The Witch was drunk and half-dressed.
She was at the point where any kind of professional Negotiator or Psychologist would just give up in helping her. The Witch was so deep down the level of ethanol, not even coffee or tea could sober her up to reality.
It was hard to tell, how much she hurt, or whether this was another one of her antics. Almost next to impossible to truly understand how she felt.
To resolve this, Frederic Chopin knelt down and held her hands.
".......Oooh Chop-Chop is proposing to me!"
"N-no. M-my knees gave out. I-I've been jumping too much while trying to catch you... I-I overloaded my leg's carrying capacity."
".......Oooh Chop-Chop is proposing to me!"
"Please Penny. Be a good girl. Let me make dinner in peace...If, it makes you feel any better, I...I'll give you a bonus to your daily supper rations."
"DEAL☆"
"YOU PLANNED THIS FROM THE VERY BEGINNING!? DIDN'T YOU!?"
"....... Nyaaah--Hicc☆?"
"..................I give up! I need to calm down with my Piano."
Able to come to a truce, the War of Attrition in the Chopin Family Parlour, had finally come to an official ceasefire. All hostilities were removed, and any further conflict had been cleared up.
In celebration to this momentous occasion, a certain lady wanted to sing.
"Goodness, Gracius--HICCUP☆!?, great balls of fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire! ~♪♫~♪♬♪~♪♫"
"PENNY! BAD GIRL! DON'T YOU DARE DROP THAT MATCH IN MY PIANOOOOOOOOO!"
They had lots of wrestling afterwards. And some barrel stuffing.
But all's well that ends well... right?
[~FIN~]
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