I was reading the newspaper when a yell ceased me.
Who the fuck is shouting?
Lamperouge's daughter came running and seeing through my peripheral vision, she's pointing at her forehead.
"Papa! May pimple ang kadyosahan ko wengya!"
I ignored them and continued reading when Lionhart's son came in laughing his ass out, looking at Lamperouge's daughter.
"Tang'na tinatawa tawa mo d'yan? Gusto mong mahampas ng Louis Vuitton Damier Canvas Eva Clutch Bag ko ha?"
"Manghahampas ka? Sayang sasabihin ko pa naman sana solusyon dyan sa pimple mo"
I just shook my head and closed the paper as I stood up, leading my way towards the stairs. They're too damn noisy.
"Talaga?? Ano?"
"May pimple ka? Mahalin mo nalang sila. Ganun naman talaga diba? Kase lahat ng minamahal, nawawala"
The fuck is wrong with these kids
-_______-
YOU ARE READING
Ezekiel Roswell POV Compilation
General FictionThese are compilation of short conversation and random POVs of Ezekiel Roswell. Each updates are not connected.
