Booboo The Fool Novels & Stories

Soren’s POV He stared at me as if I’d suddenly sprouted two heads. Then he burst out laughing, clutching his knees, throwing his head back, glancing at me between fits of laughter. “Is something funny, Felix?” I ground out. He straightened, cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie. “Nothing, Sir.” He shook his head. “Then answer the damn question.” Felix raised a hand, thumb and forefinger pinched together. “Can I ask you one, Sir? Just one? Are you suddenly into K-dramas? I just want to let you know that no matter how good and realistic they look, they’re never true.”

But she had his appreciation for the absurd—which might have been why they both gave every impression of liking her. "I’m so sorry, but can I be really annoying?" Poppy was saying to the barista, who frankly looked as though her being annoying at him might be the highlight of his life. "Can I have a cup of boiling water and a tea bag separately, and some milk in a jug? I know you must hate me right now, but some rather terrible things have happened to tea out here." "N-no, that’s fine," the barista stammered. Poppy seemed blissfully unaware of the fact that she could probably have asked for a black chicken to be sacrificed in a pentagram of blood and would have received the same answer. "Wha