Pucking Forbidden Claim
I shout, immediately standing up.
“Wait, stop running!” Rook calls after me.
“No, keep it! I don’t want it. I’m used to your fucking surprises, Rook!”
Because I know better.
The last few surprises he brought home? A goldfish in a plastic bag—he named it Mr. Pucks, which lasted a whole three days.
Before that? A giant stuffed snake. No reason. Just walked in, tossed it at me, and said, ‘This is you now.’
Then there was the time he came in grinning ear to ear, holding a cake. I thought, Okay, finally a normal surprise.