Author's Notes: Requested by Jonathan Priest. Kite/BR if you tilt your head to one side.
Pickled
"My, it appears you may be in a pickle."
"Pickle!" BlackRose growled, red-faced and wishing she could reach her sword. "Is that what you call this?!" She threw a hand up in the air, making an awkward motion towards the Grunty who was... well, sitting on her. It was apparently an older one and whether through some sort of glitch or lack of updates, it had appeared and promptly fallen asleep on her as she knelt to gather a mushroom.
Sitting cross legged with a Grunty in her lap was not how she wanted to spend her afternoon. Especially not with Piros hovering over her, vowing revenge and whatnot. After this she was never going to level up with him again. NEVER.
"It was your idea to call a Grunty," she snapped, "Now get him off of me! Now!"
Piros looked as if he would have rather chopped his own leg off with his axe. "Uhm, well, I am bound to do whatever my lady partner wishes, but..uh..." BlackRose sighed. It was obvious he had no idea what to do.
"Piros..." she began warningly but the Heavy Axeman suddenly started as if an idea had occured to him.
"Let us call for He of Fair Eyes! Surely he will know what to do in this terrible, unfortunate situation!" He turned away to type out a Flashmail and BlackRose groaned to herself. She definitely did not want Kite to see her like this.
"Piros," she said flatly, "When I get out of here..."
The Grunty continued to snore.
The End.