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 who is usually the life of the party.
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Grumpy Goat
Jacques next texted Ginkgo. Predictably, Nonny answered with a glaring selfie. Jacques wasn’t sure if the goat-crosser had been designated Ginkgo’s secretary or if he’d simply picked the fox’s pocket.
You missed Christmas!!!
I’m sure you managed without me
Idiot
I mean YOU missed Christmas
You *like* parties
Argent’s a scrooge for making you work
Jacques couldn’t think of a single glib thing to say. So he told the truth.
Christmas is too depressing
I ran away
Are you stupid?
Yes
Get home
You have a gift and everything
Moi?
Hey, nonny, nonny?
Wut
Is it from you?
Yes
Ass
Posted: May 13, 2021
Prompt: Runaway, suggested by bella_ami
Words: 100
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. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.
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… and because I can, here’s a reminder of what Nonny looks like:

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🤣🤣 Grumpy but still sweet! Get home Jacques. You are missed!
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Oh Nonny looks like he is at story time! I love it does this mean we will see Jacques and the other children? BTW I would love yo have this picture! I love your stories and the art work!
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I hope Nonny will gift Jacques neither „wut“ nor „german angst“. Indeed I like Nonny. He is „candor“, nobody can control him (no prey😂) and he loves Jacques without limits. Each time I read about those two, I am thinking „father and son“.
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