This is what I was meant for…
I’m theKingof Darkness in this bitch.
And I claim this land in the name of Chevelle.
“What do you think The Ivory’s gonna do now?”
“Dunno…”
“Do you think he’d stay here and live with Velle and everyone else?” I whip a wire around in the air like a lasso. “That would be crazy, right?”
“Hand me that wire.” Lex snatches it out of my hand.
“But if not, that means he’d have to leave his precious mansion, which also doesn’t seem like something he’d do,” I continue speculating while Lex works. “Who do you think is gonna stay? And what do you think will happen with Russo??”
“Ren, I don’t know, okay?” Lex barks. “I’m just trying to fix this.”
“What are you, a Spectrum service technician now?” I snicker.
“Shut up,” he grumbles, and I can tell he’s tired.
Lexington gets grumpy as hell when he doesn’t get his sleep, remember?
“Babe, why don’t we take a break?” I rub his shoulders and kiss his neck. “The cell service is working.”
“Yea, but it sucks,” he grunts. “If I get this damn thing working, the island will be back on its own network.”
“Okay, but it’s not an emergency,” I hum. “Five minutes, baby boy. Go grab something to eat… see what Dascha’s doing.”
“I’m almost done,” he murmurs, up to his elbows in tech stuff I don’t understand in the slightest. “It’d be easier to work if someone wasn’t nattering in my ear…” He shoots me a glare, and I know what that means.
Give him some space before he strangles you.
I back away, hands up.
“Sorry, babe. I’ll leave you be.”
“Thank you.”
Snickering, I shake my head, twirling around and sauntering off, leaving my darling tech-baby alone before he blows a gasket.Or a motherboard, or whatever the hell, I have no fucking clue.
Lex has been working on that thing for a while now, and I can tell it’s taking him longer because he’s exhausted. But he won’t admit it, and he won’t give it a rest, stubborn thing he is.
No matter. I can find other ways to entertain myself…
Other unsuspecting people to terrorize on this island like fucking King Kong.
More like KingDong. Ha! I’m funny.
“Hmm… who to bother now?” I hum, traipsing through the garden.
It’s wild that I’m just wandering about the Ivory Mansion as aguest. Not a prisoner, or a secret spy on a rescue mission. I’mallowedto be here! Just like all of the other degenerates currently roaming around.
“Yo, Ren!”
“Sup, 48?”
I nod and wave at the prisoners greeting me when we pass each other in the halls like it’s fucking high school.Damn, I really am the Prom Queen of Alabaster Pen.
