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“Sebastian.. wake up.”
Sebastian’s eyelids flutter and peel open, his short-lived escape from this wretched home has come to an end, and now he must endure whatever this freak of un-nature wants.
“…” Sebastian just kind of looks at him. unsure.
“well? aren’t you going to greet me?”
“morning.”
because if it were a good morning he would be spending his time off shift doing something mildly boring. Like watching tv with his human family and eating human food.
“say something…gosh! i should’ve just let you sleep.”
“maybe its better that way.”
”ANYWAYS. i want you to help me with my homework.”
“can i go back to sleep after?”
“ofcourse not! now get up and help me.”
Sebastian audibly sighed and got up, nursing his back while walking up to Randal to check the homework in question.
“what kind of questions are these..”
“english questions, ofcourse.”
“i…” He saves himself from saying something that could tick him off.
“i don’t know what kind of.. english that is, i can’t help you. sorry.”
“well aren’t you FULLY EDUCATED? or did you fail school? hmm? perhaps you might need to back again, perhaps you should go with me? hmmmm?”
“please just let me die already. PLEASE.”
Luther walks in
“did somebody say die? just what is going on here?” he folds his arms
“it seems sebastian is illiterate. he can’t even help me do my very simple ENGLISH homework.”
Sebastian grits his teeth. taking it more seriously than he needs to. But when you’ve been locked in with psychopaths, the maliciousness gets to you.
Luther scowls his eyes towards Sebastian.
“Hm. Let me have a look then.”
he grabs at the paper and brings it towards his face.
“ah, yes here it is. ‘what is the 45th letter of the alphabet?’ what’s the confusion here?”
“THERE ARE ONLY 26 LETTERS.. IN THE ALPHABET!!!” Sebastian grabs his faux-horns and squeezes down.
No matter what sense he tries to make out of these people, they will never let him have TRUE predictability.
“Randal. Sebsastian is a human. They write in human english.” Luther squints
Randal bats his eyes at Sebastian with a disgustingly mischevious look on his face, his head staying in the same angle.
“ah! right. silly me.”
“and no killing eachother. or yourselves. i don’t want to hear this word. ever”
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