Basking in the afterglow of the 'date' (Vylara refused to accept this as a date– I mean, I ain't even dating that pipsqueak anyway!– A certain disgruntled elf who is still single– ACKKK!). Feet light from giddiness, Nastuki floated through the floors, much to the confusion of Scaramond, who came out of his room dishevelled (what, already forgot about him? Poor guy was trying to find, for the last couple of chapters, why on Aeronia the dang tablet was not working). "What's gotten you floating down the hallway this late at night...?"
Snapped from his memoria, Natsuki looked at the rude person who kicked him out of his marriage with- no, scratch that, just a...' reminiscence', about today with Vylara. Though it ached his heart seeing how the rude mechaman kicked him out of his happy future (not that it will occur, mind you...), seeing him all filthy and sloppy (Natsuki swore he thought he saw rust near his eyes), Natsuki couldn't help but feel worried about his Initiator (yes, that's what we'll call him from now on, the guy who slammed a poor young man through their fenders- a certain author who wants a successful book). "Brother, what happened...?"
Smashing the urge to smack his head into the wall, Scaramond roughly scratched his head, pissed beyond belief. 'This dang detector keeps on telling me that we have souls here, but every time we go and try to collect any, they inexplicably disappear! How!? How!?"
Watching him grow more and more manic, Natsuki realised that it may not be good for him to stay long with the raging mechanic. "O-okay bro, you try to work things out with the old man, and I'll go and sleep for now. Okay...?"
Leaving the (slightly) rampaging man, Natsuki headed back to his room, confused at what the eck was going on here. Man, first mission and I have to deal with 'Area 51' level shit already? Give me a break, world-
"Mister g-guest, could you please come outside? We have some people who says they know you and want to meet with you...?"
Hiding down the stairs, a young boy with blonde curly hair was seen peeking from the side, visibly scared, seeing how a certain mechanical monkey was rampaging in the corridor before him. "Thanks. Say, take 5 Toks (yes, that's what their currency is) as a tip. Oh, and don't worry about that scary grey man over there; he's just mad that somebody broke his favourite...weapon. Yes his favourite weapon..."
Though still unconvinced, the bellboy nevertheless hastily made his way down, keeping his eyes glued upon the rampaging Scaramond.
Hmm, who could call me at this hour of the night...?
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"Hey, hey, hey! It's the man with a plan- ACKKK!"
Choking on a long Chicky leg, Mikano was given the old Heimlich Manoeuvre (not quite called this here, but you get what I mean...) by none other than Duval, who, for every second he spent trying to unclog a certain greedy girl's gullet, had his face burning red in sheer embarrassment at the ridiculous chain of events that had caused her to have a large chunk of meat stuck in her throat.
"We came here, to The Dancing Lonkey, to search and call for your aid, for we, having ascended to the Iron rank, bypassing Bronze entirely, have accepted a major quest of collecting, *drum roll*,...
Ten Drewlin ears
And to be honest, we couldn't have done it without, y'know, without your help..."
Blushing brightly, Mikano twiddled with her cheeks, embarrassed to say anything more (to be honest, their first meeting did end up with her telling her kinks, which is mortifying for anybody...).
"Hah... What my lovable girlfriend here wants to ask is:
It would be an honour if you could come with us on this quest"