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"I’m an expert, Zel,” Spencer assures the poofy blonde, grinning lopsidedly and nearly tripping over the coattails of his navy dress robes. “Which is why that dance move you just witnessed was so gosh darn perfect!”
"Oh yeah? Witness this," she says all in one breath, proceeding to
Zel squeals excitedly before she leans forward and whispers out of character "You nailed it!", the weight of her headdress nearly tipping her over in the process.
"Your grace, I apologize. I seem to have forgotten my manners."
"I command you to rescind your... bullshit statement, squire."
Whoa, babe alert.
My date has a stick up her ass.
"Jeremiah, you simply cannot speak to your monarch in such a crass manner. Besides, I am a royal. I must appear both apathetic and uncomfortable."
"Oh what will I ever do without you? What will I tell the kids? Jetter’s gonna be so upset. This is all my fault. I should run away to Mexico. Maybe buy a bar and change my name or Carlos. Not the English way of saying Carlos. You gotta roll the ‘R’. Carrrrrrrlos. Do they have Cheerios in heaven?"
"Mmmm," she hums as she licks her dead lips, and whispers hotly, "Apple Jacks."
Jeremiah doesn’t manage to let out a single tear, but he wipes his face off anyway as he leans into Zel’s face. “What is it? Are you hurt? Are you going to tell me the meaning of life? What I should eat for breakfast tomorrow?”
In the faint whisper of a sickly woman, she breathes, "Tell the cats... I'll be home... for Christmas," and proceeds to die.
"I’m sorry love. I’ve been occupied with school and family matters. I am here now and ready to stalk you until your heart’s content."
She mulls his explanation over for a moment, but doesn't seem to buy into it. "But am I not more important than both of those things? Combined?"
Jeremiah gathers the girl up into his arms, gasping in horror, then releases an exaggerated wail as he rocks back and forth. “Zel! My precious pebble! Come back to me!”
After a short moment, Zel's eyes flutter open, and she sputters a measley cough, which gradually multiples into a hacking cacophony. Once she's had her little fit, she reaches for a handful of Jer's shirt, and croaks, "Come closer..."
"Woah now. If you’re gonna get handsy, might as well get me naked first," he smirks, trying his best to maneuver the squirming Zel, bringing her forward, but only to end up tripped on his own two feet, ending with the couple crashing onto the ground.
Zel lets out a real shriek of terror as she drops headfirst to the ground. Although she manages to absorb the blow with her shoulder, her eyes fall closed and her face goes slack as she lays on the ground motionless.
“Merde— what did I do now?”
"You don't call, you don't write, you don't stalk. Do you have any idea how lonely it's been?"
"WELL, EXCUSE YOU!"
"Okay, I have a plan. First I'll need a volunteer."
Jeremiah couldn’t help but laugh at her. He clutches onto her with one arm, and uses the other to tickle her sides. “I think you just grabbed my butt,” he told her, spinning around to the point where he makes himself dizzy.
Okay, now he's got her giggling and squealing, because lord jesus Zel is ticklish. Also dizzy, and breathless, she gasps, "Well, I wasn't trying to be subtle about it!" and slides her hand a little further down his backside, grabbing a generous handful of Jeremiah-bum and giving it a sassy squeeze.
He raises his eyebrow at her, having learned not to question what goes on in Zel’s head, though he’s more amused than anything else. Before he could think of something to say, Jeremiah dipped himself to her waist and wrapped his arms around her, tugging her up and over his shoulders.
When most girls are thrown over a guy's shoulders they usually giggle and squeal, or shriek, or something along those lines. Zel, on the other hand, lets out a roller-coaster-worthy holler, instantly wrapping her arms around his waist like an upside down koala.