Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the one with hidden depths.
Gingko represented too many uncomfortable truths, so Jacques labeled him Tsumiko’s ‘beastie bestie’ and pretended the gardener didn’t exist.
“Hey, you … Smith.”
The half-fox, who cradled a drooling baby, seemed amused. “You really want me to call you Smythe? Dad’s only doing that to annoy you.”
He drew himself up. “It’s my name.”
“I thought your name was Zzhahk,” he said, giving the ‘j’ a playful buzz.
“Are you mocking me?”
“Depends.” Fox ears quivered. “Are you mocking Dad in that get-up?”
“Wait.” Jacques blinked. “You speak English?”
Gingko snorted. “Surprise. Guess you can call me beastie bestie-sensei.”
Posted: October 6, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Six: Drooling
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.