A Conversation (Part 3)

You’re a little faggot sometimes you know that” he said with a smirk, “You even smile like a faggot too! Stop smiling faggot!!” A knowing twinkle reflected in his eyes.
    “Shut the fuck up you Oedipus!”
    “Oh hi-yo smart - educated fucker, using mighty big words and really old references. What does that remind me of … ? Oh yeah! That you are a little faggot!” the smile widened, the master teaser knows when he is playing the game right, laying down the foundation.
    “I’m a proud faggot. The most wonderfully faggoty faggot you will ever meet, the queen of faggots you could say!”
    “A natural rebuttal my dear queen faggot, a natural rebuttal.” He was letting my off easy today, how sweet. “Anyways ma-, opps, I mean queen faggot, how is life treating you? Gotten laid recently? Get the wick wet?! Feed some ducks?”
    “Oh of course not my Oedipus-like friend, I’ve been busy with this and that. You know how it goes.”
    “I do, I do. Sucking a lot of cock eh?”
    “You could say that” I responded with a chuckle, “You could say that.”
    “I’m not surprised, not one bit.”
    “I know you’re not. So how is the miss’s?”
    “The miss’s is missed but that is to be expected. When they leave the kitchen the natural habitat of the home is thrown into disarray as could be expected” We both chucked yet only one of us laughed.
    “I hear you man, a huge void is felt . So what brought you to my part of the world? It is a long ways away from your quiet life back home.”
    “I needed some help I guess man, queen faggot, and I need some advice.”
    “Advice from me!? Now that is something to behold, you, the great dragon slayer is asking for MY advice, why, I must put this down on tape or no soul will believe me!”
    “hohahahaha” he laughed without mirth “Oh how funny. You know why, I think you’re smart, you give good advice, it ain’t your fault people are so bad at taking or following advice. be forgiving you faggot.” He loved the word, he spit it out with a venom so grotesque it felt endearing. Perhaps it was.
    “Okay, so what do you need advice on?” He kept smiling.
    “Well let me at least wine and dine you before I take part in your services.”
    “Fine fine, where do you want to go eat?”
    “I thought you would make me something to eat, you where already cooking from what I can see.” The smile creeped deep into his eyes, his very soul.
    “Very well my dear friend.”
    “So what are you making by the way?”
    “I am making a mediterranean salad with orzo, and I believe I will also be making risotto, so a lot of carbs, you’ll like it.”
    “Sounds kinda faggoty to me, but it also sounds really good. How long till it is done?”
    “However long it’ll take for you to bring me up to speed and to dispense my advice.”
    “Perfect.”