AN: This short little fic was made for the Royal House of Magic, Year One challenge Thread in the Animesuki Community Group: Exiled to the Couch. The pPrompt I got was Slime, which was supplied by deathcurse, the creator of the thread.
Gaff looked at his mistress, then at the recently cleaned room whose doorway he was standing in, then back to his mistress. "I am sorry Lillet, but I cannot allow you to enter your room until you clean off that... vile gunk that you are covered in."
"That is what I am trying to do Gaff! I need to get my vial of Grundell powder so I can clean all this slime off!" Lillet said, a bit indignantly. After all, it was rather embarrassing to have the elf barring her from her own room, even if she was dripping goop all over the place.
"Then allow me to get it for you. But first, how did wind up in such a state? Usually you are pretty good at avoiding huge messes during experiments." Gaff asks, curiosity and dread at the answer vying for how he felt about asking.
"There was this slightly older magician who was constantly hitting on Amoretta, who despite being turned down repeatedly and being informed she already had someone she loved, wouldn't leave her alone." Lillet began to explain.
"At the time, both me and Wiser, the magician in question, who sadly doesn't live up to his name, were experimenting with blobs. Amoretta came by to deliver the lunch you guys made for me, when Wiser began hitting on her again. When she pointed out he knew she had someone, he said 'what he doesn't know won't hurt him', like that made it alright."
"That would have probably been where it would have ended, with another rejection, except this time I was in the room, so Amoretta told him 'Seeing as she has heard this entire conversation, I doubt that.' I expected an apology from Wiser, as while a whimsical flirt, he's otherwise a good guy." Lillet says, before continuing with growing embarrassment. "He replied with,'In that case, she can join us' and I sort of lost my temper and unconsciously ordered one of my blobs to slime him."
"After we had finished covering most of the lab and each other in slime, he agreed to stop hitting on Amoretta, and I came here to get that vial so we can remove the slime from our clothes while he and Amoretta got to work cleaning the lab."
Feeling a headache coming on, Gaff asks, "Couldn't you just say no like a normal person, or at least chose a less messy, relatively non-violent response other then a slime war?"