300 Vol. 5 pt. 8 Patch 1.0: Forming Alliances (1/2)
”My name is Corwin Hale. It is a pleasure to meet all of you,” Corwin says, trying to be just as polite as Nell was by bowing and everything.
He even manages to come off just as feminine as her despite clearly being a man.
Fenrir fears for Corwin when he catches Marija licking her lips while looking at him. It is clear that her strike zone includes men and women alike as long as they are polite, feminine, and either look like princesses or princes who want to be treated like princesses.
Next is Rainbow Afro. Though, as soon as he opens his lips to introduce himself, Marija is quick to speak up and say, ”That should do it for introductions.”
”Ouch,” King Cat says. ”You really hate his accent, don't you?”
”It isn't cute at all.”
”You know, for somebody who loves to hang skeletons all over the place, you sure do love cute things. Kinda contradictory, don't you think?”
”How is that contradictory? Skeletons are cute. You should see the charm I have on my phone.”
”Come on, don't get started on this in front of everybody. You're supposed to be some sort of tough chieftess lady, not a goth squealing over skeletons.”
”You just reminded me. I got tickets for a concert but won't be able to make it. Want them?”
”Are they some goth metal band like the last one with tons of screaming?”
”Yes.”
”I guess I'll drop by and take them off you for my sis. I—”
”Maybe some otha time?” Rainbow Afro interrupts.
King Cat and Marija clear their throats before leaning back in their seats to try and get back on topic. ”Sorry about that,” she says.
”It's alright. I'm guessing you two are friends in real life?” Fenrir asks.
”Coworkers.”
”And friends,” King Cat says.
”But mainly coworkers.”
”You never want to just admit it, you stubborn woman.”
”You always want to be too personal, you insubordinate cat-lover.”
Rainbow Afro forces out a cough, ending the friends' back-and-forth once more.
King Cat is the one to apologize this time. ”Sorry about that.”
”Let's get to the point before we get distracted again,” Marija proposes. ”You believe that an army is going to attack?”
”I'm willing to bet that it will, but right now, all I can say for a fact is that an army exists,” Fenrir explains.
”And you agree with him?” she asks King Cat.
”That I do,” he answers. ”Call it a gut feeling. Or something else. Either way, I can just tell that something big is going to happen. Call it a cat's instincts.”
”Why don't you get some cat ears and a tail like the dog over there if you're so obsessed with cats?”
”Because. Those look better on girls than guys.”
”You could always become a girl.”
”Not after what you put me through the last time.”