[ It is somewhat disappointing to learn just how bad Blanc is at being a sugar daddy. Clothes? Check. Bed and board? Check? Weapon? Check. Money? That’s where things start to fall apart. Answers to what is going on and why Toma has been dragged from the comforts of his home in order to fight some war in a world he wasn’t part of before? A little less than a vague shrug and the standard explanation.
He’d like a refund.
Which he unfortunately won’t be getting and what’s left to do is to tackle the first issue at hand. That being the lack of colle. It’s a good thing that Toma’s already used to working so when one of the shopkeepers asks him if he wants to earn a little extra, he wastes no time and jumps on it.
Polishing armor isn’t too different from washing dishes. The smell of the wooden floor is nostalgic to Toma so when the doorbell tinkles, he immediately lifts his head to smile at whoever just came in.
And greets them with a well practised 'Welcome back, Master!' or ‘Welcome home, Mistress!’
...Old habits die hard? ]
two
[ Toma’s breath leaves him in short, quick puffs as he lowers himself to hide behind a tree. This is madness, pure madness. He doesn’t know much about other Heroes yet but aside from traditional archery classes, Toma has no battle experience whatsoever. And being tossed straight into the cold water (or rather, hot jungle) isn’t going to endear the entire matter of the war to him. At all.
Whiners don’t get very far in life though.
So Toma takes a deep breath and pushes himself back up. The bite wound on the back of his upper arm throbs in time with his heartbeat. Sweat trickles down his temple which he wipes away with hasty fingers.
He can’t stay here and hide forever. He has spiders to hunt down and who knows - Maybe someone out there is in some dire need of backup? ]
wildcard! Or tell me what you want, what you really, really want.
Toma | ota!
[ It is somewhat disappointing to learn just how bad Blanc is at being a sugar daddy. Clothes? Check. Bed and board? Check? Weapon? Check. Money? That’s where things start to fall apart. Answers to what is going on and why Toma has been dragged from the comforts of his home in order to fight some war in a world he wasn’t part of before? A little less than a vague shrug and the standard explanation.
He’d like a refund.
Which he unfortunately won’t be getting and what’s left to do is to tackle the first issue at hand. That being the lack of colle. It’s a good thing that Toma’s already used to working so when one of the shopkeepers asks him if he wants to earn a little extra, he wastes no time and jumps on it.
Polishing armor isn’t too different from washing dishes. The smell of the wooden floor is nostalgic to Toma so when the doorbell tinkles, he immediately lifts his head to smile at whoever just came in.
And greets them with a well practised 'Welcome back, Master!' or ‘Welcome home, Mistress!’
...Old habits die hard? ]
two
[ Toma’s breath leaves him in short, quick puffs as he lowers himself to hide behind a tree. This is madness, pure madness. He doesn’t know much about other Heroes yet but aside from traditional archery classes, Toma has no battle experience whatsoever. And being tossed straight into the cold water (or rather, hot jungle) isn’t going to endear the entire matter of the war to him. At all.
Whiners don’t get very far in life though.
So Toma takes a deep breath and pushes himself back up. The bite wound on the back of his upper arm throbs in time with his heartbeat. Sweat trickles down his temple which he wipes away with hasty fingers.
He can’t stay here and hide forever. He has spiders to hunt down and who knows - Maybe someone out there is in some dire need of backup? ]
wildcard!
Or tell me what you want, what you really, really want.