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“Servant, Einstein! You made a good choice to summon me as a Caster, Master! Let us start the experiment!”

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Who’s that wannabe tough guy showin’ off their lil peewee knife?

Heads up.

ᅠ ᅠ 𝘚𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘜𝘗 𝘈 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙈 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ᅠ ᅠ

"Woah, that’s wicked! Say. What’s that on ya’ neck!?”

Perfect set-up. She reeled her hand back, and—WHACK! A smack against the back of their neck. “No worries. Got it for ya’, big guy. Nehehee.”

𝐦𝐢𝐬·𝐟𝐨𝐫·𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 - (𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧) ( 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤. 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭.) 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝙶𝙾𝙳'𝚜 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚄𝙽𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝚈. #INDEXRP #MVRP

“What’cha mean? I got the lil bugger of yer neck, hotshot! Nehehe.” It’s up to him to believe her or not. “No need to thank me, a banging lunch will do.”

Interesting.

“Soooo anyway, where ya’ taking us? Ramen? Sushi? Unagi?” Pointing down the street to the local restaurants. Ignoring what he said.

“Gee wiz, I saved your life so ya’ gonna take me out for some lunch, plateau-head.” “Now let’s get t’movin’!”

“Neither did that Russian Hellstinger, but it surely was gonna bite the mess outta you.”

“Correct-a-mundo! It was a Russian Hellstinger! Big, burly, bzz-bzz’ing, super-duper scary shizz.” “Woulda had your head if it weren’t for me saving you.”

“Prove it, then. Until you can let’s get goin’, I’m starvin’!”

Misfortune? Nah, never. Not like something completely random and unpredictable could happen to him right now. Except a sudden, powerful slap on the back of his neck! “Nehehe, that was a close one! There was a rabid Brazilian Purplejacket on ya’ neck.”

Someone freaking out over being outside..? With nature? Maybe touching grass really is a tall order to some people. “Yo’, seen a bloodthirsty hyena or somethin’? You look like you’re ‘bout to piss yourself.” A voice from behind. A girl no older or younger than her.

“The Milky Way galaxy, baby!” That was as good an answer as she was going to get. She couldn’t take her question seriously. “—hey, don’t mean to alarm you or anything, but I think there might be somethin’ on your neck. Be still, I’ll get it for you.”

“Like this!” Wasting not another second—SMACK!—her hand slapped the back of her neck. “It was a vicious Mesopotamian Mollyflopper. One moment longer and you woulda been grade-a toast! No need to thank me for saving your life. Nee~hee.”