Boredom and heat is a terrible combination, so I came up with this terrible idea of a story. It's already done, i just didn't expect it to be this long, so i minced it into chapters. I'll be polishing up on the later ones, enjoy these initial chapters first.
Chapter 1: What others don't see
I don't own Grand Chase
Coffee... That was the only thing he could think of... Other than thoughts of her...
After a long, hot day in the guild training recruits and ensuring support functionality, he had finally gotten to the end of his shift.
As he walked in the oddly crowd free hallway, he met a very exhausted looking Jin. The two boys grinned at each other and continued their walk.
"Thanks for looking after my post, Lass." Jin said, craning the back of his head.
"No worries. But why did you need a Saturday off anyway?" Asked Lass.
"Amy wanted to install a new sound system in the temple."
"Isn't Ryan assigned for maintenance today?"
Jin didn't answer, but the bright look on his face as he turned to Lass was more than enough. "Nothing beats making your own girl happy, huh?"
The redhead's expression turned from soft to sly. "Speaking from experience?"
It was only then Lass realized he almost gave himself away, but he met him with a disinterested smile, contrasting his mild panic. "Nah. I'm too young to be in a relationship."
"Yeah, and that makes me what? Old and senile? Dude, your 17. Make use of the hormones while you still can."
Lass couldn't help but chuckle. "I don't think that's appropriate. And the only chemical I'd want to use inside my body is coffee. I'll be seeing you around." He said, taking a left and parting ways from the fighter.
"Fine, but I'm telling you. By the time you fall in love you'd have too much caffeine your heart will be too tired to beat." Jin teased while walking backwards, "I'll pay you back for the day off swap. See ya!"
He waved, and then turned to push the kitchen door open. There was no one inside, save for a slender, teenage elf who was struggling to reach a jar on the top shelf, too stubborn to pull a chair and save herself the trouble.
Being her day off, she had every right to be in lounging clothes, but those darn boxer shorts is sparing no ounce of imagination while provoking rather uncanny ones.
He leaned against the doorframe, gazing up and down her long legs, allowing himself a few more seconds to be perverted. But in those few seconds, the girl began to feel as if she was being objectified in someone's kinky imagination.
She turned around and met Lass's blue eyes with her green ones.
on to the next chapter
