"No Marcus. It- I deserve that. I deserve every criticism and critique that I am given. How else am I supposed to grow as a person if all I hear is the good."
Jorge broke contact and looked down at the floor as the memories of his actions were brought back up.
"Yes I should have stayed with her. Yes I should have asked for help but rational thinking goes out the window. I wanted to hear the languished cries of those who harmed my family, my children. I wanted to..."
Jorge's voice became low sinister as he spoke. His fists clenched up and his teeth gritted but his body refused to hold onto that anger. Just as quickly as his temper arose it plummeted down into nonexistence.
"I apologize. I did not want you to see me like that. I am trying to turn a ew leaf right now. "
“What? You have an anal prolapse or something?” Cyndwella raises an eyebrow.
“It’s fine Jorge. After all I think you’ve seen me lose my cool more than once.” Marcus says almost magnanimously.
"Thank you for understanding."
Aigis sensing a lull in the conversation stepped forward and inserted herself into the conversation.
"Pardon my intrusion. I have prepared a room for our guests and was wondering if you would like to rest now? We do have an early morning tomorrow."
“What do you say Cynd?” Marcus looks over his shoulder at his levitating wife, as she checks her nails.
“I want a bath first. I sleep better when I’m squeaky clean. Aigis, dear, please draw me a bath plenty of bubbles.” Cyndwella gestures as if she was royalty. “I’ll also need your assistance.”
Marcus looks to Jorge and shrugs.
"There's an issue with your request mam. We do not have water nor the capabilities of warming it for your bath. I can pull you some water from the well but it may not be to your liking. Would you like me to draw you that bath?"
Jorge piped into their exchange to offer them another option.
"Perhaps we can go into town tomorrow and see if we can get utilities and food back in this place or maybe we can stay in town? We were going to go there early anyways."
“Water is water, I’m not worried about it being from a well. Please do draw me that bath, let me worry about the warming part.” Cyndwella smiles, shifting her attention. “No can do ironass. This Wisp needs her bath, otherwise I don’t sleep so well.”
“That’s actually true Jorge. Cyndwella can really snore.” Marcus says matter of factly.
“No worse an attribute than your excessive farting whenever Eva makes a meal with mushrooms in it, Schmoopy.” Cyndwella jabs.
“I can’t help it Cynd! Mushrooms give me gas!” Marcus turns a shade red.
Aigis bowed her head and dismissed herself before going into the adjacent room to collect buckets for water.
"So" began Jorge. How do you know of Ne'zon Cyndwella? I do not believe that you have meet her before.?"
“Schmoopy spoke of her. I got to actually see her earlier today, but that jerkoff scalie-king had to be an ass and test my patience. So I left before getting to know the pudding cup.” Cyndwella stretches her arms.
"You did? Is she doing well? How did she look? Did she look happy?"
Jorge's tone dramatically changed as the topic changed to Ne'zon.
"I truly hope that this whole situation does not leave a lasting impact on her life. How often does an entire town get evacuated because of a relative? If only that had not happened then I would have revealed myself to her sooner."
“Wow, slow up with the questions armored dong.” Cyndwella took a moment to adjust herself in her nonexistent seat, recrossing her legs. “Pudding cup looked fine. Doing well? Not by my standards. Kid lives in a room at a crap motel.”
“Yeah, but it is Ne’zon’s choice, Cynd.” Marcus looks to Jorge. “I made her an offer to take up a house in Lunalight but she wouldn’t budge. Ne’zon is determined to do her own things on her own.”
“Yea, yea, yea, I know. Just saying would’ve taken the offer, AND I’M DA CRAZY ONE!” Cyndwella jumps up, only to immediately return to a floating/sitting position.