forum “A quest? You’ve gotta be kidding me.” One on One/ fantasy-romance

Started June 21, 2021 by @cryptic-glitch

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"See? Just like that, you're about to explode." They folded its hands and set them on the table.

"Anyone ever tell ya you're an irritating bastard?" She asked, voice a low hiss, like an open propane tank.

“I make it my business to ignore such comments. And to be frank, you should too. Otherwise, someone tells you that you’ve got toilet paper on your shoe and boom, incinerated.”

"How about you stop worrying about me, yeah?" She snapped, getting up so she could throw away her garbage.

"It has come to my attention that it's sort of now my job to worry about you, since we're going to be 'comrades' for the next while." Crispin hopped up onto Simon's shoulder protectively.

"You are under no fucking obligation to worry about me, especially on anything beyond this quest." She said, starting to walk away.

"Alright then," Simon said softly. "Look, it isn't my business if you want to get yourself killed. I was attempting to be somewhat kind to you."

"I'll be perfectly fucking fine, thank you." She said, going to throw her garbage out. She went to sit back down, hair falling back in her face.

"Fine. So the quest will just suck, and we won't get along, and possibly kill each other in the process."

"Fucking sounds like it." She hissed, half glaring at it.

"I doubt that you'll be the one who survives, in that case," Simon said, and got up. "See you tomorrow."
They went back to its room, and began picking out clothes and folding them neatly, placing them in a duffel bag on the floor.

Coraline flipped it off as it walked away, quietly cursing it out before getting up so she could pack herself.

Simon completed packing clothes and then began tucking socks and underwear in the bag, as well as a hairbrush and deodorant. It pulled its spare knives from the safe in its drawer and put them in the bag, along with a whetstone. It sat for a moment and thought about what else to pack, then added a few extra items and zipped the bag, and put it in the back of its closet.

Coraline walked into her dorm, flipping on the light. It was a little messy, but not exactly a disaster. She grabbed a duffle bag and put it on her bed, catching the interest of a dosing Inky, who walked over to her owner. Coraline smiled, scratching the kitten's head before she started grabbing clothes, shoving them into her bag, quietly humming She-Wolf to herself, gathering a few toiletries and putting them in a smaller bag before packing it away.

Simon sat on its bed, laying down and watching the ceiling with zero interest. "Crispin, I don't think I can take much more of this Coraline."
Crispin squawked his agreement.
"I don't think we'll survive very long, which is a shame."

Coraline grabbed her headphones, putting on her music and picking up Inky. "This Simon fucker is gonna be the death of me, Inky." She said, sitting down on her bed.
Inky meowed, snuggling into her owner's arms.
Coraline smiled, kissing her little head. "We'll get through it, right? Maybe mom and dad will like me a little better if I find the Sextant."

Simon got up at 12:30 and grabbed its school books, going to history class, Crispin taking up his normal post at the front of its desk. It pulled out paper and wrote its name at the top, along with the date.

Coraline sighed softly. She didn't want to go back to class. At all. She rolled over, laying on her side, Inky curled up next to her. She had been good that day, she could miss one class.

Simon sat and took notes, and turned them in at the end of the hour, then went to English class and went through the same routine.

Coraline eventually pulled herself out of bed, deciding to at least go to English class. Mainly because it was the one teacher that seemed to get actually worried when she didn't show up to class. She yawned, letting Inky curl up in her jacket pocket and grabbing her book bag before heading down.

Simon watched as Coraline entered the class with muted amusement. It shot her a sly look, then returned to looking at the board.

Coraline glared slightly, quickly flipping it off before taking her seat. She sat down, digging out a battered notebook and letting Inky crawl into her lap.

Simon hid a smile, stroking Crispin's dark feathers. It was certainly not the most obnoxious thing Coraline had encountered, and yet with just a look, it could get on her nerves.

Coraline pointedly made an effort not to look in its direction, instead looking up at the teacher as they started class. She did actually somewhat enjoy English class. Reading and analyzing was more interesting than listening to lectures or doing equations, and managed to hold her attention.

Simon sighed, feeling bored. Finally, class ended and it went back to its room, starting its homework with its favorite pen, sitting in the chair with its legs pulled up to its chest. It finished its homework and put it in their respective folders, then climbed into bed, waiting for the dinner bell to ring.