10 with you and Grillby, only GRILLBY GAINS A SCOTTISH ACCENT ;)
Screaaaming okayyyyyyy here you gooooooo
Prompt 10 “We could leave. We could go anywhere. Everyone talks with an accent somewhere.”
“Why does everything suck?” You asked rhetorically changing the TV station away from the news channel. You and your mate had been watching the news after your mother had texted you to tell you turn it on. A sense of hopelessness and frustration warred within you and threatened to pull you into what could only be described as a foul, depressive mood. Your mate took the remote from you and changed it back to the movie you had been watching previously.
“Well,” Grillby said after a stretch of silence. “Why don’t we go somewhere?”
“What?” You looked away from the tv and at him incredulously.
“We could leave.” He looked at you with a shrug.
“Yea ok,” you sat up and settled the pillow you were hugging just under your chest. “Pretending that we could just up and leave our jobs, and money wasn’t an issue, where would we go?” Your voice held dry cynicism.
“Well, we could go anywhere,” he said, a slow smirk spreading across his face. Oh no. The next words out of his mouth, with poorly concealed laughter, were spoken in what had to be the worst attempt at a Scottish accent you’d ever heard. “We could go ‘cross the sea, where yon hill are green, like you always wanted.”
“Oh no.” You said, hiding your face in the pillow.
“What?” He continued, full on laughing now and still attempting the accent. “Everyone talks with an accent somewhere, we could pretend to be someone else entirely.”
“Stoooop.” You moaned through the pillow. “That’s so baaaad.” You were shaking with laughter.
“Something wrong dear? Should I try something else? How about this?” He changed accents, butchering the next even worse.
“For the love of all that is good in this world, please no.” You wheezed. Breathing was a bit hard at the moment. He knew you couldn’t handle his “accents”, which admittedly he usually could do very well, unless he was trying to cheer you up.
“Oh it will be alright, we’ll fit right in.” He continued unperturbed, pulling the pillow from your arms.
“Nope, nope, can’t deal, I’m out, done ” You were red faced, laughing, and unable to look him in the face. You attempted to roll yourself off the couch only for him to grab you and keep you on the couch. “Nooo, lemme go you loon!” He only laughed and pressed a kiss to your hair. When you stopped struggled he raised a brow and grinned at you.
“Feel better?” He asked, voice amused, but completely normal. You rolled your eyes.
“Yea, guess so.”
“Good, it’ll be alright, whatever happens, we’ll manage.” He brushed your struggle induced nest of hair back and smoothed it down.
“Alright, so long as you don’t do that again.” you agreed, batting his hands away to fix your hair yourself.
“Do what? Talk like this?” And the damn Scottish accent was back, though he was having a hard time managing it from trying not to laugh.
“IM OUT!”
