Bum’s a stalker so he most likely knows the answers to Sangwoo’s birthdate and zodiac no problem. Things like first date are trickier though.
Bum’s over there filling out his encyclopedic knowledge of Sangwoo’s star sign, blood type, favorite color, allergies, college major, military distinctions, and Sangwoo’s staring at his form like, “Bum has a birthday?”
Almost every time, I write something for a specific day, I will, for some reason, finish and upload it late.
This time, it was because, on August 8, I had a LOT of bad luck which swept over to the next few days which is why this chapter is late by three days… >.<
It’s a very silly side story (just look at the name) but, after rembering about the day while looking through my notes, for some reason, I just had to write it down.
“Do you want to sneak some zucchini onto the Lincolns’ porch? We are a Watchdog and a Grim Reaper and make up a weird partnership, but we aren’t that weird to sneak zucchini on a porch. What reason is there to leave a fruit most wrongly call a vegetable on the porch of neighbours you don’t like? I have no idea what is wrong with the people in the future, but we are definitely not as weird as that. We aren’t such oddballs, such nutcases, such crackpots.
“If they find out about that, we will get sent straight to one of those awful asylums, and the hysteric laughter of Danielle and Arlington will sound right behind us until the carriage door closes and even all the way to the asylum and for all eternity. To cut my rambling short: This isn’t something we should do. Especially not I. No matter what, we will never sink so low.”
Cedric looked at her, his eyebrows raised, and Cloudia looked back at him, her own brows contracted.
“I will get as much zucchini as I can carry from the pantry,” Cedric said.
“I will make sure that the coast is clear,” Cloudia said. And with no other word, they went to work.
***
“Jester to Blood Queen – the hatchlings have safely landed in the nest, I repeat: Jester to Blood Queen, the hatchlings have…”
“Undertaker, I am standing right next to you.”
Cloudia and Cedric were standing behind some bushes in the front yard, shielded from the passers-by on the road. She had a spyglass in her hand although there was no need of it because the Lincolns’ porch could be seen very well by the naked eye from where they stood. He had a small sack full of zucchini thrown over his shoulder, looking like the oddest Santa Claus.
midnight-in-town 