Thank you's to Madilayn for a comment in a review which inspired a sentence. Just something short, I hope you enjoy. There is more to come.
Again.
Francois Lemaire, again.
Seriously, was the man after some kind of loyalty card or was he just stupid? Although, instantly he could think of others a loyalty card might well be given too and their names were Ned and Langstrom – the latter of whom he would punch should they be called out again.
But no, right now he was after this exploring idiot, again.
You'd think he might have learned from the first time comet chasing, or at least from the second time kingdom searching. He'd better learn from this third time, because he could swear right now, he'd send someone else to answer the fourth: or maybe tell John to ignore it…
No. They'd never do that, even if he really wished to, which right now was a very large yes.
The man needed to be taught how to fly. Seriously, he was just a danger in the skies, as much as he was in space and under sea. He'd suggest – if he could ever catch him – that the man remain on the ground, though he really doubted Lemaire wouldn't be a danger simply standing on that either. He'd be likely to jump and have a sink hole appear beneath him.
That was one thought he'd bury now in the hope abandoning all thought of it would prevent this from happening again.
And when he finally finishes risking life and limb, freezes his bones to the temperature of frozen peas it isn't even Lemaire (again). It's worse.
Either way, there's only one thought: Here I go again.