254 Vol. 4 pt. 57 Patch 10.0 (1/2)
”By the way, Azawaza,” Fenrir says.
”Is – is that really my nickname now?” Azalabulia asks.
”Yep. Anyways, by the way, I'm winning our next duel.”
”Heh, I'd like to see you try! You'll never be able to defeat me! Not even in a million years! Not even after the heat death of the universe!”
”To be fair, I don't think anything is going to happen after the heat death of the universe. I mean, it's kind of the death of the universeand all that. I'd be really surprised if anything could happen after that.”
”You – you get my point. Besides! Not even the heat death of the universe could dream of stopping me!”
”You may have a point. How could the heat death of the universe ever compete with the great and awesome Azawaza?”
”Exactly! Even if the universe itself comes against me, I will destroy it and anything else that wishes to stand in my way!”
”Can the universe even stand?” Right after saying that, Fenrir realizes the potential to make one of the best possible references that he could make in this situation. ”The universe is my stand!”
”E-eh? It's your 'stand?'” Azalabulia asks, breaking character out of confusion.
”I'm guessing you're not good with memes.”
”I – I don't really understand memes that much.”
”Don't worry, Azawaza. I'll teach you to be a queen of memes, and then you can relate to your students better.”
”But—”
”There are explosion and darkness memes.”
Fenrir hears a muffled, excited squeak come from Azalabulia's closed mouth.
She likes her explosions and darkness to an unhealthy degree, but that's part of what makes her so cute.
”By the way… where do you live?” Fenrir asks.
”E-eh? Don't – don't you know you're never supposed to tell people on the internet something like that?” Azalabulia asks, sounding genuinely shocked that he'd actually ask such a risky question!
”You know we're dating now, right?”
”A-ah… right.”
”So… where do you live?”
”Alaska!”
”Seriously?”
”Y-yeah. Is that weird?”
”If you live in Alaska, do you own lots of sweaters and other winter clothes?”
”Umm, not any sweaters, but—”
Fenrir sighs a sigh of disappointment.
”You – you really do love sweaters, don't you?”
”Sweaters represent everything that is right in this world. Without sweaters, there is no light, there is no point in living, and the world may as well be devoid of all color and emotion! They're even better than dark explosions!”
”Never! There is nothing that can compare to the awesome power of dark explosions! Sweaters would get blown away and burnt to crisps!”
”Wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! Sweaters are naturally powerful enough to resist all manners of explosions! A sweater's spirit is powerful enough to resist even a supernova or black hole!”
”A sweater may be able to resist such child's play, but explosions can destroy those!”
As Fenrir and Azalabulia get into an argument of sweaters versuses explosions, their girlfriends, still watching from the bushes, sigh and realize that they should have expected something like this to happen.
”We should have known this would happen. They're both huge dorks when they're not being awkward around each other,” Cassiel says. ”I swear… even though I always wear sweaters for him, he just doesn't get tired of them.”
”He does have quite the powerful fetish for sweaters! I am surprised that we are not 'The Sweater Wolves' rather than 'The Soaring Wolves!' Truth be told, the former does sound much cuter,” Nell says.
”I wanted to watch them fuck,” Serra says, sounding just as disappointed as Fenrir did when Azalabulia revealed her lack of sweaters to him.
”We'd go away if they were doing that,” Cassiel says.