《My Little Abomination》Chapter 7: Accidentally Marrying Someone Ain't Funny
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Ummm, do I also have to name it?
this "male" dviqr already has a name and a background on human culture. his name is 60006 4134312 morgana.
That sounds weird... So, he has a girl's name?
the name is pronounced as exmureimsis shiimishimiini morgana. The first one is father's name while the middle is the name given by both parents and the last one is his mother's.
You know quite a lot for an abomination care guide...
ah you have to call him with his own name or else some cultural issues will happen... his species is quite sensitive about culture
"Ehhhh... I have to call him Shiimishimiini? That sounds quite mouthful of you include the accent..."
WHOA you already know how to say the words in maybe dviqri accent! you must be a genius or something
"Ummm, is it alright for me to call you Shimini?"
I asked the little raindoll playing some kind of rock-paper-scissor with Ena.
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But he just ran behind her again.
Did I do something wrong again?
I looked at MLA for something.
giving nicknames on dviqri culture counted as a proposal
... Shit...
"I didn't mean it like that, I mean it's too long to say Shiimishimiini so, I kinda gave you a pet name."
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Shimini quickly went shook his head as if it's okay for me to marry him. Sorry, I'm not into guys...
he understood by the way... - is positive and / is negative while | is unsure
That's great. I was kinda convinced that this chapter will turn out like what the title says.
I looked at Shimini and Ena as they seem to resume their game.
It seems that their game involves pointing their left arm or tentacle for Ena to determine something in this some kind of chance game.
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The reason I know who won was the reactions. Both were quite kinetic in their expression.
Ena bobbed joyfully before I looked at MLA again as another interesting question popped up in my head.
Why does Shimini cosplays as a ghost?
dunno
Oh that's a personal info huh... Maybe he likes human Halloweens? Now, that sounds cute. It would really help me if I know how to talk to them without your magical translation thing.
well, there arent any other trainers that talk to their abominations... I think youre pretty crazy that even without filter lens youre interacting with them.
Why would they not do it though?
eldritch abomination cannot be understood by humans... learning the language turns anybody insane and simply looking at some of them loosens quite the number of screws
Huh? I'm fine though, I don't even feel like killing anybody in cold blood.
tbh youre not... the first day you summoned Ena you didnt feel anything for your neighbors! as a human you shouldve felt fear for your wellbeing and what the fuck is wrong with you watching two abominations play in your storeroom? you should let them play on your living room!
So, you're not gonna teach me?
ill still teach you im just saying a disclaimer that im not liable for any damage to your psyche
Cool! But for now, let's head for the living room. It's better to study in a bright place.
"Hey, you two! Let's go upstairs, it's too dark and messy here."
i could just upload the data as you sleep tonight. after all, im enchanted with vorpal blade thaumaturgy!
Just improve your grammar, it's kinda hard to read you as it is.
but you can read me just fine!
Can I burn you?
Please dont, sir.
You forgot the '...
Forgive me! I didn't mean to do it! I'm telling the truth!!!
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Darkwalker
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8 124A Warrior's Love (BL)
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8 182The Paths of Magick
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8 282Six Pack
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8 215Rain Bow Veins By Bokuroo
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