12 Vol 1. pt. 12 Patch 3.0: To the City of Pirates! (1/2)
With the short break over and the party's stomachs full of crab, they continue onward. Fenrir carries the crab-claw-turned-bag with him. He's still upset that he broke his spear so quickly, but he knew that it likely wouldn't last long. It was just a random stick with a sharp stone tied to it, after all. He's sure that he can make another one if he really needs to. More importantly, he still has his rock. Nobody is going to take his rock.
He thinks of a name for the rock. What would be a good name for a pet rock? Charles? Hubert? Rocky McRockface? The Rock?
”Guys, I'm going to keep on thinking of really stupid things if nobody comes up with something to talk about,” Fenrir says to the group.
”Like what?” Oleander asks.
”I'm thinking of names for my rock.”
”Yeah, that's pretty stupid, Fenny.”
”I told you.”
”How about Rocky McRockface?”
”Already thought of that.”
”The Rockster?”
”That's a good one, but too flashy.”
”Rock Hard?”
”I know what you want to add on to the end of that.”
”Peter.”
”Nah.”
”Rockington!”
”I like that one, but I don't know.”
”Why do you care about that rock so much anyways?”
”It's a good rock.”
”You're dumb, Fenny.”
”You're the one that puts up with me. You could just be like Bone there and silently judge me.”
Bonekraka grunts.
”That's not as fun!” Oleander says. ”Hey, do you have a good name for a pet rock?” he asks Serra.
She taps a finger against her chin. A pet rock name? She's never tried thinking of anything like that before. ”Rocky Stoneboa?” she proposes.
”What's that a reference to?” Oleander asks. Serra looks away in embarrassment.
”I'm with Olly here. I think I might just name it Rock,” Fenrir says.
”Then what was the point in trying to help you?!” Oleander shouts and pouts, kicking sand at Fenrir.
”I never asked for help,” Fenrir replies, thus earning himself another kick of sand directed at him.
Fenrir, Oleander, and Serra all break the play to crack up. Fenrir and Oleander are particularly happy that they've found somebody new to play along in their skits. Bonekraka groans.
”What other games do you play?” Oleander asks, looking back at Serra whom is still staying near Fenrir.
”I guess… I play a lot of classics. Mainly horror. I really – I really like a lot of the old school horror games,” Serra answers. ”I like the ones where you can't really fight back and just… have to hide and sneak.”
Oleander shudders, holding his sides. ”No way, I can't handle games like that. Don't even get me started on bugs! I saw this video online once of a naked guy and a bunch of—”
”Don't, Olly. Nobody needs to know about what screwed up videos you watch in your free time,” Fenrir interjects.
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”It's not like I wanted to watch it! Some guy posted a link to it and everybody was commenting on it, so I got curious! I should have trusted the commenters…”
”We both know you just wanted to watch it because there was a naked guy in it.”
”That's… only partially true! He didn't look half bad, okay? A girl has her needs.”
”You're not a girl.”
”I may have a penis, but it is a very feminine one!”
”Alright, this is going from funny to TMI. How'd we even get talking about this anyways?”
”I asked Serra what other games she plays, and she said horror, so that made me think of bugs.”
”I thought we were talking about your dick? How did bugs get to—”
”Oh, so you do want to talk about it? Sure thing, Fenny!”
Fenrir facepalms as Serra giggles beside him.
”Kill me,” Bonekraka grunts from the front of the group. ”Need new friends.”
”We all know you'd be lonely without us, Boney,” Oleander teases.
A new back and forth is started between Oleander and Bonekraka.
The group comes across a few more couples of crabs, and each one is mercilessly slain by the adventuring party. Oleander and Bonekraka want the experience and skills from killing them. Fenrir just helps out so that neither of them dies and get their progress reset. Serra watches from the back and mentally cheers them on – well, mentally cheers Fenrir on.
Fenrir thinks of a new question for Saya as they continue walking along the beach. ”Hey, Saya. What happens when we log out?” he asks Saya in his thoughts.
”It depends, Onii-chan! If you go to sleep, depending on how comfortable you are on what you're sleeping on, you get a rested bonus. If you just randomly log out then you'll be standing around doing nothing,” Saya explains.
”So our bodies don't despawn?”
”Right!”