It all started one afternoon in Paris, when a certain earthworm couldn't find his car keys to the car he madly drove around without a care of an appreciation of it in the first place. There were terrible car accidents in his past, it blinded him to the notion of finding his keys in the first place. Eventually he found his car keys, but not without finding the earthworm favorite of snacking coffee down his gullet until his mind was ready to go for another evening of lucid dreaming and waking up again. In his last dream, he was a bird, hell bent on destroying himself further than he already had. It was a couch dream that went on for about 5 minutes. It was a promise to him that he would stay up all night and recant about how he used to be an earthworm in the first place. His life was taken from him. In fact, he was never meant to be a human, on the contrary, he was born to be an earthworm. Digging around in the mud all day long and singing cheery tunes of how he'll get to do it the next day if he isn't dug up by the talons of a worrying crew of nest eggs that seemed to hatch into his untimely doom. He was so over it in fact that he forgot to leave the TV off when he was resting on the couch and brought towards a monstrous suffering when he would awake to the talons screaming into him. After falling off the couch, he turned off the nature TV show. It was best for him to leave it off for cover of the harsh world that laid outside his tiny weak apartment. The flat was covered in dust and termites and he would kill for a nicer place to live. The main destroying factor of this world comes from the fact that he was indeed an earthworm in the first place. He doesn't know what happened to the charm of his new body that laid without inching pleasure that he'd come to enjoy. He was completely devoid of charm in the first place and living as a human was no different adventure for him. It had come to his attention that something would have to be done around his rancid garbage living situation. He just didn't have the time or purpose to get anything done. It was done time and time after of the coffee driven joy ride that took place every moment around 7, it was a place for his mind to relax and focus on the road as his favorite tunes played in a talented mixtape he made for himself. Music was the only thing he seemed to like in this post-modern industry of torturous suffering he had to endure countless hours of.
His job was a wacky one, he was an accountant for a firm devoid of personal professionalism. Everyone was happy and full of life, drinking coffee, and having the best damn attitude about a firm I have ever seen. They didn't like the stuff he had around his desk, it was just an old copy of a newspaper and some talented garbage about how he saved the mayor's life one day when walking down the street. The office laid barren of uncool merchandise, everyones dreams sat nicely on their table. One girl encouraged him to go out with her but he declined because he had work to do that day and wanted to practice accordion while he still had time. The pressure that drove him into submission wasn't his co-workers, but his boss, who would frequently give him shoulder massages because he always looked tense when working on something. He tried to bring it up to HR but they looked at him like a crazy person for being that guarded in his life. The boss quickly mitigated the disaster by saying it was just him trying to help and their relationship got off to a rocky start that day. It was time to go home now and all the paperwork had been filed, when a shiny girl with a large hand slammed it down on the desk and demanded for her taxes to be filed as quickly as possible. Realizing that he was the only one still here, our hero took it upon himself to try and get paid overtime to deal with the roaches that were living with him.
It took about an hour for the paperwork to be done and he would have a good night if he stayed that long to look into her. Her hair was a knockout and her lips formed a clever face, she would knock the door to his office and loudly proclaim, "listen here vermin, I see that you are in fact an earthworm and such an ungodly creature that I would allow you to sit there and take into form all my amazing work I have done in the past year." He was shocked that she had found him out so quickly, now that he thought about it, she sort of looked like a peacock, he intended to say nothing of the sort and instead recanted his old boss's literature about how to stay awake during conversations, "and how are you doing today?" He asked forthright but not too confidently. "I am doing wonderfully today actually, how are you doing today?" She asked wonderfully, "I'm doing fine," he said quite drull, "well isn't it a lovely world you live in that you can sit and do paperwork all day without getting fired for loudmouth behaviour." He thought about his bedroom and the mouse that crawled into his lap that one day and took a deep breath into the next statement, "do you have any cash to spend on that limousine out front?" She quieted down, "Oh yes, it was an American one so it's actually quite thrifty as a matter of fact, I brought vodka from it's couch cover that I would very well like to enjoy once this is finished, so let's begin, what earth shattering questions do you have to deliver me?" They spent about a half an hour discussing taxes until they both got bored and asked about what time it was and how much longer they would have to spend in the room together. Things were not right with her, she would speak out loudly in her boorish tone garbage about being too spendy for the right reasons like designer shoes that a model should have to stay relevant in this day and age. He thought he was right for a second until he viewed how much an astronomical amount of shoes looks on paper. He said forthright without any confidence once more, "this is way too much on designer goodies for one person who can barely pay rent this month, I suggest you sell your shoes to the highest bidder and stay afloat in this city." She started to cry, "not my shoes, please anything but that, I haven't got a closet big enough to seal them away and they keep me close company at night!" She was sobbing enough for him to get uncomfortable so he changed the subject. "Tell me about last night and what you spent at Le Ricardos." "You have to know that they sounded affordable to me at the time, but I as blackout drunk and the cute girl at the bar said they would give me five drinks for 49.95 so who would I be to pass up such a terrific deal?" She said, "that sounds like a terrific way to spend a night but maybe it's not as valuable to you at this current moment, you have to project into the future and save for it." She cried violently, he was begging her to stop, she was belching between crying fits, she was clearly drunk and needed to sleep more than she needed an accountant at 6 o'clock on a Saturday.
She was continually crying over any other statement he had for her, so he tried to put his best empathy face on and tried to mitigate the damage like a tree frog snack should. "There there, all of this is manageable if you just sell your shoes and stop going out to ritzy clubs that try to pass deals off on your when you're already blackout drunk." She was quickly swung open by rage, "they should have stopped me, they should be fired for trying to pass on that savings bullshit to a woman that clearly needs help instead of being tracked into the dirt like your kind." He felt a twinge of disrespect at the racism but this woman was blinded by rage and maddened by drink so he let his cool nature take control of him and carried on, "maybe you can give them a piece of your mind or maybe you can listen to me here, what you're doing is a grave act that will rob you of any social security, we can't pay you out to help you here, you should have gone to a bank instead of running our turf with badmouth turkey speak." She was in awe of him, "turkey speak? You mean to bark down on me when I poop your kind out for wasting space in our world?" He leaned back in his chair, "so let me get this straight, you are some kind of rabid creature like a bird some alien turned into a human as well?" She looked shocked and appalled, "I am a peacock, can you not tell from my illustrious feathers that… Well aren't there anymore?" She stopped for a second and continued to cry, "I don't want my feathers back. I want to stay in this world and be rampaged by its inhabitants. I don't care what happens to my future as long as I'm happy now and that is what counts." He breathed a long sigh, he wanted a cigarette, "It looks to me you have a lot of insight into how society works and how you should stay away from frivolous games such as this one, clearly a marvel to see. You might be lacking your bird feathers but you make up for it in this atrocious way." "Fuck you man, you don't know my life, I have been plucked from my nest by some alien death ray that made me who I am today, a mockery of a human being and I don't even deserve an earthworm to look at me with such anger and vitrioul to tell me that taxes are real and not some made up rule by your government to keep peacocks out of trouble with a fantasy lie like this one." "You think taxes aren't real? How long have you been on this planet? You're telling me you have a year of taxes left unpaid and came at 5 to come and complain to me about it? You should be ashamed of yourself for your childish ways." She looked at him with a foolish grin, "say, I don't know how this works, you could be tricking me, this could all be an elaborate conspiracy that we need to pay taxes when we don't need to, I say shower me with guilt all you like but I will not believe a word of your lies!" The earthworm looked too tired to be shocked and appalled, he took an emergency breath deep into his lungs and shouted out, "I am tired of your decisions to mock what I am and what I do, this is a very serious earthly problem you have and denying it will not bring light to your situation, if you calendarize it, I might be able to do something about it, but right now you are bringing nothing to yourself and will starve under your weight." She leaned back in her chair, great, she thought, he got me right where he wanted me.
She tried to think of a better time in her life, when she was modeling fruitlessly, she was a diamond in the rough and a looker to boot. She had such a personality on camera it was as if every photo was coming to life, at least that's what the lothario cameraman said when he was trying to mack on her tiny lips. She didn't do it of course, she was afraid she had something on his lip that looked funny. She had her eyes on the clouds and couldn't be pulled down from it, she was a high flier and a good one at that. Although peacocks can't fly very well she would always have dreams about crashing into the ground and being too irreparable to continue any further, this was her worst nightmare and it would come to fruition if she was too weak to continue from what was at her door. She tried hard to pity herself into coming through the door and whining about how bad an earthworm must feel to be on this planet without realizing how she would feel if he did the same to her. It was a bad aura that got her into trouble with her producer when she said she was fed up with the way he cut his own hair and decided to do it herself, butchering him in the process. It was a way that a man resented her that threw her off the balcony and into her untimely death but survived because of a canopy she didn't see when demanding that Javier stay with her one more night before he left back to Mexico. It was actually a monster of a relationship she couldn't see herself out of. She cried begging him to stay as he would leave her unhinged everytime, she couldn't beg him well enough to stay for after-hours encountering and instead rushed her to the nearest hospital regardless of his way of fooling around with her that night. He was a good and honest man, she thought after ripping her face away from the cement that the canopy could catch and floored her into.
It was a magic moment when she woke up and realized he was gone from her sight and had deleted her off his phone. Any peacock who couldn't see her way around a man would be crushed in this world and she knew it like the back of her hand.
So she laid down furious arguments to the earthworm to try and catch him stealing a hundred dollars out of her salary and hurt him to the furthest degree possible in her grasp. Neuter him, she thought, her salary would be backlit by an insatiable urge to push him further over the edge and see him flail out in misery as all earthworms in her past did. He did not budge any further than an inch, he stayed loyal to his lawyerly opinion making process and furthered his way down into the drama not an inch over company policy rules and guidelines. He was approachable to her and she resented that in a way that Javier could not give her the time of day and the light of her life but this earthworm could sit with her completely calm and not give an inch of himself away to bastardized lighting of the accounting process. He held his job as his one purpose in life, to survive and thrive in a natural environment such as this one he totalled into the ground with one false sentence that he gave prior. He was unhooked from his ways and it was beginning to toil at him, the fact that he metaphorically reached out to grab her and pull her into the ground was not the earthworm way. He felt obliged to apologize for his outrage, but he was glad he hurt her in a way that earthworms want to fight back but never have the opportunity too. This was his fast glance into her future, that she would neuter herself for her insolent ways and make claim to the forces that guided her there to begin with, a nazi cry for someone who can't recover and make ill claim of himself either.
It was an evil power that ransacked the room this way, a constant bickering that made the two powers incompatible with their true bullshit emotions that none of them could see their way out of. It was all their plot to ridicule the other in a talented act of conversation that wrought them with so much suffering that their calories burned endlessly in a mad display of different frequencies at work that none of them seemed to mind terribly past the fact they were an earthworm and a peacock talking to themselves over some taxes. The matrimonial emotions laid dry and the true conquest began, how could one of them win against the other and who could make the other power starve the longest without getting fed or feeling like their taxes were taking too long to file even though she should have made an estimated payment every quarter. Someone should have taught her how to act, he thought. Someone should tell him how to say what's on his mind to the fact of the letter and not retreat into petty diatribe like I'm also doing, she thought for a second.
Eventually they all found the letter of validated payments and got on their merry way to solve this troubled creature's true glory, that she would stay with him long after the hour was passed and into material that would span the course of say, 7 weeks in one hard fought night of constantly bickering and fooling around with each other that none of them saw the morning coming the next day. They breathed in the light and realized that all the taxes were about halfway finished. He looked up from his desk, "You should come back later, I don't need a rat in my kitchen," "I should kill you for saying that, you have a half assed approach to this thing and I need to monitor you before you steal from me blind. You little earthly creature will not have me robbed blind before I am ready to recuperate from my drinks any further down the line of barking at you." He had enough of this, he was losing to her and it was time to turn the tables even further, "If you had cash to steal from I would at this current moment," "AH HAH! So you are a gross thief hellbent on sabotaging me, that's where I leave good sir to tell your manager about the incident and prove to all that peacocks should stick with birds of a feather and not a mocking smart alec such as yourself," "Careful with how you put it, I'm not about to get fired over this, I have rushed over this petty diatribe for far too long and you need to put it in a way to understand that we're friends here." She looked appalled, "A friend? You mean to say that a caterpillar such as yourself can even come close to calling yourself a friend? Don't make me laugh with your foolish diatribe." She left him tortured at the table, his only response was this, "You can take it out on me if you want but don't make my boss feel obliged to do something about it, I really can't take it this week, I have a lot of furniture to remove due to bedbugs." "You are a mollusk living in sheep's clothing and you deserve what is coming to you for removing a cent from my dollar!" This was a bad mood to set, he tried hard to be reserved about his nazish ways any further, he tried her one more time, "Are you sure you want to get the man helping you fired from doing taxes that you need done as quickly as possible? It's almost the end of the month and nobody will be able to help you come Christmas time, it would be impossible for anyone else to sort these, they're all swamped with their vacation plans and I'm the only one with none, so I might be your worst friend here but I will have candor throughout my stay here with you." She looked out the window of his dark office, "So you might be a terrible person but I will agree that you are a terribly mocked human being in my stay here, but that rat comment makes me want to punch you in the face. Whenever you tiredly nod I would push your face a little bit to see you get on without rushing through it," He thought he had her here, "yes, but you are an asshole for this and I would respect it if you pushed back on your ways to continue ridiculing me in this way," she roughed out an immediate response, "If I must to get these taxes finished I will stay my hand away from your personal space and continue laughing madly as you try and make sense of these egregious pages." He had enough with her, he wanted her to leave so madly its as if the door was mocking him worse than she was. It was a quick laugh from her that spun him into the ground and into a coma of writing on pages and using a calculator quick enough to keep his wits about him.
Eventually his boss found him lying there knocked out and gave him detention for keeping a party girl over night. This was an egregious error on his behalf, he had spent weeks if not months repairing his relationship with his boss from the terrible incident that occurred a few months prior involving a patient of dementia coming in and asking if he was his grandson only for an earthworm to ridicule him for even saying that, unbenounced to the medical philosophy of knowing boundaries when talking to elderly people that won't shut up when you're doing something. He made a grave error that cost him his pitch at a promotion he worked so tirelessly at getting. He needed it more than he needed a new roof to cover his poor intelligent head. He was so aghast to human behaviours that he smelled a weakness in somebody and pounced on it as if they should be ashamed, not worrying about the catastrophe of being unable to bounce back from such a tragedy in the first place. It was a blind fluke of a man that would rather take cover in darkness than come out into the world to see what it was about. His boss had it and wanted him to take responsibility for blowing all last night with her in her lap.
The boss regarded this as yet another tragedy that laid wake to a man that couldn't blink an eye to an elderly person that just needed help to find his grandson who was in the other room and laid level in the idea that he should be punished for it. It was then he took her arm and escorted her out of the premises, he assured her that no tax fraud would be committed and she would be right where she needs to be when the time was ready. His boss was furious at him, to stay all night and demand overtime was poppycock, he didn't even do it correctly in the first place and had a lot of grave errors that came from bellyaching to someone you didn't even know in the first place. It was that mad drunk effort to keep moving that pushed him to such grave errors like this one, a balanced check that sat madly on his lap that he forgot to file in her tax return that gave his boss a fury that he hadn't seen before, he was mad at him for laughing at her and taking her jokes into account when he was supposed to be the one focusing on what he was doing prior to what he would like to do with her, which is stay in a room locked up with movies where you could get your drink on and party it up away from the workstation. He was so mocked at his boss that he said screw it, I'll find work somewhere else and see myself out of this dark situation that comes from being an earthworm in people's clothing.
He was robbed of his freedom by her incessant attitude and it wouldn't go on any further, he was free from that wretch, he thought as he was fired instantly. He took his paycheck and balanced the overtime into it, his boss had enough but he wasn't foolish enough to sign a man away who can't even go on a Christmas vacation because his atmosphere wasn't fit for any human being to live in accordingly.
It was then he was whisked out into the avenue with his box of things and met her on the curb. "Well do you want to stay at my place if yours is covered in roaches and discarded messes?" She asked abruptly. He thought at her for a second as if to say thank you for getting me fired, do you really think I'd have tea with you for an instant? He gave a guarded, "no," in response. "Suit yourself, earthworm but just know I have a talent for keeping guests interested in my humble abode." He laughed, "Well you certainly have a talent for keeping me interested, how would you like it if I lit your couch on fire and walked on your carpet with muddy shoes?" "You certainly have a way with words and you deserve the apartment you're living in, you probably don't even clean it that often, I'm surprised an accountant would care so little in his fastidious glory to claim an apartment so wretched and vile I've never seen it before but the image is burned into my eyes and the taste is implanted in my mouth, it comes off of you in a way I've never seen an earthworm do before." "Well that is a classic vocabulary from someone who can't even keep me awake to get me away from being fired in the first place," "You said you wanted your personal space and I applaud you for the effort when you tried to keep yourself from shutting down onto your desk, now where are my papers that say I'm a free woman?" "I'm afraid I made a lot of typo errors and now my boss who fired me has to get it all back together." "You are a useless worm to be in contact with, do you know that?" He laughed hard at her joke, "You might be right about that, but I have a mind that can handle this world that you see so disproportionately dominated by apes," "On the contrary, I see a man with little to no intelligence and something so disproportionately small as the abstract feeling that we're all rushing to get you, you have something merry within yourself you just haven't got the time to grow up and live with yourself well enough." He thought hard on her statement, "I think it's better if we both leave this unhinged and never speak to each other again." She looked aghast but played it off as a responsible movie goer might do if they don't agree with something in the film, she shut up and kept from responding. He continued, "If you really need someone to talk to I would suggest a lawyer for your menial wage and salary trying to cover all the extravagances of life you hold so close to you, it's as if a martyr is trying to keep his moral code from being ambushed by Pontus Pilate." She gave a quick answer, "Magnifique, and to you I say farewell, here's my apartment number and address anyway in case you want to step out of the filth." He was robbed by her blind but he took the slip of paper she had prepared anyway.
Fantastic, he thought, I would have to meet her halfway on this and not seem like a pansy attempt at flying over her radar. Alright, he thought, maybe he would see her for tea and get lucky with her good graces, although he knew she was crazy, maybe it's just what he needed to get out of his shell. It's been known to be a lingering ideal in men to seek out what they need from themselves from others, this was no wrong case to make that he needed something in her that he couldn't quite find himself, a way out of his detestable and lazy behaviors. He had stuff crawling in his suit and needed a way into a better lifestyle. Even if she was crazy, she couldn't have gone as far out to assume that we should be lovers on the first night of contacting me but instead she kept it as a friendly thing. It was that bore that drove him into the ground, she didn't feel his way like he wanted her too, they were madly incompatible. It was only if he stayed awake that night would he decide to give her a treat of a worm in her bird nest. It's only then he would try and make amends with her. He set off with a weak goodbye and left to his flat. When he got there he realized things were off, he could feel a smell coming from the kitchen so he hot footed it to the kitchen door. Inside were rabid creatures crawling everywhere, he was so sick to his stomach he threw up everything he had eaten that day which wasn't much. He implored his landlord to please do something about it but nothing could be done, the building was going to get torn down Tuesday and he would have to find another place to live, he threw his hands up and said, "Okay, if you can't help me, maybe the bird could." He sheepishly walked to the corner stop and waited for a bus to get him to her as quickly as possible. He waited and waited, as a matter of fact, he waited so long the sun was coming down. "How could this be," he thought, aghast to the possibilities that the weight of his decision might come down on him later if he decided to take Muriel any further. That's her name by the way, his name was Frank, now on with the show.
He waited futilitically for so long that he decided to just walk to the address which was about a half an hour away. As soon as he passed a block and turned right, the bus came much to his superstition. He was so lost in a matter of minutes that he turned back and saw that the bus stop was empty once more, he needed a phone and he didn't have one. He turned back around and regained his journey, on the way he saw a cute little cat that he was afraid to pet because he thought it had mange, it was a peculiar little animal, it reminded him about being an earthworm. Day in and day out, rolling around in the mud to his heart's content, he couldn't do anything but that and he was damn good at it, he might have been the best earthworm in the kingdom but nothing would save him from a hawk or a dove plunging in to find what goodies awaited. He would freak out constantly about predators on his walk, anything could be out to get him and he was a terribly paranoid man. So much so that he actually thought the government was watching him for being an earthworm, which was right in fact but he didn't know it yet. He was worried he would be used for bizarre experiments into whatever alien technology or magic did this to him. It was in the pinch of time he found the door to her apartment, the deluxe sign out front that had a ripped canopy was a dying light amongst good apartment buildings. The stage lights and cheery doorman, everything was right where it should be. He asked for her name at the front desk and got a red faced response, "we were wondering when you would come by, she's been calling down all day to see if you showed up," the phone rang again, she quickly shut up Frank and answered it, it was her.
She quickly handed off the phone to him and watched with tears in her eyes as he talked to her. "Hello?" He said, "It's about time you got here, that loser at the front desk made it seem as if you were never coming!" Frank rolled his eyes, "Why would you bother the front desk lady? She's crying, what did you say to her?" "I just told her the dark circles under your eyes made you look like a sad clown or something clever like that." He had enough with her, he was finally in and he could see the world around her, everything was made worse by her presence and he was beginning to notice that.
He wrote down her apartment number and made his way up the stairs, upon reliving the dream he had the one night, he was scared he would wind up in her stove or her oven before the night was over, he needed a place to stay and had no other friends in this city. He was hoping to crash on the couch and find a new place tomorrow. He felt weird in her house, it was a mockery of his former life. The place was spotless except for a stain in the ceiling and everything was organized. There was a space in there designed for writing, a typewriter sat in front of the window sill pointed out to a powerful view of the city. There was stuff written there but he didn't feel right about reading it without asking. He was there in the center of her life and she made busy making tea for both of them, he spoke up, "Listen, I'm terribly sorry about how I was treating you back there." She spoke off at him, "Nevermind that, never trouble with the past when there is a bright future ahead of you." He thought that might have been a cool way for her to pass off the fright of dealing with someone like that, so he asked her this, "Why did you choose to give me your address in the first place?" She stopped for a second and quickly responded, "I don't know what you're like but you do seem to have a way around words that makes you remarkable to talk to." He looked at her with a grave statement, "That might just be your bird brain getting in the way of sense, you can't judge a person's strength based on one night of uncomfortable dialect." She laughed, "Magnifique, I thought I saw a friend in you but it seems you are stuck in your old earthworm ways, say this, I am not a mind you can so callously observe from the sidelines, an earthworm such as yourself might not feel himself in tune with the spotlight but I in fact have to live there." She said it as if she was the queen of Paris, she was kicked out of her last apartment for rude mouth behavior and she seemed as to not learn her lesson.
This amused the slug quite generously, any way he could see himself as a better life than her was a way for him to get his jollies, it's why he thought the relationship was incompatible and he stayed an arms distance away from any fooling around that might be waiting for him in the future. They sat and drank and talked about whatever was coming to their minds, it was a fruitful discovery that they could keep each other entertained for longer than their animal minds could doze off to. It came to both of their attention that the conversation was now not as weird as before, she leaned in for a kiss and he backed away, he wasn't ready for such pleasantries on the first date, if this was a date. "What's wrong?" She asked, "Did I do something appalling to your earthworm descendants? Can I not love you here in my home?" He started to freak out and think of random excuses, "I haven't brushed my teeth, my clothes are stinky, I need to take a shower, I pet a cat that might have had mange, I'm a freak, you don't want me anywhere near you." She looked confused, "Suit yourself but I'm trying to drink here, where's the fun if I can't kiss anybody? I am going to lock the door on you if you don't at least take a shower and brush your teeth!" He looked freaked out, like a bomb had gone off on his person somewhere this writer doesn't feel the need to freak out about right now. He needed a place to stay and didn't want to risk doing anything shady so he came up with a plan, he would say he was gay instead and leave it there.
She came to the conclusion that he was not actually gay and badmouthed him off into the background. Stupidly, he folded and said he was not gay but in fact looking for a place to rest and felt bad about taking advantage of her. "Oh but to love is not to take advantage of me, you just need to see it in your heart that we're here for each other." He thought about that long and hard and felt himself sprung to the realization that he shouldn't lie any further, he should tell her how he feels about her instead, "Listen, you are a great bird but I feel myself pulling further down into a hole every time I'm near you, this is not the romantic relationship you want and I think it would be best to worm around other possibilities for the future." She looked shocked at him, she had the future planned out in her head, so why wasn't it coming into fruition? She thought about the college she attended for 3 months and couldn't keep up with a specific boy in her class. He would shout at her, "leave me alone!" Every time she tried to hug him into submission and kiss him under the clouds. She had enough with all this frivolous love nonsense and the earthworm was what put her over the edge, she listed every problem she had with him, "Your stance is weak, your shoulders are shabby, you look like a mollusk, and I have a hard time breathing in a world with you in it. Go take a shower if you're planning on staying here but know this, I can't sleep alone so you will be keeping me company tonight." He had enough with her insolent ways, "I will take a shower gratefully but I cannot sleep with someone I don't know." She acted displeased, "Just take the time to get to know me the way you should get to know me, as intimate friends should and not some hacky preteen way that you have been so amused by in our past." "Muriel, I'm going to be sick if you continue the way you're going with this, you're really off on your timing. You need help if you have to have a man in your room every night to be able to fall asleep, that is a disaster zone I don't want to touch." She looked touched in a bad way, "Listen here you earthworm, I am not a slut, I just wished to procure you in any way imaginable. I don't really need a man to sleep with me every night, that was just a line I would use to get you into my chambers." He gave a great sigh, "If that's how you put it, I still can't see a way to see my way in bed with you, I need to…"
He stopped, the words were too embarrassing for him to say. "What don't tell me you've never done it before," she asked menacingly. He blushed, "Well that too, but I want romance before I fall for someone like that." She shot out from her chair, "Is this not romantic enough for you! What are you some kind of American dog that needs to be wined and dined before he can even feel acceptable to a person? This is Paris, friend, we have romance in the air already! It's already a preconceived notion for everyone living here that you should be so petty in your ways as to not see it shocks me! For it is you to come in here and assume that you can stay for free after fucking up my taxes is an honest fluke good sir, I demand payment for your stay here, I demand freedom from your cruel ways, and I demand justice for what you have done here! I know just what you are earthworm, you are a lying mollusk with no self control! You haven't a brain to control you and all you do is seek shelter from people who would rather have you in their stomach than as a friend to care for whatsoever! You are such an earthworm to do earthworm things and such!" He couldn't take it anymore, he spoke out, "Any woman who would shout at the top of her lungs about a man that wasn't interested in them is surely so much of a basket case it's as if you still live in the nest you were born in!" There was a loud thwack on the floor as a broomstick hit with an angry neighbor silencing them.
They couldn't calm down, they just continued their exchange whisper shouting. "You are such an indomitable spirit that can't be contained within the certain leaps and bounds of society that plagues you so heavily as to make amends with someone you didn't want to make amends with in the first place, you lied your way in here and your apology was ill prepared as to be so negative in fact that it reveals who you are on a greater level. You are a man that wants to be so forgotten that you might as well take a knife and end your own life!" He laughed hard and continued, "You are so laughable as to assume that I am here strictly for a place to stay when really I saw your company permissible which I don't see very often, you are a talented actor in the ways of seducing men when there is nothing seductive about you. You merely rush in and hope for the best like Pepe le Pew. You are so daft in your endeavors to find a man that you go after ones that don't even like you in the first place, you should be ashamed of yourself!" "You may not make a mockery out of me comparing to cartoon characters! I have been on this earth longer, 'human', and I will stay here far longer than you because you will rip out your own heart in disgust at what waits for you in your stay here!" "And what is that?" He asked, "You will be a weak disgusting man that will crawl his way through life not holding what is truly dear here, an artists purpose, a true knack for adventure, and a lifetime of glory waiting for those of us who don't want to get by on the bare minimum!" His heart sang out, she was right, and he wanted her to know that, "You are very right, but you have to take into account what is waiting for you in the future. You will be shot down by predators that wish to violate you further than you already have done to yourself. You might fly high now, but you will be cast out by people who don't want to hear it from you, even if you believe you are important, nobody thinks you are important, even if you get away with it in this town, that's all you're doing, getting away with bad behavior. When your looks fade and everything is taken away from you, you shall be remembered as a mocker and be mocked the same." She laughed, "How would it feel if you were wrong here? That people do like me because I mock them? Because I say what's on my mind? I will be respected and not cast out for such a frivolous reason as people's emotions, and if I am well so be it, they are weak flesh that does not deserve the body they are living in if they can't even take criticism without taking it out on a mad old lady. I will keep my form and stay as a beautiful peacock because that's who I am, it is ingrained in me and I will never lose it to a man like you or anybody in this town!" He saw her point and backed off a little, he was a man who knew when he was wrong and when he was right, this was not the latter I'm afraid, this was an awakening for him.
Had his whole life been a sham? Had everything been taken away from him by that bird he so effortlessly thought was a nuisance to him? She could be the one to free him from this mess if he only had better eyes on what she entailed. She mouthed off more specifically, "You are a no good bother to me and my family of peacocks that so graciously pick you out of where you are hiding and make me sick to my stomach every time I try and feast upon your majesty, you are so lunatic in denial that you might even find yourself in the deep recesses where you decide. Are those bed bugs off the hook? Or were you mocked by them and told to get lost like the creep you are? It's the right time to make amends but only for someone as hopeless and dramatic as you as to say, 'I need her to be something more than a nuisance and a bother,' you want so much from me in fact that I'm dying to take you under the covers and prove to you what an animal means to be living in this society." He mustered up the courage to say it, "You are so blocked by your passion for deniability here that you are so agape in your ways to seduce and blast off into the upper atmosphere that it's a card in your ruthless escape from mankind in general. You have been loosely based on a cartoon character before you even realize what your stay here is, we are not meant to bow down to our creators rashness and harsh judgement but come into ourselves that we are both creatures and man and must hold full heartedly that we must take us down a notch and do what we came here to do which is to fire our beaks in the air and say, 'I'm here and I'm doing my best to stay above ground,' it is the way you mock me with your tone that makes me so sick to my stomach when I know you aren't the best life here on this desolate wasteland of a planet such as ours." She had enough with his frivolous gaze and made her way to the couch to sit off to the side of him.
Their musky perfume wafted through the air, it was like a French restaurant of aromas that made me think, "I should have saw this coming much sooner," they kissed and shared a moment that to them would have sparked the end of the world if they were still in their primitive forms. They laid down together and kissed frequently, only breathing for air in the hurry of their passionate love letter to each other. Their kissing sparked doubts of whether he should be here in the first place and her doubt if this man was ready for what she had in mind. It's so cool to be with them this morning but this author thinks it's best to let them rest until tomorrow evening, when the time gets away from them further and they were wrapping their arms around their legs, praying they would never lose the sight of each other. Each one of them told a terrific story of the past, he laughed hard when he heard how the canopy had been broken, it's a terrific love song to a bad moment in a man's hungry hippopotamus look alike of a heart such as the one who deserted her. He couldn't feel that urge inside of himself anymore, they had snacked on licorice and toffee to their eyes content and it was getting so stuffy in there from smoking down rich cannabis that they decided to press play on a way out of the room they were staying at. It rushed to him that he didn't even sleep throughout the entire night, it was all talking and passionate love making that he'd never experienced before. The fact that his first time belonged to a peacock gave him immense joy that his if his brothers in arms were to see them now they would be as mortified as they were pleased by him that night. She saw it as another night that wouldn't be forgotten, she hadn't gotten past him yet and it would be tomfoolery to kick out a man such as him for foolish reasons like he hasn't got his bed bugs out of his clothes yet. She seemed to honor him in a way that peacocks deemed wrong on so many levels, if her brothers and sisters would know they would be shocked at what had happened here and deem him unworthy for further encounters. Not her though, she would keep him around like a scent of a perfume she can't live without and so their troubles stopped there. A pleasant sight would be to find what she was looking for that night was respite in him, when she found it she was merry to the point she couldn't help but gasp when he told her she looked like the queen of Paris. He would be gentle enough for his words to be heard but hard enough for his presence to be known surely and guide his eyes to a particular hair dress she put on in the morning and let it go in the evening. He was so elegant around her he felt like the prince of Spain, she made herself known to his senses and he wouldn't look away not once in his stay with her. The incense grew in their room and it was a powerful odor, so they grabbed their coats and headed out to the movie theatre. The theater was pitch dark, perfect for them to reach out and tether themselves to each other's tired hands. Fast forward to after the movie and they were slave tired, they needed an arm and a leg from anyone foolish enough to help them. They roamed the halls exchanging fancies until she got to her door, opened it wide enough to get in and told him to get inside and undressed. Let it remain in the dark what happened to them that day and night.