Ch.2 Punchies
Authors note: This is turning into a donkey shrek dynamic hahaha.
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"Just pull over for directions."
"I know where I'm going."
The boy, who revealed himself as Arthur during their 300th consecutive game of icebreakers during the long trip, wanted to punch the Golden Snitch.
Like, really bad.
Arthur squinted, he was going to die anyway wasn't he?
His hand started to move before getting immediately smacked away.
"Touch me and I will boil you."
Arthur scooted away from the angry guard, not wanting to succumb to the fate many griffin eggs fall to.
An idea popped in his head however, making him immediately forget the threat.
"What way do you need to go anyway?"
"Boiling. Isles."
"Oh! Why didn't you say so sooner?"
The golden guard suddenly felt two pairs of arms underneath him, undermining his authority by taking control of the stick.
"What are y-"
Arthur gently slapped his mask and shushed him, pointing at the mass of stars above them.
He was going to kill Arthur.
"Go to that one, see? My grandpa told me that it always leads that way!"
"What? You're just pointing to the sky?"
"No no, that one!"
"Which one."
"That one."
The golden guard suddenly realized he was being messed with. He did not like that.
"That's it!" He said before fighting the boy back for control of the staff.
Arthur started laughing, "No- Wait I'm serious, stop- you're going to knock us both off- it's that one- the one that looks like a light- it's the light constellation!"
The guard squinted before connecting the dots, literally.
"If we get lost, I am making sure you have fifty years in the dungeon."
"We're already lost."
"Don't care." The Golden guard replied annoyed, now having sole ownership of the staff and looking out for any more grabby hands.
He really just wanted a moment of silence, which he was never going to get apparently.
An annoying sound of Arthurs weird cackle filled the air as they past a abomination shaped cloud, the heat from it making him really wish his uniform wasn't three layers thick
This was unacceptable.
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"Sooo….what chores do we have to do? The emperor's laundry?"
Hunter, who had also had to give up his name or be pissed off for the rest of the ride, whacked Arthur in the head with his staff.
"Um. Ow! What was that for!"
"Emperor Belos would not send me out for tasks so simple as that, and that was a reminder to Stay. In. Your. Place." He hissed.
Hunter sighed heavily," I, am going to go on a bounty mission, you are going to scram."
"So….you're just letting me… leave." Arthur said looking more happy by the minute.
"Oh I doubt you'll get far without getting caught again, I just want you away from me."
Arthur grin began to break barriers, "Not if I 'repent' and join the emperor's coven."
Hunter, who had already been walking away, stopped in his tracks and turned around swiftly.
"You will not."
Arthur shrugged, "The weird plant lady that was doing the judging stuff said it would drop all charges."
"Yeah, but you won't do it."
"I might."
"You can't, it's for the best of the best. The elite!"
Arthur shrugged again.
"Look, If I just- Tell the emperor you're dead will you just- stop!" Hunter growled lowly.
Arthur blinked, "Um- Sure?"
Hunter slicked his hair back trying to calm himself, "Nice doing business with you, goodbye forever."
Arthur, apparently finally knowing when to stop, saluted him and ran like hell in the opposite direction Hunter went.
The kid was dumb. The dumbest he'd ever met, but he couldn't help but feel like he just got swindled.