Patchwork !!DkZ2EyAJHl 2008/10/27 (Mon) 05:51 No. 9132
In the end, after three straight hours of work, you find yourself leaning against the stall for support, the last board in place. The stomach pain is horrid now, almost as if your gut were burning, and your throat is terribly dry. Not to mention your knee is beginning to feel a fair bit too hot for comfort.
But, at the least, you are done with your work.
"Done with repairs, Miss Lorelei."
You stroll around the stall as best you can and take a seat at the bar, barely able to keep yourself from an undignified collapse. Your slouch is bad enough, but you will not be so crude as to collapse in front of these ladies.
"So, you're Mystia's dog, right?"
You perk up a bit, turning your attention to the girl seated beside you. She happens to be the lass with the short, messy green hair, and now that you look close a pair of insect feelers poke through her green locks. Sparkling green eyes peer out at you with a gleam of curiosity. She has a very slight figure, and her clothes cover up most of her feminine features; the white dress shirt only has the slightest of a bust to cling to, the shorts she wears hide her hips entirely, and the cape at her shoulders would hide all her feminine features if you were to see her from the rear. You might have mistaken her for a young boy if not for her soft features and the girlish appearance of her fair skinned legs. Her voice at least is certainly sweet enough to befit a girl, soft and high. She's actually rather charming, in the way that most tomboys are.
"Yes, I--" You cough and rub your throat, your voice irritatingly hoarse. "I am currently Miss Lorelei's employee."
The girl rests her head in her hand, and her elbow on the counter. She hums curiously.
"You don't even mind being called a dog? You're weird, Mister." She laughs and holds out a hand, which you accept and bend down to kiss. Her face lights up red, and she withdraws her hand; evidently she did not expect that. She coughs discretely and looks away. "Anyway, I'm Wriggle Nightbug. If you're going to be working for Mystia, you're going to see me around a lot, so I figured I should introduce myself."
You introduce yourself and remove your cap, giving the girl a slight bow.
"Always a pleasure to meet a lovely lady, Miss Nightbug."
She wrinkles her nose, still a bit red.
"Yeah, well... just call me Wriggle, okay? That formal stuff bothers me."
"As you please, Wriggle."
It is at this time that her two companions choose to pop up on either side of you. On your left, imposing herself between you and Wriggle, is the blond girl with the red ribbon tied in her hair on one side. She has unusually pale skin, almost as though she were a doll carved from alabaster. Yes, a doll is how you might think of her; she's as short as child of no more than twelve or so, with a fragile looking body to match. Her garb is a simple black dress with long white sleeves and a white collar bearing a red tie of sorts. Her ruby red eyes glitter with the same innocence that those winged girls who attacked last night possessed, though the sharp little fang poking out of her mouth sets you a bit on edge.
On your right is the girl with the short cyan hair, a ribbon of dark blue tied in her hair. Even her eyes and dress are shades of blue. She looks even younger than her companion, possibly due to her even shorter stature; you wouldn't place her as any older than nine. She gives you a rather fierce glare, and you now notice the six wings at her back, each looking as though it were composed of ice. You grow a bit uneasy, remembering again those winged girls from last night.
The two young girls each stare at you without speaking a word.
"Can I help you, ladies?"
The blue haired girl immediately hovers up to shove her face into yours. She shouts with such a volume that it startles you.
"You better not have hurt any faeries!"
"I'm not a 'Dear!' I'm Cirno!"
You pat her on the head, ruffling her hair a bit as you push her away gently.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Cirno."
"Not 'Miss Cirno!' Just Cirno!"
The lass flails her arms about in a huff, trying to to get back in your face. You laugh a little. The poor girl does not seem to be the brightest little thing.
"Alright, Cirno. Would you care to repeat what you said about the faeries?"
"Shut up! I didn't forget about the faeries, I remembered them!" She squabbles with you for a trite longer before calming down. "Anyway, if you hurt any, I'll hurt you!"
"Why would I hurt a fairy?"
"I don't know, but Mystia said faeries were chasing you!"
Ah, those winged girls were rather pixie looking, were they not? However...
"I would not dream of hurting a fairy," you ruffle her hair again, absently, "the little dears are positively precious. Some of the prettiest little things I have set eyes on. Lovely, in fact."
Cirno blushes brighter than Wriggle, turning her back to you and fluttering her wings quickly. Still, when she speaks she seems placated. "Yeah, well... just don't hurt any of them... or anything..."
You chuckle and ruffle the little dear's hair again, and she squirms under your touch. She almost seems as precious as the faeries that came after you yesterday.
A tug on your arm draws your attention back to the blond girl at your side, who smiles up at you innocently. You feel a bit a stirring in your heart. My, but this world is just full of cute girls, is it not? Your protective instincts are going to go haywire at this rate.
"Mister," the girl hugs your arm, "can Rumia eat you?"
Your face colors. She is the precocious little one, is she?
"What might you mean, little Miss?"
"I want to eat you, please."
She pulls back and holds your arm up, pulling your sleeve down in the process. With little more warning, she bites down softly on your forearm, chewing your skin softly. It tickles rather a bit, and you stifle a laugh; that the laugh then degenerates into a cough put you a bit off, though. After a few seconds she releases your arm from her mouth and makes a face.
"Ick. Mister tastes bad!"
She looks rather disappointed, and you feel a bit sad for her, despite her apparently sincere desire to consume you.
"I apologize for my taste, dear. If you would like, I can try to make you some food some time."
She gives you a sparkling stare and a dazzling little smile.
You nod an affirmative, and the girl leaps up to hug you, her grip on you surprisingly strong. Are all the ladies in this land so gifted with strength? Well, it still is a rather nice gesture from the girl, so you return her embrace carefully, even allowing her to go so far as climbing up and sitting in your lap. She's a warm little thing...
A cough and a clatter brings your attention to Miss Lorelei, who stands behind the bar and glares at you.
"If you're done flirting with my friends, here's your food."
Ah, finally, you... oh dear. You look at the small bowl she has set so kindly on the counter; it is a fair shot too small, in your estimation. It cannot be any larger than a saucer, really. It hardly contains anything at all, really; the food is not even prepared, just a mess of ingredients haphazardly thrown together.
"Uh, Mystia..." Wriggle speaks up, giving you a concerned glance. "Are you sure that's enough? I mean, he was working when we got here, and... he doesn't look too good."
Miss Lorelei turns her nose up again.
"He's just a stupid dog. That's good enough for him."
You hardly want to complain about receiving any food at all, but you highly doubt this will fill you at all.
[ ] Raise a bit of a complaint. Even Miss Lorelei's friends seem to agree that this is not enough.
[ ] Smile and bear it. You would not want any of her friends to see her as having poor judgment.