_+_ Next Chapter!! Yay! I thought I should continue just for shits and
giggles. =P _+_
Kyle awoke the next morning with a splitting headache. He looked around the bed, and saw random leather straps everywhere...
He blinked, trying to find a connection in his mind. He got up, and tumbled his way into the restroom, suddenly noticing he was naked.
//Didn't I go to bed dressed...?// he thought. He tried to find a connection in his mind, but to no avail. He lazily found a toothbrush that the inn had provided, and a single serving tube of toothpaste.
As he brushed his teeth, he tried to think what had happened last night. Maybe... maybe Leila had raped him. No.. that was a ridiculous assumption. She wasn't the type to do that. Not only that, she wasn't a bondage girl, so he wondered why there were leather straps all over the bed. He shook his head, and tried to forget about it. He found his way back to the bed, and searched through his knapsack for something to eat. He came across several empty, rectangular cans, with the word "Spam" on them.
//Spam...? What was I on?//
He tossed the cans into a corner, and went digging for something else. He pulled out one of those sausages, and suddenly everything came flooding back to him. The sausages, the sweaters, and that weird Kah'ren girl that had...
Oh my God!! He had slept with a whore!! Not that it was a new thing but.. He frantically searched through his bag to check if anything was missing. He didn't have any money, so they couldn't have taken that.. but...
Nothing seemed to be missing. He calmed down, shrugged, and threw back on his clothing. Suprisingly, it did not carry the odors that he usually did after such a night. He stretched, yawned, and thought that it was a chilly morning out.
Chilly.. Maybe that's why he thought the spam was stupid now. He was back in his right mind. The heat always seemed to get to him, and make him do stupid things... like sleep with women without even knowing it and go on adventures for spam.
After gathering his belongings, he left the inn, and returned to the small market where he had left all of his money. The owner of the store let him have whatever he wanted, and Kyle wasn't sure why. He assumed it was because he was a Marcus brother. After getting a few sausages, and mineral water with some herbal medicines for Grove, he went ourtside and wandered for awhile, waiting for the tank, which Kyle had recently named the "Christ Mobile". After nearly an hour of sitting near the entrance of the village, the Christ Mobile had finally showed up.
******
Kyle stepped on, slinging his sack over his shoulder. He noticed that something was different, but ignored it. He handed the medicines and water the Grove, and the sausages to Borgoff. And then it hit him. Borgoff was wearing a gray sweater.
Kyle's mouth hung agape. Grove smiled nervously, and Borgoff sat in embarassed silence. Kyle broke the silence with a maniacal laughter.
"Oh my God!! You took me seriously!! Holy Fuck!!" He fell to his knees holding his stomach, feeling as if it would split. He rolled, and laughed until tears were streaming down his eyes. Grove thought it wasn't that funny, and nudged Kyle a bit to try and subdue his laughter. Not only that, Borgoff seemed pissed. A dead silence descended the tank, save for Kyle's laughing and belittling remarks.
Borgoff stood up, and looked to his companion, smiling.
"So you like it do you?"
******
"HEY MAN!! I WAS JOKING!!" Kyle jumped up and down waving his arms at the tank, chasing after it desperately. But Borgoff had it at full speed, and refused to let Kyle back on. He chased until he collapsed heaving and whooping pathetically for air. After he recovered, he stood, and continued jumping up and down, waving insanely until the tank was out of site. He once again headed off in an arbitrary direction, in search of civilization.
THE END
_+_Sorry, that chapter was pretty short. I got lazy. ^_^ I'll figure out something original to write soon. -_-_+_
Kyle awoke the next morning with a splitting headache. He looked around the bed, and saw random leather straps everywhere...
He blinked, trying to find a connection in his mind. He got up, and tumbled his way into the restroom, suddenly noticing he was naked.
//Didn't I go to bed dressed...?// he thought. He tried to find a connection in his mind, but to no avail. He lazily found a toothbrush that the inn had provided, and a single serving tube of toothpaste.
As he brushed his teeth, he tried to think what had happened last night. Maybe... maybe Leila had raped him. No.. that was a ridiculous assumption. She wasn't the type to do that. Not only that, she wasn't a bondage girl, so he wondered why there were leather straps all over the bed. He shook his head, and tried to forget about it. He found his way back to the bed, and searched through his knapsack for something to eat. He came across several empty, rectangular cans, with the word "Spam" on them.
//Spam...? What was I on?//
He tossed the cans into a corner, and went digging for something else. He pulled out one of those sausages, and suddenly everything came flooding back to him. The sausages, the sweaters, and that weird Kah'ren girl that had...
Oh my God!! He had slept with a whore!! Not that it was a new thing but.. He frantically searched through his bag to check if anything was missing. He didn't have any money, so they couldn't have taken that.. but...
Nothing seemed to be missing. He calmed down, shrugged, and threw back on his clothing. Suprisingly, it did not carry the odors that he usually did after such a night. He stretched, yawned, and thought that it was a chilly morning out.
Chilly.. Maybe that's why he thought the spam was stupid now. He was back in his right mind. The heat always seemed to get to him, and make him do stupid things... like sleep with women without even knowing it and go on adventures for spam.
After gathering his belongings, he left the inn, and returned to the small market where he had left all of his money. The owner of the store let him have whatever he wanted, and Kyle wasn't sure why. He assumed it was because he was a Marcus brother. After getting a few sausages, and mineral water with some herbal medicines for Grove, he went ourtside and wandered for awhile, waiting for the tank, which Kyle had recently named the "Christ Mobile". After nearly an hour of sitting near the entrance of the village, the Christ Mobile had finally showed up.
******
Kyle stepped on, slinging his sack over his shoulder. He noticed that something was different, but ignored it. He handed the medicines and water the Grove, and the sausages to Borgoff. And then it hit him. Borgoff was wearing a gray sweater.
Kyle's mouth hung agape. Grove smiled nervously, and Borgoff sat in embarassed silence. Kyle broke the silence with a maniacal laughter.
"Oh my God!! You took me seriously!! Holy Fuck!!" He fell to his knees holding his stomach, feeling as if it would split. He rolled, and laughed until tears were streaming down his eyes. Grove thought it wasn't that funny, and nudged Kyle a bit to try and subdue his laughter. Not only that, Borgoff seemed pissed. A dead silence descended the tank, save for Kyle's laughing and belittling remarks.
Borgoff stood up, and looked to his companion, smiling.
"So you like it do you?"
******
"HEY MAN!! I WAS JOKING!!" Kyle jumped up and down waving his arms at the tank, chasing after it desperately. But Borgoff had it at full speed, and refused to let Kyle back on. He chased until he collapsed heaving and whooping pathetically for air. After he recovered, he stood, and continued jumping up and down, waving insanely until the tank was out of site. He once again headed off in an arbitrary direction, in search of civilization.
THE END
_+_Sorry, that chapter was pretty short. I got lazy. ^_^ I'll figure out something original to write soon. -_-_+_
