"I can't believe you have never had a kiss before!" sneered Gunther.
Smithy continued hammering away at a piece of metal. "I truly see no point of kissing."
"Only you would say that." Gunther walked up to Smithy and plucked the noisy hammer out of his hand. Putting the hammer away, he walked back to his spot, a sleek look on his pale face. "One could only assume that you are still a virgin, along with Jane and Jester."
Smithy shrugged, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Just for the record, I already know the bird's and bee's so no need to go explaining that."
Gunther took a seat on the table, still looking smug. "I am glad you know. But you are still clueless of what should happen in the art of romance. Back to the topic, I already lost mine, so I would've assumed you would have too. But... you still have it."
Smithy let out a tiny laugh.
"What is so humorous?" asked Gunther, slightly annoyed.
"I was just thinking of who exactly would want to take your sanity."
"It was one of my older friends, if you really must know."
"Gunther, you only have male older friends," pointed out Smithy.
"Only you would know," scoffed Gunther. Smithy always hung around him on weekends. "But that's not the point." The raven haired boy stood up. "I have to leave." As Gunther headed out, he took his now clean sword, the only reason he was at the forge. "But if you need any help with removing your pureness, tell me and I'll gladly help." Gunther called over his shoulder.