"...and so I can't come see you anymore," he concluded.
"What do you mean?" countered Lana, "You can't see
me anymore, or you can't see either of us?"
"I'm done with both of you," he clarified. "I'm a father now, and I have to focus on having a suitable heir. Father's work must always come first, despite the passion we may feel."
Nakisha just laughed and added, "If I were you, I'd make excuses to avoid ending up on that vamp's bad side too."
Sotal just walked away.
And while that relationship was ending, this one was continuing to grow. Lots of chatting. Lots of eye contact.
And this interaction between the maid and a paparazzo was happening, but to what end?
The maid's primary interactions were only with the household.
Specifically, she had become their built-in nanny.
The child's parents were not nearly as attentive to her as they were to each other.
"So, Father told me where the time machine is," Sotal began, a wicked smile on his face, "so I though you might enjoy exploring time with me?"
And so, the loving couple made their way to the machine,
and spread their relationship throughout the chronicles of history...and nearly became history themselves.
"Oww! That scratched my side," Sotal said as the arrow whizzed past.
"I'll suck out the poison!" the Countess replied.
"It's not poisonous..." he began.
"Don't ruin it."
"Yes, dear."
Meantime, another couple was enjoying a new venue for "interacting."
And when they were finished with that, they had a little chat.
As he dropped to one knee and pulled out a handcrafted piece of jewelry, Breagadoir said, "Harlequin Goth, only true love of my life...besides wealth and power, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest elf alive?"
Her response was, "No,"
"I'd rather make
us the most powerful evil couple in the Simverse."
Breagdoir's response was simply a smile that spread from one pointy ear to the other.
