That One Poipose: To be fair, in the last chapter, she was hungover.

Chapter 3: First Encounter

All other love is extinguished by self-love; beneficence, humanity, justice, philosophy, sink under it. -Epicurus

Okay, seriously that voice was hunky as fuck. I didn't even know what this guy -andholyshitdidiknowitwasaguy- looked like, but just from his voice alone, he was probably a total ten on a scale of one to five. It wasn't all deep and commanding, or light and playful. It actually was about mid-range, right on the verge of being deep, but high enough his voice would carry easily across a room. But it had a gruff, yet prankstery quality to it. If I had to guess, he sounded like a cross between Janey and Jakey, but with somewhat more authority.

"So, yeah," he finished as I realized he'd been talking for a good ten minutes while I got lost in his voice. "Long story short, I was told to come up here and find a girl named Roxy. You know where she is?" I had to smile at the opportunity.

"Matter of fact, I do. She's the wicked cool blobamid in front of you, hun-i mean breezey boy."

"You're Roxy?" I could hear the disbelief in his voice, so I poked out a block and stuck my face through, resting my chin on my arm and grinning. He turned bright red and began stuttering incoherently. The only thoughts going through my head were, in order;

I wonder if he's single.

Note to self: check availability.

Totes mack on.

He seemed to be re-hashing a story or something, but I figgle-wiggled myself out of my pyramid and kicked at the eyesore of a scrapbook. That drew his attention and made him stop rambling as he picked it up and flipped through it.

"What the hell is this thing?" He suddenly asked, gesturing at the picture of the spikeball I had to make.

"Barkgirl called it a Matriorb or something."

"Barkgirl?" he asked with his brow crinckled in confusion- holyshitthatwasadorable- before comprehension dawned on his face. "Oh, you mean Jade! I was wondering where she went!"

"Under the control of the Batterwitch is where," I said huffily, crossing my arms with a frown. I saw his face flip into confusion again, and I remembered he was from an alternate reality or something, so I sat down and told him the whole story. It took a good forty minutes, but he was looking at me with a level of focus that made me feel like whiskey was shooting down my throat.

"So, yeah," I finished. "I have to use my wicked Void-ey Majjyks or something to make this Matriorb thing, but all I get are these simple as hell blocks."

"Perfectly Generic Items," he suddenly said without warning, and I frowned in confusion.

"These can't be perfectly generic, I can thing of loads of things more generic than these," he smirked at me -wasthatleftovermartinifromlastnightstainingmypants?- and quirked one eyebrow over his glasses.

"Then name them." I opened my mouth, but stopped as nothing came to mind. I closed and opened my mouth a few more times, before I gave up and threw one at him.

"Well anyway, these things are like hella easy to make or something, so I keep making them plus that one pumpkin I made my first try."

"Pumpkins are literally the most complicated thing ever to make," he cut in, glaring at said pumpkin.

"Nah, it was hella easy. Pumpkins are like, the easy give-away of voidey powers." he opened his mouth to argue, but suddenly got this alarmed looked and vanished in a gust of wind, blowing out through the window just as the dog girl from earlier kicked open the door with a snarl.

"John! I know you're in here!" then she took and glance around, saw only me and my block pile, turned back around and slammed the door in anger again.

What. The. Hell.