Complex Heaven
Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2019 11:34 pm
[[Fiyori Senay, continued from My Friends Are Assholes]]
"Where'd you get that thing from?"
"What thing?"
"That thing."
"This? From the kitchen."
"No, you dumbass, the other thing."
Birikti Senay. A tall-standing woman, a low-end chef, a cold-hearted wife. But worst of all, Fiyori Senay's mother. A breathing puzzle, got married to an English teacher and the only word she ever uses for things is... well, thing!
Fiyori munched on her banana. Her mother, she liked to pretend that Fiyori could read her mind. Or maybe she figured the tone, volume and pitch of her voice would relate accurate information about the fucking thing she meant by thing. Now, Fiyori was in a dilemma. Or maybe a Catch-22. A situation she has found herself in way too often. No clue what the thing was this time. If she guessed, she'd be reprimanded for 'acting dumb'. If she did not, she would be yelled at for 'ignoring' her mother.
A mental coin was flipped.
It landed on the edge?
"I don't know what you mean. Be a bit more precise."
Birikti glared at her daughter, probably collecting energy to Fus Do Rah Fiyori out of the window. To the surprise of everyone, she instead gave a helpful reply.
"That Mario thing. You know, the video game."
Oh.
Yeah, she still had Darius' game. Mario Kart. He was so busy conceiving a bunch of 3DSlite he forgot that there was a game he was still missing. Fiyori didn't see him since then. She wondered when he figured out she had it. Whether he figured it out. She would've made a bet on it, but there was nobody fun she could reach that afternoon.
"A friend forgot it somewhere. Got a hold of it, giving it back once I see him tomorrow."
That was a creative way of putting it, but she couldn't be truthful with Birikti. Sounded like teenage crap, yeah, but she really couldn't understand Fiyori. Or maybe she could and just didn't gave a damn.
Birikti's anger seemed to dissolve. But so did Fiyori's good mood. Such was family life.
"Alright. Was that so difficult?"
Apparently?
"Now piss off."
[[Fiyori Senay, continued in Tank!]]
"Where'd you get that thing from?"
"What thing?"
"That thing."
"This? From the kitchen."
"No, you dumbass, the other thing."
Birikti Senay. A tall-standing woman, a low-end chef, a cold-hearted wife. But worst of all, Fiyori Senay's mother. A breathing puzzle, got married to an English teacher and the only word she ever uses for things is... well, thing!
Fiyori munched on her banana. Her mother, she liked to pretend that Fiyori could read her mind. Or maybe she figured the tone, volume and pitch of her voice would relate accurate information about the fucking thing she meant by thing. Now, Fiyori was in a dilemma. Or maybe a Catch-22. A situation she has found herself in way too often. No clue what the thing was this time. If she guessed, she'd be reprimanded for 'acting dumb'. If she did not, she would be yelled at for 'ignoring' her mother.
A mental coin was flipped.
It landed on the edge?
"I don't know what you mean. Be a bit more precise."
Birikti glared at her daughter, probably collecting energy to Fus Do Rah Fiyori out of the window. To the surprise of everyone, she instead gave a helpful reply.
"That Mario thing. You know, the video game."
Oh.
Yeah, she still had Darius' game. Mario Kart. He was so busy conceiving a bunch of 3DSlite he forgot that there was a game he was still missing. Fiyori didn't see him since then. She wondered when he figured out she had it. Whether he figured it out. She would've made a bet on it, but there was nobody fun she could reach that afternoon.
"A friend forgot it somewhere. Got a hold of it, giving it back once I see him tomorrow."
That was a creative way of putting it, but she couldn't be truthful with Birikti. Sounded like teenage crap, yeah, but she really couldn't understand Fiyori. Or maybe she could and just didn't gave a damn.
Birikti's anger seemed to dissolve. But so did Fiyori's good mood. Such was family life.
"Alright. Was that so difficult?"
Apparently?
"Now piss off."
[[Fiyori Senay, continued in Tank!]]