For the people weak at heart, please do not read further. You might not be able to bear the madness about to come your way.
Padfoot is one of my friends who is just damaged beyond cure (as you will now see.) and really needs to stop flirting (it’s harmless flirting, Mom, promise!) with me!
Oh and my excuse for the craziness is continuous four hours of studying!
Me : Greetings!
Padfoot : Welcome to my planet. What brings you here O’ fair maiden?
Me : There’s some sort of insanely crazy attraction here! I still haven’t been able to figure out where I am, Sir! Could thou help thee?
Padfoot : I am sorry, fair maiden. I can’t help myself. All doctors have already given up. They say I am beyond hope and the only treatment is the love of a fair maiden.
Me : Oh Lord! You do look pale and tired in hindsight, Sire. Is there anything I can do for thou? Can I be of help?
Padfoot : Indeed… The touch of thy rosemary lips is the only way to heal this weary soul… Free me from these shackles that bind my soul to this world and take me with thyself to the horizon beyond the sea.
Me (thinking I should have guessed where it would lead!) : But I am already taken, Sire! I have my heart belonging to the Knight of my life! I cannot do this for thou. Only true love can heal thou, Sire and that is not mine to give or yours to ask for. Your love will come, Sire. I can feel it in the air around me. Hurry not!
(And this is exactly what you deserve for being cheeky, I wanted to say!)
Padfoot : Round one goes to the fair maiden who looks beautiful in red!
Aha! The taste of victory! Mischief Managed 😉
Life Note to self : It is good to go crazy!
P.S.: I swear the rest of my blog is not this crazy!