When Ms. Shwartz opened the door there stood a meek, pale, little man with glasses who introduced himself as Mister Pius Masper. I got up from the desk.
"Okay Mr. Masper let's go talk in the hallway."
After saying that I dragged him out into the hall.
"Christopher, can you please drop the illusion I like looking at the real you." I begged in that pleading voice I just knew he couldn't resist.
"Fine." He said if somewhat suspiciously and after several strange stages of Mr. Masper/ Christopher Carrion he was back to normal and I could tell that the kids peeking out of the window had a list of things they wanted to do at that moment that would look about like this:
Get out of here
Scream there heads off
Pee their pants
It would be SUCH and understatement to say that I was amused.
"Christopher you're bothered by something, please will you tell me?" I practically purred.
"Hob, Finnegan Hob he's coming here to take you!"
Oh, no wonder he was in such a bad mood.
"Well my prince, we should go home, lock ourselves in the Twelfth Tower for a couple of days or weeks."
I could tell how good that sounded to him.
"And could you do me a favor? Could we please ride one of those beautiful giant moths home?"
The surprise on Christopher's face was apparent very, very apparent.
"Please." I said and wrapped my arms around his waist. He was giving in I could tell "Please"
"If you really insist." He consented wrapping his arms around me.
I kissed my prince in the hallway of the Chickentown highschool with a background of gawking faces pressed to the windows.
