Of Jealousy and Chess
Word Count: 150
"I do not understand what the Noblesse sees in that filthy human! He should be amongst his own kind, not socializing with human scum!" Urokai complained with fervor before the Lord's dais.
"You will be mindful of your language before our esteemed Lord, Urokai," Gejutel reprimanded the scarlet haired noble sternly.
"Hm? Did you speak, Urokai-dear? I was reading Cadis Etrama di Raizel's letter! His servant taught him how to play chess! Isn't that wonderful? Now we can play together whenever I visit him! I could never beat that crafty peacock; however, I have a feeling his master would be a far more manageable opponent!" the Lord exclaimed with an overjoyed expression.
Urokai seethed with jealousy at what he was hearing.
First the Noblesse, now the Lord!? How many nobles is that bastard going to corrupt!? I wanted to play chess, too! Why can't anyone play with me for once!?
Of Combs and Courtship
Word Count: 150
"Please accept this gift as a token of my appreciation for you, Raizel-nim," Urokai offered with a suggestive smirk towards the solemn dark haired being.
"I will examine it first to see if it is an appropriate gift for my master," Frankenstein intervened with a haughty expression at the impudent noble's easy going attitude towards his master.
"This…what kind of sick game are you playing, Urokai!?" Frankenstein hissed angrily at the content of the package.
"How dare you accuse me of depravity, human scum!? It is an elegant comb made of the finest material! I chose it personally with the Noblesse's ethereal beauty in mind," Urokai argued passionately, baring his fangs in warning.
"It is also a gift meant for a woman. Are you attempting to court my master, you pervert!?" Frankenstein accused him with disgust, and the volatile noble's cheeks took on a ruby shade, matching his hair perfectly.
Of Advice and Beards
Word Count: 100
"Cease these ridiculous antics, Urokai. I have told you repeatedly that I do not appreciate your advice on such matters," Zarga insisted with a frosty glare towards the unrelenting redhead.
"I am only trying to help you, fool. If you had listened to my suggestion in the first place, you would not be in this position now," Urokai persisted ardently.
"I do not believe the reason I was rejected by a woman twice lies in the fact that I refuse to shave my beard."
"And that is exactly why I called you an ignorant fool! Women prefer clean shaved men!"