Bad Advice For Pathetic Duelists
Slogan and recipient courtesy of WeevilFanGirl, her review of Chapter 78.
'I'm so pathetic I need advice on how to lose.'
Bonz glared down at the T-shirt in his hands, then turned on his laughing soon-to-be ex-friend. "Yeah, your advice," he growled, causing Keith's laughter to halt mid-guffaw.
Frowning, Keith defended himself with, "It wasn't my fault! That kid played better 'n he had any right to, considering it was his first tournament."
Bonz seethed. "Never underestimate the opposition!" he quoted from some long-since forgotten source.
"I didn't!" Keith argued. "I just didn't realize he was so good!"
Bonz clenched his eyes shut, hands forming into fists he was doing his best to keep from pummeling Keith with. The idiot hadn't understood what he'd said; he seemed to have trouble with words of more than two syllables.
It was so hard to insult someone who didn't understand your insults. Of course, next to him, Bonz looked like a genius.
Which probably explains why we've been 'friends' for so long, Bonz thought tiredly.
"Never mind," Bonz said, rubbing his eyes. "All that was in the past."
Keith grinned. "Good."
"And I don't need your help to get these kids back," Bonz growled. Ignoring the other man's fallen expression, he stalked out of the room. Pathetic, ne? I'll show them who's pathetic…