Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights, obviously. Or Star Wars. And I don't own any of the products mentioned... :sweatdrop:
Warnings: Swearing, female issues. Incredible denseness on Santiago's part. The first section would come so close to character-bashing, but... :is still laughing madly: Don't worry, we plan on having a PC rant on it later. :sweatdrop: Also... Extensive lecture on Cesia's part. Not very "gross", but leaning towards the "overshare"/"too-much-information" side. In other words: I know it was an extensive rant. If you hear it too often/aren't comfortable with it/just DON'T WANT TO KNOW, then skip it. It's all(mostly) in one large paragraph, and is pretty damn easy to recognize...
A/N:mega sweatdrop: ...I feel kinda bad... I postponed updating this after writing that note in the last chapter... It really was only so that I would have been able to get that other stuff out in time for my birthday, though... Itwon'thappenagainIsollumlyswearpleasepleasepleasedon'teatmysoul.
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Rune looked up from where he had been playing with his napkin.
"Hey! Rune!"
He almost smiled with relief as the Dragon Fighter slid into the seat opposite his.
"Sorry I took so long," he said chattily, "I couldn't find the waitress, so I..." He paused, a look of startled confusion fluttering over his face.
"...I must've gone to find her, or something."
His eyes met the blinking brown ones in the face of his 'date', and he grinning, shrugging it off.
"And I'm back now! Sorry I wasn't able to get you a menu; do you want to share mine?"
"Sure," Rune awkwardly agreed, scooting his chair over to sit next to Santiago. Its metal legs ground harshly on the hard cobblestone floor, and a burst of wind whipping dust and leaves in spirals around him.
He ignored both of these, craning his neck to read the menu.
"Hey, you can come closer than that." The Dragon Fighter, edged his own chair towards the Knight, placing his arm over the other's shoulders.
Rune stiffened.
He couldn't deny it: his automatic reaction was to push out of the other's grasp. But, he took a deep breath, How would a young girl on a first date react? He pondered this for a moment, never having actually been on a first date with Tintlett... And for that matter, never having been a young girl before, either.
He was saved from having to come to a definite conclusion by the arrival of their long-lost waitress, a young, bored looking blonde woman.
"What can I get'cha?"
"Could you bring me a ham sandwich?"
She nodded, then turned expectantly to Rune.
"Um..." He glanced down at the menu, deciding upon the first thing he saw. "Could I have turkey?"
"And she'll have a turkey sandwich," Santiago filled in.
Their server nodded and left, leaving a vaguely confused Knight of Water in her wake.
"So, Rune," Santiago started.
What was it? Rune wondered. There was something... Off.
"Tell me about yourself. Why did the three of you come to Draqueen?"
That was it, he suddenly realized. He'd just been ordered for. That was a first. He glared lightly at the table. Rather condescending, too.
"...Rune?"
Oh.
He jerked his head back up, finding himself startled by the soft amber eyes staring at him. Apparently, Santiago thought he had struck a nerve not with the ordering of food, but with the questioning of his home life.
"Ah, um, I..." Rune blustered, feeling himself turn red. "We, we just... Just decided to vist Pyore's cousin, Cesia! We hadn't seen her in so long, and we heard that she was living at the Dragon Castle, and Pyore really wanted to see her again, so we traveled here and here we are and that's the end of that story what do you want to do after we eat?"
The Fighter blinked, startled.
"Wait, but..." He furrowed his brow, obviously trying to piece together the gaps in the shoddy puzzle.
"That doesn't make sense-- Oh." Was Realization a brick, it would have left a permanent indent on his forehead. Rune tensed, waiting for the laughter.
"Oh. I get it. And I don't blame you for trying to hide it."
But instead of the teasing smirk he had expected to see, there was a sympathetic smile.
"...Um, yes. So you understand?" He asked, mentally adding in that he wished that he did.
"Of course," he said earnestly, "And I feel bad for you. But especially for your friend."
"...Friend?"
He nodded sagely.
"Yes, when you think about it, it's really quite obvious. Kitchel came here for help with the baby."
Rune choked, coughing the water he'd been drinking across the white-clothed table.
Of all the inane answers...
"Wh-what?" He managed to gasp out. "What?"
Santiago's brow furrowed once more.
"She is the one with the brown hair, right? A few inches taller than you?"
"Y-yes..." Rune gaped at him, wondering where exactly he was going with this.
The Guard shifted uncomfortably. "Well, it really isn't that obvious yet. But she is, isn't she?" He met Rune's blank stare, "Um. Pregnant. I mean."
If possible, Rune's jaw dropped further, sinking onto the off-white table cloth.
Various thoughts flitted through his head, the first being indignant rage. How dare he make such an assumption? It wasn't even as though the other Knight was suddenly over weight in his new body. Yes, Rune allowed, Thats was perhaps a size larger than he was, but he didn't look as though he was pregnant, for Varawoo's sake!
The second thought, however, made him flinch. This was probably as good an excuse as anybody was going to come up with, and the other two Knights weren't around to veto it. It did make sense.
Sort of.
He ground his teeth, releasing the urge to strangle the more-or-less-innocent, if insulting and demeaning, Dragon Fighter.
Rune sighed.
"...Sure. Yes, you're right. She is," he mentally recoiled from the thought of how he would tell the others, "Pregnant."
Seeing Santiago's expectant face, the young man obviously wanting more information, Rune began to think fast.
"Um, her boyfriend back at Costa Rica? ...You don't know him! And, um, we didn't want any one to know. So we came to Draqueen, to, uh... Vist with Pyore's cousin! In about a month we'll be leaving for Memphis City, where I have relatives."
Santiago cocked his head to one side.
"You do look a bit like the royal family."
Rune gave an almost unnoticeable twitch.
"...Thanks."
:n:
"There." Cesia virtually sighed with relief, shifting her shopping bag from one hand to the other. "I thought I'd gotten lost."
She and Rath were standing in the middle of yet another busy street, thronged about on all sides by people: Pedestrians, Peddlers, Soapbox Preachers...
And at the end of the slightly winding street, seeming to sway with the influx of citizens pouring from the stores and homes lining the way, was a small white shop.
The fortuneteller laughed. "I barely come down here; I was surprised I even remembered there was a pharmacy in this area."
She began to walk again, still chatting to the boy behind her.
"I don't suppose you've ever come to this area, either? We're at the southern side of the main shopping district: Fortuneteller's Street is a couple miles north and east of where we are. It's pretty much only stores around here, although there are a few houses, as you can tell." She grinned. "I remember when I was working in Chantel. I was trying to find my way from the store to the hotel I was staying at, and I came down here instead. If it wasn't for that incident with Zoma, the piranhas, and the bakery, I don't think I would have been..." She stopped, suddenly noticing a distinct lack of annoyed comments or sulky silence.
"...Rath?" Cesia looked around, not immediately noticing her companion several yards behind her.
"Oh!"
Quickly backtracking through the crowd, she stood next to him once again.
"Rath?"
He half jerked, half shook his head, slowly straightening up fully. Cesia blinked: She hadn't noticed he had been slightly bent over.
"You okay?"
The Knight nodded, muttering, "Yeah. Fine. C'mon."
He started walking towards their destination, Cesia following slightly slower, watching consideringly.
Rath paused once more, outside the pharmacy entrance, and the demon-girl brushed past him, slipping inside and holding the door for him. Barely waiting for him to step inside, she began to sweep up and down the narrow aisles with the ease of one used to searching through rows upon stacks of material for a small group of items.
"Here we are!" She waved him over, kneeling in front of one of the far shelves. "Both tampons and pads-- I'm sure you've received some sort of lecture at one point or another at what they are for." She turned her face to his, eyes widened with expectation.
"...What?" The word came out as an almost-wince as he leaned back against the shelf behind him, various bottles and jars digging into his spine.
"I can't pick things out for you, Rath," Cesia stated matter-of-factly.
He sent her a startled look. "What d'ya mean? You're the girl: You choose! How'm I supposed to know what to get?" He glanced at the boxes, "Shouldn't they all be the same?"
She shook her head, launching into a rapid lecture, oblivious to the way he became more uncomfortable with every spoken word.
"No. Look here, see this? It shows you the size. The bigger, the more it can hold, obviously. See? 'Light days'. Those are for when your flow is minimal. Judging by how damn quickly those pants got stained," she sighed in memory of her caprice, "I wouldn't recommend them for you. Not for now, at least. Now these are slightly thicker; they're also wider to prevent leaking. They come with or without wings: Those little flaps that you can wrap around the sides of your underwear. Wings make it harder for your clothing to get stained and so forth. The larger sizes primarily come with the wings, but if you find them irritating or uncomfortable, you can just cut or tear them off, okay? Here," she pulled a package off the shelf, "'Overnight'. That means these babies are fucking huge. They'll pretty much cover your entire ass: Comes in handy when you're sleeping. I mean," she giggled, "Just because you stop getting up every time you feel saturated doesn't mean it'll stop coming. I'd say get a box of these, if only to be safe. I wouldn't recommend wearing them around during the day, though. Even though chances are small that someone will be able to notice, they'll not very comfortable. You never understand the term, 'riding the cotton Darnia' until you try these suckers on. I think that's the basic of pads, unless you want the special ones for thongs-Gods, I would not recommend those-or some of the more expensive ones that minimize any scent from the menstrual fluid. On to the tampons. Now, this particular store doesn't have as wide a selection as--"
"Wait."
Cesia snapped her gaze from searching through the shelf once more.
"What is it?"
"Um," Rath was flushed a very light shade of red, "Aren't those the ones that..." He made a vague hand gesture.
She raised an eyebrow.
"They're inserted into the vagina, yes."
"Oh." He nodded. "Then, no."
"What?" She looked genuinely startled, "Why? They're so much more comfortable and make things more convenient."
Rath sent her an annoyed stare.
"I'm not going to put anything up there."
Not wanting to get into an argument, Cesia sighed. "Fine. Have it your way. Now choose."
He squirmed.
"Can't I just use what you have?"
The fortuneteller bit back a snicker. "Sure, Rath. Except you're already using my last normal pad."
He recoiled slightly.
"What?"
Still holding back her laughter, she continued. "I prefer tampons. I've only got a few damn-huge 'overnighters' left, and with the clothing we just bought for you," Cesia giggled, "I'd either worry about the really weird panty-liner lines, or about the skirts flying up to show a glimpse of them." She paused, then laughed again. "A whole new meaning to 'wind beneath my wings'."
Rath glared as the girl slipped forward, still laughing, and caught herself on the shelf, knocking over several boxes of feminine products.
"You're sadistic, you know that? I hate you."
She laughed harder.
"Tampon avalanche!"
:n:
"There." Thats dropped the full-to-splitting shopping bag onto the cobblestone street. "What next?"
Kitchel thought for a moment, eyes trailing over the other's purchases. "I must admit, I'm impressed. You got the shirts, shorts, pants, and skirts. You still need a dress-"
"Haha. No."
"-Yes. And shoes and a couple swimsuits." She grinned, doing the calculations. "And you only have a little over half your money left. Hah, you're not going to make it."
"What do you mean?" He questioned, "I already got most of the shit."
She rolled her eyes to the clouded blue and gray sky overhead.
"You got the cheap stuff."
"No way," Thats shook his head, "Apart from the dress- which, by the way, I'm not buying- I don't see how the rest of it could be that expensive. I'll just buy some crap shoes and swimsuit."
"Swimsuits," she corrected, "And please tell me if you actually find somewhere that sells them cheap at this time of the year. It's going into summer, Thats, and Chantel isn't exactly brimming with competing bargain stores."
He picked up his stuff resolutely, "They've got to have some place. You just can't find it."
Kitchel bristled slightly, "Yeah, like you can."
"Of course I can," he laughed, starting off in a random direction, "Because, as you said, shopping is akin to thieving, and we all know that I'm the better thief."
Ducking to avoid the boulder flying at his head, Thats stopped in front of a small shop with a sign reading: SALE! Spring Clearance! All Summer Items IN STOCK NOW!
"Here! This place should have something! And it doesn't exactly look like first-rate stuff, either," he grinned, stepping inside.
Immediately finding a rack of swim ware, he pointed smugly to the sign.
"See? They're on sale, too." Thats snatched up a random suit, looking at the price tag. He did a double take, his eyes widening. "What the... Forty bucks!"
The Knight of Earth felt an arm drape over his shoulders as Kitchel leaned over to take a look at his choice. "No. Eighty. Forty is just for the top."
"What!" he shoved the suit back. "That can't be on sale!" He shook his head, drawing a deep breath. "It's just a fluke," he muttered, sifting through the other suits hanging before him.
"Thirty-eight. Forty. Forty-five? Damnit! Sixty-five!"
He seethed at the singsong voice behind him.
"I told you so..."
"Shut up. We're just in an expensive store."
"Hey, look. Two-for-one earrings!"
A vein twitched on his forehead.
"Kitchel... Shut up."
:n:
As Rath, darkly red, made his way to the cashier with his meager selection of feminine supplies, he was aware of a sudden cold draft. He turned around once he noticed the rather startled look on the young man behind the counter's face, a look that was quickly fading into some sort of awe.
"Cesia?"
The demon fortuneteller nodded her head stiffly in recognition of Rath's questioning.
Craning his neck, Rath peered at the figure standing suddenly in front of the girl, wondering where the sudden feeling of apprehension came from.
"...Delte?"
The elf smiled at him. "Hey, there, Rath. My cards showed me that you two were in this part of town, so I thought I'd drop by!"
"Um, right," Rath edged further back, carefully holding his products up before his chest, and attempting to angle them so that their labels were not visible.
Delte laughed lightly.
"Calm down. I already know about your little incident with Rune."
"Wh-what?" Rath jumped, "You do? How...?"
She smiled, "I was doing a reading for a client when Rune cast his spell."
There was a rather awkward pause.
"Um...?"
"My client wasn't too pleased with my informing him that he would start his period shortly."
Cesia beamed. "Common sense. Your cards should have been able to tell you that what you were picking up on wasn't part of that specific fortunetelling spell, but some sort of disturbance in the force."
"'Disturbance in the force'? Really, Cesia, you sound like you're a character from 'Star Wars'," Delte giggled, "I can see you in those cinnamon bun braids of Princess Leia!"
Rath scooted back, very slightly, taking careful note of the faintly twitching vein on Cesia's forehead.
"Um, Cesia? Can we pay for this? Please?"
And then leave before we get kicked out for starting a cat fight, Rath mentally begged. Although, his mind did have to add, The young man behind the counter looked as though he'd be willing to give a substantial discount for any sort of fighting between his current customers, especially one that involved the shredding of clothing.
"I'm sorry, Rath. I was distracted," the half-demon turned her back on the elf, professionally counting out the exact amount of money and handing it to the cashier.
"Nice to see you, Delte," she smiled, with only a hint of chill as she led Rath out of the store.
The fortuneteller returned the look.
"Same to you, Cesia."
As the glass doors slid closed behind them, effectively placing a semi-sound-proof barrier up, Rath turned to the girl beside him.
"What was that?"
"What do you mean?" Cesia asked, starting off at a brisk pace. "Nothing happened."
"But," Rath protested, stuttering slightly, "Delte..."
"Oh. That." The half-yokai flipped a lock of hair irritatedly over her shoulder, quickening her steps. "That was nothing. We just don't get along. I don't hate her," she added, correctly guessing what was to come next, "But the prat and I have never been on very good terms. I don't hate her. I hate Nadil. I hate Shydeman and Shyrendora. I hate the witch. And, sometimes, I hate you for..."
Cesia looked around, confused. While people hurried past her on either side, the boy she had been about to direct her last comment to was missing.
"Rath?" Cesia backtracked, quickly finding the other doubled over slightly and leaning against the wall of a random shop.
She snapped her fingers.
"Oh! That's right. And I hate cramping."
:n:
"Damn prices."
"Come on," Kitchel sighed, exasperated, "We both agree that this the best you'll be able to find. You're running out of time."
She scuffed her feet on he ground, sitting boredly in the dinky plastic chair outside of the umpteenth changing area.
"Normally I like shopping. Your complaining takes all the fun out of it."
"Fun?" Came the sarcastic remark from inside the locked stall.
She glared at the whitewashed door, then grinned.
"I told you, though. It's impossible to find a cheap swimsuit at this time of the year. Hah."
Thats sighed, "Shut up, Kitchel."
"That's not a very polite statement for a woman."
He twitched slightly.
"Oh, like you would know?"
The female thief stood, crossing her arms.
"Look, would you just hurry it up? I'm tired of waiting for you. You need help tying it?"
There was a short silence.
"...Yes. Please."
The Dragon Knight of Earth opened the door, and Kitchel pulled him out, deftly tying the bikini top behind his neck, then walking in a close circle around him.
The two-piece suit, while covering everything that needed to be with a deep green material, showed a considerable amount of skin, at least to Thats' standards. It was tied with wooden brown strings, a mock-bone bead dangling at the ends of each of these. It clung tightly to his figure, neatly matching both his eyes and hair.
"Wow. That's really cute on you."
He sweatdropped, wincing.
"Kitchel, shut up."
"No, I mean it!" She stepped back, taking it in from further away. "That's a nice choice. Adjustable, too," she said, eyeing the ties on both the top and bottom, "Which means that when you're done with it, I can have it!"
"What the... No!"
She raised an eyebrow at her old rival.
"What? It's not like you'll be using it after the curse wears off. Um. I think?"
There was a rather awkward silence in which neither was able to meet the other's gaze.
"No. You can keep it. Please."
"Great!" Kitchel beamed, shoving him back into the dressing room, "Now take it off! You just need to find another one, then we can look for shoes!"
Moaning inwardly, Thats quickly stripped and redressed, exiting from the stall and handing the chosen suit to the waiting girl.
"Here."
He searched hurriedly through the closest rack of swimsuits, quickly becoming annoyed at both the high price and available styles.
"Godamnit!"
"Hm?" Kitchel questioned, waiting off to the side, "What?"
"Why the hell does it cost so much to buy so little?" He snatched a random suit, purple with white and covering just the bare necessities, off the rack and held it up for demonstration.
"This amount of material could be used to make a blindfold and we'd have none left over! Why the hell is it so expensive?"
"Easy," the girl smirked, "Boys."
"...What?" Thats asked, startled at the answer.
"That's a bit obvious, isn't it? Think about it. All the clothing you've seen today was made to be bought by sex-starved teenage girls who want to attract the opposite gender," she stated matter-of-factly. "Everyone knows that. I assumed you did, too."
"Yeah, but," Thats struggled over the right phrase, "Kitchel, I don't exactly want to attract a boyfriend."
She shrugged.
"Join a nunnery?"
They both received the same distinct mental image, simultaneously shuddered, and she continued.
"That's your fault. I'm just supposed to help you blend in."
"I understand the second half of that statement. But how in Dragoon is it my fault?"
"You could've been gay."
Thats stared at her incredulously.
"...I'm not even going to answer that. Look. I'll just try this on, buy it, and we'll leave."
"Fine by me," she said, dropping herself back down in the nearby chair and watching as he entered the same changing stall.
"Hey," Kitchel started as he stepped out a minute later, "When we get back to the castle, shave."
He blinked at her.
"What?"
"Shave," she repeated, "It's obvious that you don't, especially when you wear something that shows that much skin. It looks weird when you're a girl."
"But I'm not!" The Knight of Earth gave her a disgusted look, "And if I do that, what do you think will happen when I change back? I don't want to go around as a man with smooth legs."
She cocked her head to one side, light hair brushing over her shoulders.
"Now that you mention it, that's probably a good idea as well. ...But I wasn't talking about leg hair, Thats."
"Oh. ...Oh. Fuck, no."
:n:
Garfakcy walked down the vast stone halls, the oppressing silence surrounding him. They were almost eerily bare, but he had gotten used to it, as living in the last standing castle in Arinas for several hundred years did cause one to become adjusted to them.
The still was almost palpable.
"Lord Kharl!"
And was now lying shattered in glass fragments on the floor.
"What is it, Garfakcy?" The voice of the Yokai Alchemist asked softly, although it's owner was not visible.
"I returned the boy to Chantel," he replied, placing his hands on his hips irritably. "I trailed him for a few minutes. You were right."
A soft chuckle sounded in the empty hallway.
"I knew it."
There was a brief pause, then Kharl spoke again.
"And the other...?"
"It was him," Garfakcy confirmed, "The Dragon Knight of Water. Although I don't know how the Dragons got their hands on that curse. I didn't think they'd actually have the balls to use it," he snickered, "Not that they do now, of course."
"How they got it doesn't concern us," the Alchemist said, "But it verifies my suspicions: The Dragon Clan has a copy of 'Revenge and Spite'."
The seemingly young boy nodded, frowning slightly.
"Lord Kharl? What were you planning?" A gleaming hint flickered in his pale eyes.
Another faded laugh echoed in the otherwise quiet.
"I'm not yet certain. But I can assure you that you will find it quite entertaining."
Garfakcy smiled.
"Good."
:n:
"Where do you wanna go next?"
Rune shrugged, his light blonde hair falling loosely over his shoulders.
What else did people do on dates? As much as he loved Tintlett, the Elven Prince was beginning to wish that he hadn't been placed in an arranged marriage with her. Maybe if he had been born a commoner, he would have had the experience of taking a girl out on a date before. This was a very awkward way of learning the social norms of a group of people known only for their heightened hormones.
"Um," he stalled, then hit upon a virtual safety net. "It's starting to get late. Maybe we should start to head back to the castle."
Santiago's face fell for a moment, then he instantly brightened up again.
"You're right. Your friends will be looking for you."
He took the Knight's hand, and Rune gave himself a mental pat on the back for not automatically flinching away.
"Can you walk all the way back?"
Rune stopped himself from pointing out the obvious: That he had walked all the way to Chantel and therefore should be capable of walking all the way back from Chantel.
Instead, he smiled winningly.
"Yes, I think so."
And when I get out of this, he noted to himself, The first thing I will do will be to find Tintlett and apologize for any and all times that I implied she couldn't do something, from changing a light bulb to wandering unprotected through Kainaldia.
"Are you sure?" The fighter looked at him questioningly, "Because it's a long way, and since I work for the castle, I can borrow one of the Darnias from our Chantel post."
"Of course I'm..." Rune paused.
Well. It was a long way. And if there was a free ride... They would get back faster. And the faster they got back, the less time he would have to spend on this humiliating 'date'.
That settled it.
"Actually," he contradicted himself, "A ride would be nice. If it wouldn't be too much trouble, that is."
"Of course not!" Santiago's eyes lit up and he beamed. "And this way, we can take the scenic route back to the castle! There's this great side-road that cuts through Luwa, and I know where there's this sweet place to watch the sunset over the ocean! This'll be fantastic!"
Rune blinked at him.
What 'side-road that cut through Luwa'? There was no road that did that, unless one was to make a large loop around Draqueen to get to the other city. The capital and the castle was between Chantel and Luwa, not on the other side of them!
"Hey..."
About to protest the length of time this would take, Rune checked himself.
Well, it really would only mean a few more hours with the Dragon Fighter, and the young man really did seem like a nice enough guy. Upon seeing his earnest excitement, Rune found that he wasn't able to disappoint him.
He forced himself to smile.
"That sounds great."
:n:
Yavie Aelinel: Wow, pretty name. Elvish? o-oa XD You don't write that THAT often... XD
Peophin-chan: Yes. :evil smile: Yes, it did. I love Kharl. I named my euphonium Kharl. It keeps biting my friend(No, seriously...).
Crazy-meowmeow: Eh, yes... Sorry about that wait. See note at beginning... :MEGA sweatdrop: They were in here, though!
Kat: I did. On time, too. And I took your note on Cesia. See? Uh. Somewhere... :hasn't reread yet: But it is in there somewhere!
Capella: ...Literally? I can guess. Ouch. More on Rune's AFFAIR in the next chapter:D It was going to be in here, but then I realized that would involve a huge time jump... Yeah. ...That is one funky class... o-Oa
Elven Kagome: Oooh. That sucks. And it wasn't out by Tuesday. :mock evil stare:
Kitty2Satan: Haha. 'Tis fun to be high off water...
Peridot-chan: XD Of course... It had to happen... :innocent: And in response to a different review... "Aquajogger" is short for "Dragon in an Aquajogger". Because Kat was helping me get an AIM account(These always involve AIM account, don't they?), and the previous night I had decided that "aquajogger" was a cool word 'cause we were using them in PE, and we ended up agreeing that a DRAGON in an aquajogger would be cool. ...Yeah...
Eikou: They -should- have painkillers. I think... Either that, or maybe Cesia's pain-reducing influence around Rath will work on this, too... :ponders:
Sareptar: O-O :revives: And I don't think he actually wears woman's underwear. I think he goes commando. :innocentinnocentinnocent: And that was a typo... :sweatdrop: See? I fixed it in this chapter...
Loser with a Llama: Bolivia has llamas... :shakes head: Anyway, thank you! "Me gustan tus pantalones." Probably. Because "pants" is plural, so...
The Shadowess: n-n No worries, Kharl doesn't particularly want to change them back. He finds this all very funny, to say the least. And thanks for the 100th review:glomps and gives sugar:
DragonessFei: I know. I was so happy... By the time I got it, it was my b-day, too, so even better! XD Well, Kharl's always a good one to like. And I'd actually LIKE to only have to write fanfiction... But no...
Vixensrevenge: Hey, again! Nice name. Very evil... :insert villainous laugh here:
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And a big THANK YOU to everyone who's reviewed! Thanks for getting this story past the 100 review barrier! You know I already loved you all, but now I do even more. :passes out free pocky and plushies in true fanfic style:
And as a special present, here's your favorite knights(in their correct genders...) GETTING IT ON!1!one! Wh00tn3zZzZz!1eleven!
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"Oh... Rune..."
"Ah-! W-wait, Thats!"
"Heh. Tie him down, Rath. Make sure he doesn't... Get away."
"But...-! Ahhhn!"
"Y-yeah, just like that..."
"Ah, Thats..."
"Mm, R-rath?"
"...Why are we trying to put this dress on Rune?"
"Easy! So we can take pictures for blackmail!"
"Oh. Why are the lights off?"
"Power outage."
"I see. And what with your voice? It's all... Husky."
"Screaming contest with the Dragon Fighters."
"Ah. ...What were we doing again?"
"Beats me. Wanna go get something to eat?"
"Sure."
There was the click of a door opening and closing again.
Silence.
"...Guys...? Hello...? Hey, could somebody untie me? Rath! Thats! I'm going to kill you!"
:n:
That was amazingly corny.
Please review.