267 Vol. 4 pt. 70 Patch 12.0 (1/2)
”You know she's going to hate us for giving away all those coins for some rockets, right, bro?” Rao asks Fenrir.
”It'll be worth it. I hope,” Fenrir answers as they both carry a couple of wooden crates in their arms.
”What are we going to do about drinks?”
”There're some places here that sell alcohol, so we can pick up the drinks there.”
”Yeah, but how are we going to afford them? We don't have anything to trade now.”
Fenrir takes Rod off of his side and extends him into his full-sized form. ”By fishing. They said we can trade fish for goods, so that's what we're going to do.”
”Oh. Is that why you put one of the rods in the wagon?”
”Exactly. We'll drop these crates off at the wagon, check to see how much fish we'd have to catch for some bottles of the good stuff, and then we'll fish and hopefully catch enough to trade.”
”Damn, this place is pretty nice now that I think about it. If you don't have enough money, all you have to do is go fish for a couple of hours.”
”I know! Isn't it great?” Fenrir asks, his tail wagging behind him as his ears twitch.
”Hey, bro, I'm curious.”
”About what?”
”You.”
”Oh. Well… what about me?”
”Are you like… one of those furri—”
”No,” Fenrir is quick to say, his voice stern as his tail and ears both fall still.
”But you've got ears and a tail. Doesn't that make you a—”
”No.”
”How?”
”Rao,” Fenrir says, putting the crates down to grab Rao by his shoulders and to look him in his eyes, ”there is much I have to teach you.”
”I'm not sure I want to be taught about furrie—”
”Shhh, shhh,” Fenrir says, putting one of his fingers over Rao's lips which gets a very confused and concerned reaction from Rao. ”It's alright. I'll teach you.”
After taking the crates back to the wagons and checking on the first liquor shop that they could find that would accept fresh fish as payment, Fenrir and Rao are outside of the town's walls with fishing rods in hand and standing on the beach.
”Why don't we just fish from the docks in the town?” Rao asks.
”Because. The water there is surrounded by walls and it's busy there. How many fish do you think are actually going to be in there?” Fenrir asks. ”More importantly, we need to teach you about trash.”
”About… trash?”
”Yes. I am trash and I know it, and now I am going to teach you about trash. First,” Fenrir pauses to cast his line, ”there is a difference between trash and degenerates. I am trash. Furries are degenerates.”
”Sounds the same to me, bro,” Rao says before casting his own line out.
”Alright. First off, when it comes to furries, there is a scale going from one to five. One is where I'm at. I have animal ears and a tail, but that's it.”
”Yeah, but you get furry arms and legs whenever you're fighting, don't you?”
”That only puts me at like a one-point-five. Anyways, what I am is a kemonomimi. You like, like in anime. Catgirls and all that.”
”Aren't catgirls basically just furries for people who deny being furries?”
Fenrir's grasp on Rod tightens as his eyebrow twitches. ”No. Kemonomimis are for people who like humans, but also like the animal ears and tails because they find them cute or exotic. Or, because the girls will also display some characteristics from their related animal. Like… a catgirl might be kind of tsundere-ish, or a dog girl—the best kind of girl—might be super loyal and loving and playful.”
”Uh-huh.”