“I don’t think I have a bow or arrow. I’ve never had to use that weapon... Oh!” She snapped her fingers. “We could try a spear! I think I still have one of those! You can use your strong arms to throw it up and see what happens!”
“If I shot an arrow straight up, would it come back down and hit me?”
“I…. You’re asking the real questions here. We could test you theory?” That was a bad idea but Lutz never had good ideas.
Carmen: I don’t think you want to kiss someone who’s been throwing up for the past couple of minutes, let alone fuck them.
Luciano: You said that yesterday too, and just this morning you were complaining about your thighs and ass hurting.
Carmen: ...
Luciano: I’m right, aren’t I?
Carmen: Fuck you.
Luciano: No, no, bella. It is I who will be fucking you.
“I’ve been doing way too much cooking. So I thought that I might bring some by for my only grandchildren. Even if most of them don’t like me.” Carmen gave the twins a smirk. Maybe food really was the only way to get on their good side.
“I made tortas de Aceite, leche frita, and torrijas. I also made some flan for everybody to share.” She recalled the looks of the airport workers when she had gotten off the plane from Madrid.
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Now it was Carmen’s turn to rethink the short conversation. She too had misheard the comment and thought of it as an insult. But it was too late. The Spaniard was too deep in the situation to get out of it, and that’s final.
Carmen set the bag up on a counter and started to pull out little tins, a note attached to each of them. “Just a little something for each of you. What better way to try and get on your family’s good side than by little treats?” She gave the twins a smile before handing each of them a tin. “Don’t eat them all at once. Or do. It’s your choice.”
The boys had been eyeing the tins that she started to pull out of her bag, but didn’t expect to be personally handed one. Wow!! They didn’t even have time to check what was written on the notes, they had to see what was inside there! Curious little things they were, doing their predecessor proud. Plus, there was still quite a bit of child in them left, no matter how ‘old’ they physically might be.
“Ohhh, holy shit! It’s food?” Daan asked while he opened the lid to see for himself.
“Ah alas. Spears do more damage than arrows though.” She shrugged before lighting up a little. “Snooping around? I haven’t done that in a hot second!” Especially in places where weapons are held. Yes please. “Yeah! Let’s do that!”
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“I don’t think I have a bow or arrow. I’ve never had to use that weapon… Oh!” She snapped her fingers. “We could try a spear! I think I still have one of those! You can use your strong arms to throw it up and see what happens!”
“Hm, I don’t think that works the same. I’m not good at throwing spears… Sadly.” Where could they get a bow and arrow? “We could snoop around my brother’s weaponry hah.” No don’t.
“Ah. But which type of vampire are you talking about? There are many of them.”
“So. Why did we stop believing in vampires?”
“Because they’re not real.”
“Mm... Let me be worried for you. That’s what friends do for each other. They worry.”
Carmen tapped her nails on the wooden table in the kitchen, glancing between the clock on the wall and her red fingernails.
“Please. You’re going to make yourself sick, & I know from experience how you get when you’re sick.”
“My darling. You need to relax. You’re overworking yourself. Come home...”
❛ and that, carmen, is what one might consider an exaggeration. ❜ he points out, smirking into his phone at the jest. at least he could see the value in light humour. ❛ i think you’ll find i’m very relaxed. i do appreciate the concern, but i assure you, i’m fine. ❜