A Boring Day

"I Tyrell Good," Tyrell said. That's such a lame joke, Rief thought disbelievingly. Of all people, he asked Tyrell if he knew how to tie a knot…

It's a fine bright day outside and Tyrell is bored today.

"Hey," Tyrell said poking Matthew in the face. Matthew was disinterested today too. All he wanted to do was lay around in his room and sleep. It's weird, as a leader you'd expect him to be not so lazy, but whatever, and so Tyrell went elsewhere.

"Howdy, Eoleo. Nice jugs." Eoleo stared at Tyrell with suspicion. Usually Tyrell and Matthew were inseparable, but today he was alone. Something must be wrong. Besides he had other things to worry about, like drinking rum with Kraden right now. Ah, he'd at least drown his sorrows away like a real pirate.

"Yo," he said, nonchalantly, brushing off Tyrell's comment. "Where's Matthew?"

Tyrell shrugged. He didn't really want to talk about Matthew. "He's vegetating on his bed right now."

"That's interesting." Eoleo rolled his eyes. Kid's these days. When he was their age, he'd be working day and night, and here he had a teenager running his ship. Eoleo sighed in exhaustion and continued to go his way. Tyrell sighed too.

"Wait up! Why are you just shrugging me off like that?" Tyrell said getting in front of Eoleo. Eoleo sighed again. He had been doing it a while now. Adventure was fun, but these kids were getting to him, especially the one in front of him. "Eheh, you look so serious, Eoleo. Lighten up a bit." He said and tapped the older man on the shoulder who braced the three large jar-like bottles in his arms.

Eoleo rigidly looked at the kid. "Does this face look serious to you?"

Tyrell thought for a while and stared at the man. He had stray hairs almost everywhere on his hair, heavy bags under his eyes and a mugged expression on his face. "Gee, Eoleo." Tyrell said in disbelief. "I dunno. With all those wrinkles on you're face, you look like my old man in the morning. Hey that reminds me, there was this one time I was with my father and he had that exact same face as you."

"That's great Tyrell, but I've got to go." Tyrell once again stopped the man from moving and blocked his way.

"Wait. Wait!" He cried. "It's a very interesting story. You've go to listen to it. It'll brighten your day— and mine too." He finished, smiling sheepishly. Eoleo raised a brow and saw that the kid was really something. He was sort of glowing. Nope, that was just the sun. Anyway, he thought Tyrell was an odd one and must've been raised in a cottage shed with no forms of communication to be this much of a tool.

"As much as I want to listen to your interesting story, and your self-perseverance," Eoleo breathed in, "I've got plans today."

The stout lad frowned and looked to the side with skepticism. "Fine," he said and crossed his arms.

"Great. Now if you would please move aside…." Tyrell moved aside and Eoleo went his way. If the kid wasn't one of the sons of the Warriors of Vale, he would've roasted his carcass by now. Patience, he believed, is virtue. He yawned and rotated his shoulders with the jars on his arms. His shoulders felt rather heavy today and also his legs. Holy purgatory was his legs feeling heavy friction; it felt like his feet were sinking through the quicksands of the Suhalla Desert. He looked below and dimmed his eyes. "Dammit, Tyrell! Will you leave me alone?"

"Please!" Tyrell begged in tears. "You've got to hear it!"

Eoleo had made up his mind and placed the large containers on the ground. Now, he really did not want to hear the kid's story. "Don't you have other friends to bother? I'm as old enough to be considered your father." He looked down at the teenager and noticed he had stopped struggling.

"Fine." Tyrell said, narrowing his eyes. He watched the big kid plop off the ground like a fish searching for a riverbed and walked out the other way. Silence had never felt so golden. He finally made his way and sat down in front of an elderly man reading a book.

"Alright, Kraden, you ready to drink?"

Kraden nodded with only his eyes looking up at Eoleo. "I've been ready for quite a while now, but may I ask? Where are the jugs?"

"Sonnuva b—

Tyrell slumped unhappily and decided to return back to his shared room with Matthew. "Matthew," he said again, nudging him in his sleep. "Matthew, please wake up! I'm bored!" His companion didn't wake up and Tyrell slowly inflated onto the floor besides Matthew's bed. "Another boring day." He sighed and peered at Matthew. A small smile crept on his face as a brilliant idea overcame him and his mind; maybe it wouldn't be so boring after all.

Tyrell knocked on Karis' door. "Is anyone home?" he yelled. No response. He decided to knock louder and then the door creaked open. "Hehe. It looks like the door is unlocked!" he quietly examined the room. The makeup kit must've been somewhere here. He faintly remembered overhearing a conversation with her buying makeup at one of the shops they visited. Tyrell sneezed. The room had the dirty smell of Karis written all over it.

Rummaging through her closets, which was kind of pointless because he had only found clothes, he had finally managed to find the kit in a nearby drawer. Yes, he thought, now he needed to get back to Matthew and rush out of her godforsaken room before he was caught.

The noise of a moving showering curtain and the stop of dripping water entered his ears. The door slowly creaked open as steam entered the room. Had he been deaf? Only now did he realize that someone was in the shower. Tyrell panicked, either he would be killed tonight or he would have to hide. He clenched his teeth and hastily scanned the room. There was nowhere to hide and no time to dash out the door!

Oh, the elemental stars, must seeking vengeance for all those times he was a bad boy. He was definitely going to die tonight! He cried. Please tell father I didn't mean to eat the chicken! Then from the window, a light found his way and shone upon a pile of clothing.

He had no time to think and so he dove into the mass of clothing nearby the bed stand. It had a strong smell about it that aroused him a bit. P-Panties! He seethed in red. They were all colorful-like like a rainbow too; it must've been Karis' no doubt about it. Damn, he thought. Why did she have a pile of used panties lying around anyway? He held his breathe as he remembered whose room he was in. If Karis found out…he grew pale, no she couldn't. She absolutely could not find out. He had to make sure.

Tyrell shuffled in the clothing to get a view, waiting for the right moment to escape. Tyrell squinted his eyes, wait a second, that wasn't Karis, although he was slightly disappointed to his astonishment, that's Himi! Then he remembered, just like him and Matthew, the females shared a room as well. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He held his breath once more when she turned his way. "I must be hearing things again." She muttered.

Tyrell glanced at her another time, a tinge of red staining his face; he had never seen a female naked before. He tried to close his eyes but couldn't stop ogling at the Venus adept's backside as she continued to dress. Slowly, he lifted the clothing and began to head to the door. She turned around again, but this time with a little more suspicion. Drat, he thought. She must've noticed. He had left a trail of panties as he made his way toward the exit. How more dumb can he get, but then she turned around and adjusted her outfit once more. He sighed in relief. Heading for the exit, he stopped when he noticed Himi was missing. Huh? Where'd she g—

Bonk!

"Ouch, that hurts!" he yelled, getting up in annoyance. He scratched his head, noticing he blew his cover, and nervously laughed when he saw a panty hanging from his spiky hair. Himi screeched, fully dressed now, she closed her eyes and continued to beat Tyrell in the head with her staff. "It's— ouch! It's not what it looks like!" she continued to yell and swing viciously at his head.

"Argh, Himi! Stop before somebody freaking hears you!" he angrily yelled and reflexively grabbed both her arms. Himi paused and looked at him and began to sob. Tyrell's face grew blank. What the hell did he get into? This was worst than the Christmas present he gave to Karis…nothing, heh. He snickered but regained his composure. It's not time to joke! "Hey, hey." He said to her softly. "Look," he paused trying to find something to say, but couldn't because there was just no way out of this. He cursed his bad luck when a certain Jupiter Adept walked in.