an otaku-me will be celebrating—not, staying together and will give me a lot of headache until this stupid of a holiday comes to pass. Yes, exactly like that.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate Christmas. The latter hates me, instead. See those couples around? Yes, how come I don’t have one? I don’t have a family to celebrate this holiday with, okay fine. Then why is there no boobies, I mean girls, for me instead? Hey, Santa? Where are you? Com’ere. I promise I won’t hit