Funny Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

he stutters, clearly thrown off by my answer. “It’s okay, most people don’t know how to respond. So, what kind of hobbies do you have?” I ask, expecting a long list of boating, mountain climbing, rafting, ect. Instead, I’m hit with a whole lot of silence. “Do you have any?” I chuckle. “I don’t think it should be this difficult to come up with something.” “How about you go first? What do you like to do?” he replies, daring me to do better.

I used noodles since I didn't like the MC cussing. In fact, if the other person is sarcastic, a question can be responded with another inquiry. End of text.

Sir Hans asked, pointing to the young lady in front of him. "I am (random/name or r/n) and I was wondering whether you were single, sir?" r/n asked, and Sir Hans' expression turned gloomy. "Next question!" Sir Hans exclaimed, as a young lady spoke forward. "Sir, I just wanted to ask you a question," the girl said. "And what exactly is it?" Sir Hans inquires. "I just want to ask if you are smart, sir?" The girl asks, and everyone in my class laughs, except for me, Sir Hans, and this sleepy guy next to me.

“Are you kidding me?” “Not even a little bit,” I replied, holding his gaze. “You answer mine, I answer yours. Fair deal, right?” He let out a breath, clearly skeptical. “Alright. You first.” At first, we kept it light, throwing out the usual stuff—favorite color, TV shows, first kiss, the first time we hacked something, even the first time we killed someone. But then, without even realizing it, the questions started digging a little deeper. I tried to keep my stupid mouth shut but once we got going, it was like I couldn’t stop myself.

"What's with the questions, Fuentebella? Are you required to know the whole personal data of your hired whore? Is my personal information that important for a billionaire to know? For what reason?" "Don't overreact. I'm just simply asking. You can or can't answer them. Besides, they are harmless questions. The one a person usually asks to a stranger." I put the meat in my mouth and began chewing them biding time to hear the woman who's frowning from saying something. The crease on her forehead adds to her sexiness. I grinned as I pictured her under me with that same knot on her head while I rammed her. "You don't ask about the family of a complete stranger. That would make you weird."

Her eyes kept roaming round my face and I had no doubt she was being serious but I couldn’t help the laughter that escaped me. She frowned deeply, her angry brows creasing together in a way that made me laugh even more. ‘You doing cheap weed captain?’ ‘What?’ ‘That shit ain’t good for you’. ‘Are you going to answer the question?’ ‘Why would you even ask me that?’ ‘You know what? Forget I asked’. She turned back and resumed walking inside. Girls are weird. Where does one even generate such questions from? ‘Hey captain!’ I called after her. ‘What?’ She spun around

"Nope. Do you?" "Nah. Do you have any weird quirks? Like, my best friend says I always cross my legs when eating, but never when I’m drinking." His eyebrows rose. “Why are we having this interview session, giglio?" "We're playing twenty-one questions, Luca." I rolled my eyes. "You're weird." He just looked at me for a while. "Oh, I know. So, quirks?" -------------------------------------------------------------

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

So, luckily her friend was out of the way, that was good. "So, away from that now," I said. "Can we go over ourselves before we go see Mum or are you busy?" "Twenty ... Thirty questions or what do they call it, should we do that?" "It's twenty questions, how do you not know that well, did you live under a rock?" I meant it as a joke, but a part of me felt bad for saying it. She seemed like a sensitive person. She gave me a pointed look before saying, "I clearly did not. We can do that. I'll go first, what's your favourite colour?"