Some days are just not worth waking up for.
Retrospectively, it's somewhat my fault. I should have been more careful. You see, I have this one gold coin. It's the one dad used to teach me to be fast; he'd put it in his palm and I'd try to take it before he closed his hand. Well, if I hadn't come in Roy's room for his briefing while polishing it, I wouldn't have forgotten it there. So I wouldn't have had to come back for it. Or at least, I should have taken into account that Celia was around.
Let me tell you, Roy really has bad taste in women. Well, personality wise in any case. He's got pretty good taste when it comes to their looks. Miko was so gorgeous, I feel even Elan wouldn't be as sexy as she was if he turned into a woman. Damn, I'd kill for that body. And Celia isn't ugly either. But their personalities suck.
Now, I'm not a voyeur. Well, that kind of voyeur. I admit I did use to take a peek at Elan any time he showered before he became my boyfriend. And at Roy. Hell, even at Miko back at that inn that blew up. But I don't spy on people during their romance. So it's not like I planned to see them making out when I opened the door partway.
You know, in itself, it isn't so bad. I'm not a prude. It was just that they were... cosplaying. Mind, I've nothing against cosplaying as long as it's innocent enough, like I do with Elan when we dress up as each other and kiss. Elan enjoys wearing women's clothes and underwear a little too much if you ask me, but if that makes him happy it makes me happy too.
But no, Roy and Celia had to kick it up a notch. I'll give you three hints to guess who they disguised themselves as before macking on each other: sexy, redhead and fair skin.
You got that right. They were cosplaying as me. Both of them. Celia had a wig resembling my long hair and somehow got a hold of a leather armor looking exactly like my old one. This was creepy enough without Roy joining the fray. He was wearing a wig mimicking my current short hair and was dressed up like I currently was, leather tank top and shorts.
I guess being turned into a woman changed him more than I thought.
Turns out they both fantasize about me. I'd be flattered if it wasn't so goddamn creepy. I've never asked Elan to cosplay as Miko or V after all, no matter how tempting it is. I'd have screamed loud enough to be heard throughout the entire town, but my voice died in my throat. Maybe it's better that way, I really don't want to confront them about their little kink.
So that's why I'm here, getting as drunk as humanely possible in order to forget. Now leave me alone and let me drown my sorrow in cheap booze paid with the gold I stole from the other patrons.