H.U.R.T
Cheapskate Man

"I'm gonna put your car in the garage."

"Reverting it back to the garage will not make it holy again. He's been contaminated. Let it go."

"Holy? Contaminated? I didn't stain him, really. You can check it out. I'm also driving below average speed." For this one, Isabell lied. He was driving impressed.

"Oh yeah?!" Darren finally looked.

"Everything is complete. Not a scuff at all."

"He'll kill you if he makes it abrasive even if it's just a pupil," Austin whispered in Isabell's ear and Isabell's neck fur prancing around for a moment.

"Don't whisper in my ear, Aus."

"Why?"

"I feel a mystical aura." Isabell cleared his throat when he saw Darren move.

The man moved from his place, removed the distance between them, and took the key from Isabell's hand. Without saying anything Darren immediately headed outside.

"You haven't taken your things, yet" Austin reminded.

Isabell soon followed Darren.

"I'm sorry for my impoliteness" Isabell said as soon as he caught up with Darren and stood before the man beside the car.

"You're following me to apologize?"

Isabell nodded his head, "And I need to take my things inside. Please open the roof, "please ask the girl with a stiff smile to reveal her tooth fence.

Without commenting, Darren opened the car, he was immediately treated to quite a lot of shopping bags.

"I didn't know you liked shopping so much."

"I think all women love to shop. Excuse me," Isabell gestured for Darren to marginalize the body so that he could take his things freely.

"I thought you were different."

Isabell's hand moving his belongings came to a halt. He turned around, faced back to Darren.

"Different? You mean because I look like this so I can't shop? A woman like me doesn't deserve to spend any of this."

Although Darren was puzzled by Isabell's response, the man's face remained calm looking at him, not a look of confusion at all.

"I don't think you're a man who looks at women by physicality and appearance."

"I am like that" said Darren without pitched and seemed lazy.

"You're funny? You almost made me cry?"

"Funny? I'm not laughing at all. Then, why is it funny that you are paired with crying? Sounds very strange."

"Any? Have I not been very strange in your eyes" circus Isabell, glancing from behind his glasses.

"The weird combination of your words I'm talking about, not you."

"The words that come out of my mouth belong to me."

"I thought you were so quiet. It's a very disputant." Darren turned his face away from the girl, staring back at the girl's shopping bags.

"What else do you want to say? A girl like me can't argue?!"

"I didn't say it like that."

"But your words lead there!" Isabell looked at Darren in annoyance. Isabell is really emotional.

"Who said it?"

"You didn't hear me just say it!"

If Darren said that the man seemed to misjudge Isabell the strange girl, Isabell also said something similar in his mind. All this time he thought Darren was the stiffest man in the world, the least expressionless. If most women out there think Steven Percy is the most stingy guy with an expression, Isabell advises them to meet with Darren to keep Steve from getting slandered.

"That's your perception."

"Because your words do have such meaning."

"What does it mean?"

"I'm a strange girl who can't argue, can't talk much and can't be like the pretty women out there. But I'm telling you, Darren Willson, you have no right to judge me by your narrow mindset and I don't need your opinion of me. If you're uncomfortable with me being here, you'll just close your eyes." He almost said he was going to get out of this house. But if he gets out of this house, it means he has to go back to the palace. He doesn't want to go back there.

"Just because I borrowed your car for a while you vented your frustration with some very irritating words! Hey, I just borrowed your car. Not to steal it. Because a strange girl was riding in your new car, you said this fucking car wasn't holy anymore. You just need to purify it again with a million flowers to remove the stains and feces. You stingy guy! Peep in everything." Isabell's breath hunted, the string of sentences he laid out without a semicolon, sliding smoothly quickly.

"Please pick up your things. Your talk is getting stuck everywhere."

And Isabell's emotions invaded again.

"I'll lift it too! You think my stuff linger in your holy car, huh?" Isabell exhaled until the bangs covering his forehead lifted. "I'll get it out immediately! What a damn thing this car is. Defiled, tarnished, jeez! Since when did the girl glazed over her eyes and fenced her teeth into an object that could spread dirt."

"If you have something you want to say, don't grumble in front of me. You can say it right away. Or at least do it behind my back so I can't hear it."

"Ignore Isabell. Ignore that annoying whisper. Your mental health is more important."

"I can hear you."

"That means he's not deaf."

"You're taunting me?"

"Oh my God, do I sound like I'm teasing her?"

"You call me deaf?"

"I heard a commotion." Austin exclaimed from the porch of the house. Interrupting that debate. "Did you guys fight?"

"This girl seems to be having PMS,"

"Oh, he's been coming months apparently." Austin chimed in with a small laugh. He also approached both.

Hearing Austin's response, Isabell was further infuriated. Two men discuss the period. And he blamed Darren completely. To vent his frustration, Isebell intentionally stepped on Darren's foot. Not satisfied with his actions. Isabell was upset that Darren showed no reaction, although Isabell was convinced that he had used his inner strength to injure the man's leg. Hey, Darren doesn't wear shoes at all, but house slippers. While Isabell wore shoes with heels that are not too pointed but quite powerful if used as a weapon.

"It turns out that not only does it have no heart, but it also has no taste. Not just stingy but numb too." Isabelle started picking up her things.

"Give it to me, I'll bring it into your room," Austin offered help as soon as the man joined the two.

Isabell handed over some of his support to Austin.

"Don't touch my stuff!" Isabell exclaimed as Darren's hand picked up a paper bag. Isabell seized it violently until the cantongan was damaged and took out its contents which turned out to be interiors of various patterns.

"Aargghhh!!!" Isabell pushed Darren away from the objects. "Pelite, numb, irritating and turned out to be very perverted. Stay away from my stuff, peepers!" Isabell crouched down in front of his interior.

Darren got into the car, instead of putting the car into the garage, the man went out of the house.

"It sucks!" Isabell grumbling.

"Where's Darren?"

Austin shows up just as Isabell picks up the last object. The girl clutched her things wholeheartedly. Enough Darren had already peeked at his sensitive belongings, he didn't want Austin to see them either.

"Go."

"Where?"

"Where do I know."

"He pissed you off?"

"He's very annoying."

Austin laughing. "My whole life, you've just been the woman who called it obnoxious."

"I just accidentally used his car, not to steal it."

"Darren does not like it if someone touches his belongings without permission. But even so, he would not show his annoyance. Did he really show you his frustration?"

"No. His face was slab like a yellow one swimming in a river. Relax, relax."

"Euuyy. a princess turned out to be very disgusting. You're surprising me."

"I'm sorry. Your brother is really very annoying. By the way you've had dinner?"

"No. How's yours?"

"I've eaten."

"Hmm, accompany me then. My favorite colors are black and red."

Isabell frowned confused. What does dinner have to do with favorite colors? He would only accompany Austin to a meal in the dining room, not to a five-star restaurant that required him to wear an appropriate dress. So, what's with red and black.

As if knowing Isabell's confusion, Austin turned his eyes to the object in Isabell's arms.

"OUSTIN!!!"