Chapter 11

Corneria City bustled with all manner of life. Vehicles honked as they zoomed through the wide streets, swerving in and out of lanes without hesitation. Pedestrians hurried along the crowded sidewalks, as if collectively late for their respective engagements. A crisp autumn breeze combed through Fox's fur; he sighed contentedly as he continued strolling down the path. Wolf found it difficult to walk alongside the vulpine in the dense crowd, so he followed closely behind instead.

"Hiding in plain sight," Wolf explained over the vulpine's shoulder. "No one expects someone like Wolf O'Donnell to walk around in public like this."

"Yeah, but the problem is that you still look like Wolf O'Donnell." Fox turned, stopping both of them in their tracks. "We need to get you something else to wear."

Wolf guffawed dramatically. "What, you don't approve of my outfit?"

Fox couldn't help but look down at Wolf's tank top, which showed a good deal of his physique. It even exposed a sizable amount of his firm chest, including the tuft of white fur. It wasn't that it looked bad, necessarily...

What?

"It makes you look rough around the edges," Fox replied, quickly resuming eye contact. "That's going to attract all sorts of attention, especially downtown."

"So?" The lupine adjusted his sunglasses, and for a brief moment his eyepatch was visible. "I'm used to attention."

Fox's tone hardened. "If you were on your own? Sure. I'd say wear whatever you want. But I'm not risking my reputation being caught with you. If people found out..."

"All right, all right." The lupine cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I'll get some new clothes. But you're paying for them."

Fox was about to protest, paused for a moment, then exhaled. "Yeah, okay. That's fair." He smirked. "Like you have any money anyways."

"Don't act like you don't owe me bigtime, pal."

The vulpine was about to respond rudely, but Wolf had lost interest in the conversation, eyeing a nearby clothing store instead. Closet Corneria, it read.

"Pfft. What a corny name."

Fox saw his opportunity and he took it, grinning. "I think you mean: what a corny-ria name."

The lupine narrowed his eye in disgust. "You don't even deserve a reply for that."

"Except the one you just gave me."

Wolf was clearly unamused. Angry, even. For a heart-stopping moment Fox actually thought he'd offended his guest and was going to be murdered right then and there for his atrocious wordplay.

However, after some time the lupine's expression softened. "What? You thought I was mad?" He chuckled.

Fox stammered. "I...I didn't know what to expect. Most people don't care much for puns, but I didn't think you'd-"

Wolf waved his hand in dismissal. "Whatever. Let's go in here. Sure, the name is ridiculous, but we might as well take a look." Before Fox could even reply, his guest was already in the door. The vulpine blinked for a moment as he processed what had just happened, before following him into the building with a sigh.


"You almost done in there?"

Wolf's voice called back from within the fitting room. "Patience, pup."

Fox huffed and continued to sit on the bench outside the room, fiddling with his comm absentmindedly. He didn't like having nothing to occupy his time; it made him dwell on his thoughts.

Thoughts such as...

Fox felt something simmer deep inside of him.

Wolf?

For his entire life, whether it be schoolwork or his job, Fox's singular focus had always been on the task at hand. He'd never had time to be social, let alone wanted time to be social. It only detracted from time he could've been spending perfecting his sharpshooting skills, or studying the anatomy of a B-class Cornerian mobile HQ, or learning any number of other useful things.

He used to have occasional feelings about Krystal, when he first met her. She was undeniably beautiful, and it would throw him off balance every once in a while as "urges" would surface here and there. However, Fox had trained himself well to prevent such instincts from interfering with his work. Krystal could sense it, and she understood. So, for the next few years there were no more incidents.

And then, this.

The sensation itself wasn't foreign to him - it was simply the sheer scale on which he was feeling it that was throwing him off. He was getting to the point where he could barely interact with Wolf anymore without his emotions suffocating him.

No. Fox shook his head in dismissal of such a ridiculous thought. It wasn't that. It could't be that, because Fox didn't feel that way - about anybody, certainly, but especially not about Wolf O'Donnell. He was still Fox's nemesis, so it was understandable that the vulpine was still a little on-edge around him; it would take more than a few days of getting along to repair the years of animosity between them. As soon as Fox grew more comfortable interacting with him, the adrenaline would go away, and his nerves would finally calm themselves, and everything could finally go back to normal.

"McCloud."

The vulpine jumped in surprise at the voice, and he looked up sharply. Wolf had chosen white sneakers, baggy jeans, and a grungy, oversized T-shirt. Fox couldn't help but burst out into laughter at how ridiculous the whole thing looked.

"Dear lord," the vulpine finally said, regaining his breath. "I give you ten minutes to choose your outfit, and this is the result?"

The lupine was less than pleased. "You got something against it?"

"Plenty." Fox wiped a tear from his eye. "Where do I even start? I don't think any of what you chose was ever, at any point in time, in style."

"Style?" The lupine scoffed. "You care about style?"

"I have to! I've made public appearances for Lylat since I was eighteen. It wasn't a choice. Regardless, I'd still care enough to avoid awful jeans and an equally-awful T."

"Good for you. I prefer function over form. Simple tastes."

Fox shook his head. "You can have both, you know."

"So what? I told you. I don't care about fashion."

"Trust me." He beckoned Wolf back towards the clothing racks, and the lupine reluctantly followed. "You need to dress to fit in. And how do you do that? " Fox pulled a shirt off of a nearby clothing rack and tossed it towards Wolf. "You wear what the general public would wear."

The lupine caught it haphazardly. "So, trendy civilian clothes?"

"Nuh-uh." Fox dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. "That would paint you as an upper class citizen. You'd get all sorts of attention from the wrong kinds of people." The vulpine picked out another shirt, handed it to Wolf, and rummaged through a rack of pants as he continued. "Granted, most of them would only want your money, but a few of the more astute observers would see right through your disguise and notify the authorities instead. We need something less assuming."

Wolf narrowed his eye. "Then what the hell do you want me to wear?" He looked down at what he was holding. "Certainly not this garbage you've picked out for me?"

Fox ignored the comment and dropped a pair of dark slacks into the steadily-growing pile of clothes the lupine was carrying. "Middle-to-lower-class office worker chic is all the rage these days."

Wolf stared at him in disbelief. "You're joking right now."

"You'll be thanking me once you start walking around the city and nobody bats an eye."

Wolf tossed the clothes back at Fox stubbornly. "I'm not going to play dress-up for you just because you think it'll help me keep a low profile."

"Oh yeah?" The vulpine was becoming impatient. "Have you ever even been in this city before, Wolf? No matter what you say or think, the truth of the matter is that people around here judge others by their appearance, and clothing is the easiest way to change that."

"Keep your voice down, why don't ya?" Wolf's eye darted left and right as a bystander glanced their way.

"Do you want attention, Wolf?"

"No. I mean, ye-no!" The lupine was flustered. "Not from the public-"

"Then here's the deal, pal." Fox's voice was dripping with condescension. "This city is my home. I grew up here. I know what I'm talking about. You clearly don't. For someone who hates the spotlight just as much as I do, you're awfully bad at hiding from it."

"You've got a lot of nerve to say-"

"Nuh-uh. You're gonna listen to me now," Wolf growled quietly as Fox continued in a harsh whisper. "You do as I say, and you get to tag along. But I sure as hell am not going to risk my own safety because you're too stubborn to put on a goddamn pair of slacks and a polo. Got it?"

Wolf stared Fox down, teeth still bared. Fox returned the favor with a comparable expression. The two remained that way for a tense moment, neither daring to speak. The vulpine desperately tried to hide how much adrenaline was coursing through his veins and how rapidly his heart was hammering in his chest. Interacting with Wolf in such a way was almost too much for him to handle.

Jeez, he's so-

"Fine." Wolf snatched the clothes back and turned towards the fitting rooms, no expression in his voice. "I'll try your stupid outfit."

Fox exhaled quietly, responding over Wolf's shoulder. "It's only stupid until it works."

"We'll see about that."


"...Okay, fine. But it still looks stupid."

Wolf was wearing a dark polo, well-fitting slacks, a pair of sunglasses, and the strongest I-am-not-amused expression Fox had ever seen.

"But it's working," the vulpine responded. The disguise was working far better than either of them had expected; the two had been wandering around town for over an hour without as much as a glance in their direction.

"I would've been fine without it. I'm used to people noticing me."

Fox smirked. "Aww, is poor wittle Wolfie sad because he's not the center of attention anymore?"

"I'm gonna kick your teeth out."

"Hey, you should be thankful that nobody bats an eye at the sight of a low-key office job professional."

The lupine simply crossed his arms and pouted. "I look like the kind of kid I'd beat up if I were in grade school." Fox was ashamed to admit it, but seeing Wolf so far out of his element was actually...cute?

Stop that. It was not "cute." Wolf was not "cute". The situation was simply humorous - nothing more.

"Anyways," Fox continued, trying his best to rid himself of such thoughts. "I'm starving. Wanna get an early dinner?"

Wolf's ears perked slightly at the mention of food. "I guess. Sure."

The vulpine dramatically gestured towards the building conveniently located in front of them. "VoilĂ ! Dinner."

"...at a sandwich joint?"

"Not just any old sandwich joint. My favorite sandwich joint."

Wolf idly examined his nails. "If it's anything like your favorite clothing choices, then all bets are off."

Fox was starting to become irritated by the lupine's poor attitude. He was about to respond with another quip, but he stopped himself as he formed another plan. It was risky, but he was feeling bold.

He took a deep breath and turned to face Wolf. "Actually, you know what? It sounds like you're not too thrilled to eat here, so let's not." The lupine raised an eyebrow; Fox tried not to show any glimpse of emotion as he continued. "In fact, it sounds like you aren't really enjoying this excursion at all, so I guess I should just let you go right here and we can say our goodbyes now, huh?"

The move was intended to be a bluff, but a part of Fox actually wanted him gone. Without Wolf around, he wouldn't have to deal with his strange feelings any longer. Things could go back to normal.

But, was that what he really wanted? To go back to normal? What was 'normal' anymore? Simply being around Wolf was turning Fox's entire identity upside-down. He was suddenly questioning every emotion he felt - emotions he didn't know he could even feel in the first place - and he'd only spent a matter of days with his guest. He didn't know if he liked it or not, but he knew one thing for sure - interacting with Wolf was exciting. It was better than slipping back into the depressingly-comfortable life he'd molded for himself over all these years.

The life he'd been living before fate had slapped him in the face.

"So. Make up your mind, Wolf."

For a split second Wolf's poker face betrayed him, and surprise flashed across his visage. He quickly tried to downplay the momentary lack of restraint, but it was too late; the vulpine had seen all he needed in order to confirm his suspicions, and his heart skipped a beat.

Wolf wants to stay.

There was a brief, uncomfortable silence as Fox analyzed the situation. A handful of butterflies quietly fluttered in his stomach.

Maybe just as badly as I do.

The vulpine wasn't about to call him out. If he did, then his own strange feelings might risk discovery. He could only imagine how mercilessly Wolf would mock him if he learned that the vulpine was still feeling nerves while interacting with him. He was planning on concealing his 'weakness' forever, for all he cared.

"Whatever you decide..." Fox turned his back to Wolf and faced the sandwich joint. "...Just know that I'm getting dinner right here, right now, no matter what you say, and you're free to join me if you so desire."

It took everything within him not to turn back around to see the expression on Wolf's face in that moment; instead, he entered the shop as nonchalantly as possible. The sound of the bell as he opened the door had been ingrained into his mind - a holdover from his childhood - and a wave of nostalgia overcame him.

"It's been too long," he whispered under his breath. He waited for the familiar click as the door closed behind him, but there was none. Turning around, he discovered that the door hadn't closed at all; a certain lupine had held it open and entered the shop himself.

"You can't get rid of me that easily, pup."

Fox smirked, secretly more pleased than he expected. "As if I thought I could."

"I hate you."

"I know. Let's eat."


"...Okay. Fine. It's not bad."

Wolf took another bite of his sandwich. The two were seated at a booth outside, enjoying the crisp air. Lylat was starting to hang lower in the sky and the shadows beneath the trees were beginning to lengthen.

"Told you so."

"Yeah. Okay." Wolf watched as vehicles zoomed along the nearby road. "I guess I shouldn't complain."

"It sure beats the stuff on the Great Fox, eh?"

"I actually didn't mind it that much," Wolf replied, returning his eye to the vulpine. "I don't know how much of it was just the fact that I was starving and physically compromised at the time, but I'm sure it could've been worse."

"You think so? I've always wished all the dishes had more flavor. I was surprised when Krystal gave you the most bland thing it can make."

"It tasted fine to me. You're probably just tired of it because of you've been stuck with it for so long. She did a good enough job choosing something for me."

"...Yeah." It was now Fox who watched the cars driving by. "She always does." Hearing about Krystal reminded him of his history with her and, by extension, his current feelings - feelings he'd rather wish away than have to deal with.

"Explain."

Fox shook himself from his thoughts and looked back towards his guest. "Huh?"

"You can't tell me that sigh meant nothing."

The vulpine blinked confusedly in response. He hadn't even noticed that he'd sighed.

"What's your history with her, anyways?" Wolf continued.

Fox eyed him suspiciously. "Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious." The lupine took another bite. "Conversation is less awkward than silence."

The vulpine paused for a moment, deciding that Wolf was right. He sighed. "We met through the Saurian crisis. Her psychic abilities made her valuable, and she got along well with the team, so we hired her."

"When was that?"

"About two years ago."

"Huh." Wolf continued while Fox took another bite of his own sandwich. "She's certainly valuable. You two seem to get along well."

"It's hard not to when she can read your mind."

"Still. Despite that, you clearly have a strong connection with her."

Fox guffawed. "Tell that to her. She'd beg to differ."

Wolf raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why's that?"

The vulpine wondered if he should disclose anything more to Wolf. After all, he'd never told anyone else about where he stood with Krystal, so why should he tell him?

"It's a long story."

"I've got time."

The lupine didn't seem to have any ill intentions; he simply seemed curious. Strangely enough, Fox felt more comfortable sharing with Wolf than he did with any of his teammates.

"I dunno. Krystal and I get along really well. We know each other better than anyone else." He fiddled with the comm on his wrist. "But...I guess I've never really been comfortable sharing my thoughts so openly...and..."

"And she's not comfortable until she knows everybody's."

Fox looked up. "Yeah." It was a brutal but accurate assessment. "And it's not like I even have a chance of hiding mine, y'know?" He continued, tracing a circle on the table absentmindedly, as Wolf took another bite. "Every once in a while I just wonder how things would be if she couldn't read my mind."

Wolf stopped chewing. "Yeah?" he grunted through a full mouth.

"It would level the playing field a little. I'd actually be able to keep secrets, for once. Not like I've got any, but it'd be nice to have that freedom nonetheless."

Liar.

The lupine swallowed. "It's not all it's cracked up to be."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, it's not all it's cracked up to be."

Fox eyed him suspiciously. "What isn't?"

"Not letting a psychic read your mind."

"As if it were possible." The vulpine paused for a moment. Wolf didn't continue.

Wait.

"...is it?"

The lupine simply took another bite of his sandwich and continued to look at Fox through his sunglasses, not a hint of expression on his face. Fox was putting the pieces together.

"It can't be."

"It's possible."

"I don't believe you." He was now absolutely sure Wolf was lying; the idea that someone could mentally blockade themselves from a psychic was simply preposterous.

"When have I lied to you, McCloud?"

"Fox."

Wolf blinked confusedly. "Huh?"

"Call me Fox. Not so painfully formal."

He paused for a moment, stoic as ever. "...Okay...Fox." It sounded forced and awkward, but a small part of the vulpine enjoyed hearing his own name in Wolf's gruff voice.

"Think about how Krystal acted around me," he continued. "Did you ever notice anything weird in her behavior? Any confusion? Any blank stares, heavy concentration, that sort of thing?"

The vulpine hadn't dwelled on it at the time, but upon further reflection he realized how strangely she'd carried herself when the lupine was in the room.

"...Yeah..."

"A psychic can gather thoughts from everybody. They grow up with it. It's like a sixth sense to them. Now, imagine if someone suddenly showed up, and they couldn't be read. It'd drive any psychic crazy, wouldn't it? No matter how hard they'd try, they wouldn't be able to get a read on this person."

Fox was starting to believe him, and a wave of something between awe and unease washed over him. "You're telling me that you're immune to Krystal's telepathy?"

"Yes."

"...You're joking, right?"

"I'm not a liar."

The vulpine paused for another moment while he processed what he'd just heard. Wolf took another bite of his sandwich, seemingly bored with the whole situation.

After some time, Fox found his words again. "How the hell...?"

"Andross."

"...How, though? What made you-"

"I'd rather not discuss it right now." The lupine's tone was slightly harder.

Fox was too preoccupied to notice. "Can it be taught? Can I learn it?"

Wolf stopped chewing. He eyed Fox, chewed twice more, then swallowed. "I dunno. I've never tried."

"Give it a shot, eh?" Fox didn't notice the reluctance in his guest's voice; he was too determined to learn how to block his inner thoughts from Krystal - especially now that they were becoming rather...unusual.

"...Later," Wolf replied after some time. The shadows from the nearby trees had grown even further, now creeping towards the table. The traffic on the streets had begun to lose some of its intensity; it was less frantic and more relaxed than it had been earlier. The time to leave was approaching quickly.

"So when are you going to let me go, huh?" Wolf asked, as if he'd read Fox's mind.

"Depends on when you don't want to tag along anymore."

Wolf popped the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth. "I've got nowhere to be. It all depends on when you get tired of me."

"I'm not going to play this game. Do you want to leave?"

"Do you want me to leave?" Wolf shot back.

"I asked first."

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Do you think I'm trying to escape, Fox?"

"Huh?"

"Do you really, honestly think I have anything better to do right now than to follow you around? You might be insufferable, and apparently not very bright either, but at least you're not boring. You're better than whatever the hell the alternative is."

Fox didn't know how to respond to Wolf's complisult. "I...what? I'm flattered, I think."

"Don't be. I'm just telling it like it is."

"You always do."

"Not true." Before Fox could ask for further explanation the lupine looked him straight in the eye and continued in a more serious tone. "Your turn now. Do you want me to leave?"

Fox froze, looking back into the violet iris. There was a mischievous shimmer to it like he'd never seen before.

In all honesty, it was...

Irresistible?

He could barely handle it. Watching the swirling, purple iris left his heart pounding. All he wanted was to continue staring into it.

No. This wasn't right. This wasn't Fox. This was just nerves. And whatever he did, whatever it took, he wouldn't let it get the best of him. And if that meant reluctantly breaking eye contact with the all-too-handsome individual sitting across from him, so be it.

Stop it! He's not handsome! You're just confusing adrenaline with attraction.

Eventually, Fox spoke again. "Not particularly."

A moment of silence. One could only wonder what was going through Wolf's mind.

"What makes this place your favorite sandwich shop, anyways?" The lupine continued, as if the previous minute and a half had never happened.

"I'd go here all the time as a kid."

"With J-...your dad?"

James held Fox's hand as he opened the door to the shop and led the young kit through the doorway. The door closed with its signature click as the two made their way to the front desk. Fox was barely tall enough to see the man behind the counter, who cheerfully greeted the two long-time customers.

"Yeah."

"Mmh." Wolf paused for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to continue. Eventually, he decided he would. "What was it like?"

Fox looked at him strangely. "What was what like?"

"Being so close to your father."

The vulpine didn't quite know how to respond. "Uh...good? That's kind of a weird question."

"Is it? I'm just curious."

"I'd rather not talk about it." There was a tone of finality to his voice.

If Wolf was disappointed, he didn't show it. "Save it for later, eh?"

But what is 'later?'

Fox paused. "I guess." The two sat in silence once more. Both had finished their sandwiches long ago, leaving but two crumpled balls of trash in their wake. The vulpine continued to trace circles in the wood of the table, acutely aware of Wolf's stare from out of the corner of his eye.

Why the hell is he looking at me like that? It didn't irritate him; he was just baffled. Flustered, even. In all honesty, he enjoyed the attention, even if it made the fur on the back of his neck stand on end.

"Well," Wolf grunted, picking up the ball of trash in front of him. "What's your plan now?"

"I'm going to be staying on the surface for at least another day. I might just head to my apartment and relax a bit."

"Apartment?" Wolf raised an eyebrow. "You live in the city?"

"Of course."

"Like, in the city?"

"Yes...?"

"Huh." The lupine tossed the crumpled wrapper between his hands. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised you can afford it."

"It's pretty small. Not much more than a place to crash, really. Cuts down on rent, especially since I don't use it much anyways."

"And here I was thinking you had some sort of mansion with servants and caviar."

"How much do I actually show my wealth?" Fox asked the question with a little more force than he'd intended.

"Honestly?" Wolf caught the trash and held it in his hand. "Not much."

"Good." Something that had always bothered Fox was the plethora of people at any given time who disliked him purely for his social and financial status. "I try not to."

"Commendable." The lupine stood up, grabbing both balls of trash. "Well then, I suppose it's not an issue for me to stick around for a bit longer, is it?"

A trace of alarm poked at Fox's mind. Something within him registered that Wolf was acting a little strange. It wasn't ordinary to want to spend time with one's nemesis. There could have easily been an ulterior motive to all of this.

Falco's words echoed in his mind quietly. Who's to say he won't kill you when he has the perfect opportunity?

But if he wanted to, he would've already done it. Right?

Not necessarily. Aboard the Great Fox, there'd been other team members who could've neutralized Wolf if he'd tried to lay a hand on Fox. In the city, there were civilians nearby who'd call the police if he made a scene. But alone in Fox's home? If the lupine had been planning on killing him, there'd be no better opportunity to finally get it over with.

Despite the risk, Fox was reluctant to decline. It was quickly becoming a personal challenge of his to overcome the nerves he was feeling, and he'd never get a chance to reach his goal if the two parted ways now.

You're out of your damn mind, Fox! Falco's voice was now shouting as loudly as it could to make itself heard among...what? His heart beating against his chest like a bird beating its wings? The nerves in his hands, buzzing like angry bees?

Falco's voice didn't shout loudly enough.

"Sure. I guess you can tag along." Wolf's ears perked subtly as Fox spoke the words. Maybe he was making a mistake by letting his guest stay for so long, but Fox couldn't resist having him stay for just a little longer. He was finally beginning to understand the enigma that was Wolf O'Donnell; he couldn't simply abandon the puzzle with only a handful of its pieces in place.

"Splendid." Wolf exclaimed nonchalantly. "You all set?"

Only time would tell if the completed puzzle was something he actually wanted to see.

"...Yeah. Let's go."


AUTHOR'S NOTE

Noooo! I fell behind schedule! Well, I'd just like to say it wasn't entirely my fault - the last month and a half or so have been...eventful, to say the least. Being stuck in a hurricane of classwork hasn't helped much, either. But worry not! I'm not going to give up on this story, no matter how slowly I make progress.

This was definitely a slice-of-life type of chapter, admittedly somewhat similar to Chapter 10. Nothing fantastic or epic, just two anthropomorphic space animals making their way around the city. I wanted to make sure I could develop Fox and Wolf as thoroughly as possible so their future interactions will be more meaningful and impactful upon the reader.

So, Fox has finally accepted his feelings...kind of. He still hasn't quite accepted what he's feeling, or why he's feeling it, even if he knows deep down. Poor thing. In fact, both characters use a lot of excuses to continue spending time with each other without outright saying that they just want to spend time with each other (when Wolf says Fox is "better than whatever the hell the alternative is," and when Fox decides it's "better than slipping back into the depressingly-comfortable life he'd molded for himself over all these years"). However, admissions start to appear, especially for Wolf ("Okay fine, I admit that your disguise worked. Okay fine, I admit that this sandwich place is alright. Okay fine, I admit that I still want to stick around..."). I bet the two are going to admit bigger and bigger things as the story goes on.

This chapter was an interesting exercise in selectivity. On one hand, I wanted to describe the city in intense detail; I wanted to give it life and vigor through extensive descriptions and evocative imagery. On the other hand, I know that one of my weaknesses is getting sidetracked from the main plot, and so I made a conscious effort to streamline what I did and didn't include in order to make sure the story didn't get too drawn out. How did I do? Is there anything you wanted me to describe further, or anything else you think I could have skimmed over? Let me know!

I chose to reference the "birds and the bees" right before Fox lets Wolf stick around at the end. I bet you can figure out why.

Also, I wanted to thank everybody for their wonderful reviews and specifically for their feedback regarding the future of the story. What I've decided to do is write two versions of the next chapter - one that's more family-friendly, and one that's decidedly less so - and let the reader decide which version they'd like to read. Both will start and end at the same place, and neither will have any important plot details that aren't also included in the other version, so this way I can satisfy as many people as possible.

So yeah! Please let me know how I did, especially in regards to what I chose to focus on and what I chose to skip. Thanks for being patient. I can't say for sure when the next chapter will be out, but like I said - I'm not going to stop writing this until it's done. I promise.

-Gibrish (Gerlakus)

(P.S. Don't mind the name change...I just needed something different from my musician name. It's pronounced kind of like "gibberish.")