" I was born in the year, XXXX, to the persons of XXXX and XXXX, in the village of a name that is not necessary, the most precious child was born, ME!"
I rolled my eyes and muttered, "Whoever lied to you ought to go to hell and suffer for a millennium,"
"Just shut up,"
"As I was saying, I was born and to cut the long story short, I grew up and got lost and here I am,"
"You jerk, I said keep it concise not undetailed," I said.
I was already irritated and he just piqued my anger. I swung a punch at him and heard a satisfying bone-breaking noise.
"Witch, you will be my death: you not only infected my face but broke my arm and now my nose,"
"I've been nursing you for the past six weeks, and I didn't break your arm, you did. And your face was by my cat,"
He suddenly looked up at me his black eyes gleaming and started laughing. I started pounding him on his head but he caught my hand and stood up with no signs of pain.
"Well, I'm off adventure awaits," He gave a small salute with a grin plastered on his face and walked passed me and out of the door. I ran after him and grabbed him until he faced me
"Is this how you were taught to thank your saviour?"
"Thanks, but I really need to go, see ya!"
And with a final twist, he ran off.
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