82 Vol. 2 pt. 19 Patch 4.0: The First Round (2/2)
”Then,” Oleander pauses to sink his hands into Corwin's pants, ”let's have some fun before the tournament starts. We don't know when we're going to be able to do this again.”
”I'm sure we will have time to in only a few hours! It is not as if we are leaving one another.”
”If you want me to stop, all you have to say is 'stop,'” Oleander looks up at Corwin's face with a smug grin.
Corwin doesn't tell him to stop.
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Rock is in the middle of a stare down with one of the stray cats that has been visiting The Shoebill to taunt her on a daily basis. Rock knows that she's not allowed off of the ship right now, and the cat picks up on this by the fact that Rock doesn't even try chasing him away.
The cat rolls onto his back and kicks his paws up in the air.
Rock barks.
When the cat notices that Rock is missing one of her back paws, he goes and licks his own paw that she's missing while making eye contact with Rock the entire time.
Rock starts whining.
The cat even lifts one paw up to scratch its ear as if mocking Rock for now missing half of one of hers.
Rock whines even more.
Eventually, the cat ends its teasing of Rock and leaves.
Rock heads back over to the ship's mast to curl up against it. Only, as soon as she gets comfortable against it, she hears a familiar meowing.
She jumps back up, stumbling at first since she still isn't used to missing a paw, and runs over to gangplank! Yet, rather than see a cat, she sees a couple of small rocks left for her.
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”I swear my throat would be killing me if I had to talk like that all the time in real life, Rachel,” Blackstache says as he sprawls out on the couch in his office.
The Lightning Witch, Rachel, pinches him by his ear and yanks him off of his couch!
”What the hell was that for?!” he shouts at her.
”You are not going to take a nap right now. You are expected to watch the tournament, and then you have plenty of paperwork to go through,” Rachel explains, patting two stacks of piled up papers on his wooden desk.
”This is a game! I just wanted to be a bard for a pirate crew! Why am I stuck having to do so much paperwork?”
”Because you went and became somebody important. You have nobody to blame but yourself.”
”I should just start over with a new character,” Blackstache groans.
”Do so and I will ensure that you cook your own food, do your own laundry, and shop for your own food.”
Blackstache gulps. ”Wh-when you put it that way…”
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”What do you think I should do, Saya?” Ryouta asks as his consciousness is transferred into Fenrir's body.
”I 'dunno, Onii-chan. I couldn't tell you even if I did know,” Saya answers. ”But you can't be going around being a sore loser just because you've lost for the first time in… huh, looking through your memories, is this seriously the first time you've ever lost?”
”If you don't count suicides or times where I purposely died, yeah,” Fenrir answers.
”Woah! No wonder why you're such a sore loser, you have no idea how to lose!”
”I feel like that's an insult and a compliment at the same time.”
”Mostly an insult, Onii-chan.”
”Yeah, I figured.”
”Anyways! Cheer up! Serra Berra and Cass Cass aren't going to be very happy if you're still all mopey around them. Plus I already know you regret not enjoying the seafood festival with them. Gosh, seafood is so rare in real life, and then you go and skip a free festival for it just to be some mopey baka!”
”You're right. I'll just have to make my own seafood festival to enjoy with them.”
”With blackjack and hookers?”
”With sweaters and hentai.”
”Gross, Onii-chan.”
”I know. Anyways, I'm ready to immerse now. The Soaring Wolves and The Shoebill have got a first round to win.”
”Are you going to continue being mopey and grumpy? Oh, and should I schedule an appointment to have your hand looked at? It probably wasn't a smart idea to punch your wall, Onii-chan. You didn't even dent it…”
”Sh-shut up. I was angry, and… I'm pretty sure I didn't break anything, so my hand should be fine.”
”If you say so, Onii-chan! Good luck in the tournament!” Saya cheers him on before leaning across their usual table and placing a kiss on his cheek.
”Since when are you so affectionate?” Fenrir asks, but rather than get an answer, he is transported into the world of Fantasy Tales Online once more.
It is time for the tournament to officially begin.