Chapter 13:
Rui resisted a giggle as the man she had been pursuing for the past few centuries stood before her, shirtless and looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Or was that a stag?
Trying to ignore the stares of adoration shooting at him from the ladies around, Xelloss placed his hands in his pocket, coughing slightly. "Long time no see uh…Rui…"
"Indeed," jade eyes roved round the Trickster's chest, "…much too long."
"Would you happen to have…a jacket…" Xelloss trailed off.
Rui smirked. "Why…no, dear, why do you ask?"
"Right. Would your friends…"
Several ladies shook their heads vigorously, eyes still fixed on the violet-haired man. The Trickster cast a pleading look towards the men in the room. Before the men could make a move, the ladies shot sharp glares at them.
"Uh…nope, sorry."
"Don't look at me."
"Mine's at the dry-cleaners."
Rui gave Xelloss a smile of benevolence. "Well…perhaps I do have one."
Kneeling down to get closer to the pretty brunette, Xelloss released a sigh. "All right," he whispered, "What do you want?"
Tapping her chin reflectively, Rui raised her eyes to the ceiling. "Hmm…"
As the lady whispered her favour into the Trickster's ear, the latter's eyes snapped open to bulge slightly, while a furious word kept running through his head.
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill…
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Doubled over with laughter, the Lord of Nightmares sprawled herself out upon her special world map, accompanying her maniacal laughter with the pounding of her fists. Unbeknownst to her, several figurines began flying across the world map, bouncing around like fresh popcorn at every pounding.
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"Sylphiel, the cookies are done!"
"You can get it out of the oven then, Gourry sa-KYA!"
"Whoa, these smell good…Sylphiel? Uh…Sylphiel? Oh dear…she left without trying the cookies."
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Getting to her feet unsteadily, the ex-Priestess of Sairaag gazed around at her surroundings. "Oh my…where…"
A husky tenor voice answered her unfinished question. "Well. Is this see-Dynast-in-the-nude Day today?"
"Don't flatter yourself."
"Before we start our little conversation, get off me."
"You're damn lucky Zel disappeared before he could do anything to you!"
"You're the one who fell on me."
"So?!" Lina attempted to push herself off the silver-haired man below her.
"Watch where you're putting your hands, you idiot!"
Sylphiel stared at the bathtub still filled with water, the curtains around it drawn and dripping wet, the soapy ground, and of course, the struggling pair on it. Lina is on top of a man, who is only clad in a bath towel. Before her brain could register things properly, she disappeared.
"Sylphiel, how about a little help…well, shit."
"If you had a figure, I wouldn't mind really."
"Shut up."