"Impatient, are we?" Seamon Meldon cruelly grinned, his confidence reaching an all-time high. "But don't you worry, crippled trash. You'll be dead soon enough!"
"Sure, sure, dude… Wait, your name… Pfft!" Knox burst out laughing, holding his sides. "Where do you get off talking to anything but your mirror and body pillow with a name like that!? If I were you, I'd hide away in a closet and never leave it!"
Cela's ahoge hair bobbed in curiosity. So too did Lily's ahoge.
They exchanged a glance that lasted longer than intended. Two harrumphs then sounded out as they looked away from each other.
Cela, clinging to Knox, prompted a question to the hysterically laughing man himself. "What's so funny about that pompous idiot's name, Darling?"
"Pompous idiot…?"
Ignoring the idiot in question, Knox calmed himself just enough to reply, "His name is Seamon."
"Seamon?" Cela tilted her head, puzzled. "I don't get it, Darling…"
