A Guileless Fable
A Reality Outside Your Own
Julian Lanchester
Julian frowned at the annoyed Ryllian that had rudely rushed him to finish his food. How dare he! They had just met and after nearly dying of starvation he finally gets food and he can't even enjoy it. What kind of evil joke was he playing!
"Hey, no need to be constantly in a rush my boy. That's why you're always so gloomy you know, you never take the time to enjoy the finer things in life. Jeez, you are only young once dude. Leave the worrying for when you have something to worry about!" he advised, shaking his fork at the boy before diving into the deliciously cooked egg in his noodles. Slowly, he dissected the dead avian, the yellow yoke oozing out of the open hole that he had just poked. The smell was absolutely intoxicating. The warmth tickled his nose while the scent amazed his taste buds, his saliva gland producing an amazing amount of the liquid in his mouth. Stabbing the already wounded egg with his fork, Julian proceeded shove it in his mouth, his eye brightening as the broth of the soup and the saltiness of the egg blended splendidly on his tongue. Allowing the delightful taste to linger on his tongue, he slowly swallowed releasing a satisfying "Ah" while it journeyed down his esophagus.
"See Ryllian, if you slow down you could have fun . . . like me!" he chuckled, swirling his fork gathering a number of noodle strands. Taking a glance at his companion, he could see that the fellow was not amused by his "slow" pace.
"Okay man! Don't have to look like death ya know. I'll finish this up quickly." he spoke, picking up the large bowl in front of him. Picking it up to his mouth, he opened wide and shoved the food down his mouth, hot drops of chicken broth stung the side of his lips. By the time he was done his lips were burning from the extreme heat, his eyes watering as he forced himself to speak.
"Are you happy now." he whined, rubbing his mouth, flinching at the coolness of his own touch. Why was he doing this again for a complete stranger? Just like "how many lick would it take to get to a center of a tootsie pop?" The world will never know. Now that he was finished with his lackluster meal thanks to a certain someone, Julian placed his bowl into one of the man trays designated for dirty dishes and followed after the black (dressed) kid (pun intended).
"Well since I finished that amazingly awesome dish," he paused making sure he got his sarcasm across before continuing," Where shall we go now master?"
@Darekk
Julian frowned at the annoyed Ryllian that had rudely rushed him to finish his food. How dare he! They had just met and after nearly dying of starvation he finally gets food and he can't even enjoy it. What kind of evil joke was he playing!
"Hey, no need to be constantly in a rush my boy. That's why you're always so gloomy you know, you never take the time to enjoy the finer things in life. Jeez, you are only young once dude. Leave the worrying for when you have something to worry about!" he advised, shaking his fork at the boy before diving into the deliciously cooked egg in his noodles. Slowly, he dissected the dead avian, the yellow yoke oozing out of the open hole that he had just poked. The smell was absolutely intoxicating. The warmth tickled his nose while the scent amazed his taste buds, his saliva gland producing an amazing amount of the liquid in his mouth. Stabbing the already wounded egg with his fork, Julian proceeded shove it in his mouth, his eye brightening as the broth of the soup and the saltiness of the egg blended splendidly on his tongue. Allowing the delightful taste to linger on his tongue, he slowly swallowed releasing a satisfying "Ah" while it journeyed down his esophagus.
"See Ryllian, if you slow down you could have fun . . . like me!" he chuckled, swirling his fork gathering a number of noodle strands. Taking a glance at his companion, he could see that the fellow was not amused by his "slow" pace.
"Okay man! Don't have to look like death ya know. I'll finish this up quickly." he spoke, picking up the large bowl in front of him. Picking it up to his mouth, he opened wide and shoved the food down his mouth, hot drops of chicken broth stung the side of his lips. By the time he was done his lips were burning from the extreme heat, his eyes watering as he forced himself to speak.
"Are you happy now." he whined, rubbing his mouth, flinching at the coolness of his own touch. Why was he doing this again for a complete stranger? Just like "how many lick would it take to get to a center of a tootsie pop?" The world will never know. Now that he was finished with his lackluster meal thanks to a certain someone, Julian placed his bowl into one of the man trays designated for dirty dishes and followed after the black (dressed) kid (pun intended).
"Well since I finished that amazingly awesome dish," he paused making sure he got his sarcasm across before continuing," Where shall we go now master?"
@Darekk
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