161 Vol. 3 pt. 31 Patch 6.0: A Royal Meal (1/2)
Fenrir encounters a problem after the group is done eating their crab and fish.
What do they do with the trash?
It's just a game, and if corpses deteriorate into being skeletons within forty-eight in-game hours, then it should be okay to leave trash around on the beach, right? Fenrir would feel guilty about that given what he has heard of how humans treated beaches in the earlier part of the century, but now he may be doing the exact same thing as them.
He's never even littered in real life before. But, it's not like there are trash cans around or anything, and they can't just load up The Shoebill with endless amounts of trash until they eventually find a way to dispose of it all.
Everybody else has tossed their legs of crab and fish bones off to the side. Well, except for Nyaiko. In true cat fashion, she has one fish skeleton that she's using like a toothpick and is hanging out of her mouth.
Reluctantly, Fenrir tosses his scraps onto the sand and just hopes that they despawn soon. He never thought that he'd be worried about being environmentally conscious inside of a video game, but with just how realistic Fantasy Tales Online is, the idea of littering makes him feel just as guilty in-game as it does in real life.
Even so, he still ends up looking down at what he tossed away with guilty eyes.
”Why are you staring at that?” Cassiel asks him. ”You've been looking at those scraps as much as you look at us, you bastard. Don't tell me that bones turn you on now.”
”I – I just feel bad about littering,” Fenrir explains.
Everybody looks at him. Whereas Cassiel and Oleander are looking at him in disbelief that he would be concerned about something like that inside of this game, the rest are trying not to audibly ”aww” from his words. However, just because they are silent does not mean that Fenrir can't feel the ”awws” coming from their eyes which causes him to feel flustered.
He knows that he's being pretty silly, but it's still how he honestly feels.
”That's what happens when you look like a dog. You get all worked up over bones,” Cassiel teases.
”Shu-shut up. You're the one who likes bones, Cass Cass,” Fenrir says back to her, immediately causing her to blush and start calling him a bastard.
After their short exchange ends, everybody gets up and gathers their things.
”Think we should put the fire out?” Fenrir asks.
”I don't think it matters, Fenny,” Oleander says.
”Well, as long as it doesn't spread or anything like that.”
”Fenny, it's on a beach with water on one side, a bunch of wet grass on the other side, and nothing flammable around it. Where's it going to spread to?”
”You – you never know.”
”You're really worried about this sort of stuff, aren't you?”
”I mean, it could always get windy and blow some embers or something onto the grass over there.”
”Fenny.”
”What?”
”You worry too much.”
”It's taken you this long to notice?”
”I just forgot. It's been a while. I still remember that one time you wanted to go and kill some guy for emptying all of his inventory all over a road.”
”In my defense, we were in a city, literally the entire path was full of random, worthless items, and the guy was acting super annoying in the chat.”
”And then we hunted him down and killed him over and over until he ragequit!”
”The good old days.”