Quill 6 Act 3 slip-up
Cyrara arrived home and found that Bretete was out. He stood in the doorway to the kitchen lost in thought.
….How much longer can I put up with that? I hate wearing suits. They're too fancy…my foppery is of the inner man. I don't nee to hide anything and yet,
….I guess that yellow guy got his revenge after all, the knave!
…'Wonder what roxane think of this "mask". Only if she had known…
The sound of a door opening caught his attention.
"Oh, Bretete hello."
"Hey Cyrara- woah, is that what I think it is?"
Cyrara looked down, "This? I found it in a dusty corner and decided to see if it worked."
"Come on Cyrara," Bretete put down his groceries, "why would you ever use a suit? I've never seen you in one before."
"…you have a good point there." Cyrara sighed and sat down, still in his pekopon suit.
Bretete looked at him concernedly and sat next to him. They sat there for a few moments, a tall pekopon body and a short keronian one. Cyrara looked down at the pekopon hands. Would it have been different if I was a pekopon?
"…Well, the yellow jerk's invention stopped working." Cyrara finally said.
"You mean the invading platoon's technician?" Bretete asked
"That's him…"
There was silence once more.
"I have to think something over. I'll see you for dinner." Cyrara stood up and wandered off to his room.
"All right.' Bretete watched him walk off. He's been even more troubled since we came back from fighting those vipers… Maybe that injury did something to him?
The phone rang and Bretete picked it up, "Hello?" He listened for a few moments.
"No. This is cyr-christian's friend. He's doing something."
"…"
"Hm? I think so. Let me check with him." Bretete put the phone down and walked over to Cyrara's room. He knocked and there was no reply. Probably sleeping…again.
Bretete walked back to the phone.
"He said he could. So, 5 o'clock at the right? ...Ok I'll tell him that. See you pekopon." Bretete hung up the phone. Wait…Did he just say- He immediately picked it up, "R-roxane? Hello?" All he got was a long beeping noise.
Bretete inwardly groaned. "Oi, well Cyrara can make an excuse for that I suppose." He sat down at the laptop for a while.
Later, Cyrara came out of his room and went into the kitchen. "I'll make dinner tonight."
"Sure." Bretete said still on the laptop.
"Hey Cyrara?"
"hm?'
"Do you know any good excuses for accidentally calling someone a pekopon?"
"Well, you could always say that your languages are bad…or it could be a nickname you and your friends use for people," Cyrara turned on the stove, "Why did you ask?"
"That's good..." Bretete sighed, "Because I accidentally called Roxane that on the phone."
Cyrara almost dropped the pot of water he was carrying.
"It was by complete accident! I was thinking about stuff and it slipped out." Bretete's voice floated into the kitchen.
"…I see what you mean." Cyrara groaned.
"Er, anyways she called and asked if you wanted to meet 5PM this Friday at the place you first met. I guess you know what the means?"
"You forgot already Bretete? No matter…I know the place. I'll be there tomorrow."
