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 “O-Oh, I, um-”

“My mother…?” She froze, that was… a touchy spot for her. Avoiding eye-contact, Genny attempted to walk away.  “I-I’m sorry, I’ll le-leave now…”

Thunk. Miss.

Thunk. Miss.

Thunk. Miss.

Python was aware of his hit rate. Very aware in fact. So aware that when a poorly aimed arrow lodged itself in Mycen’s tooshie, he knew it was time to change. That, and the fact that Mycen threatened to shave off Python’s wonderful hair. “Screw that old bastard...” Python murmured and knocked back another arrow. “Aiiiim... Fire!” He muttered lackluster. The arrow soar through the air, the suns rays glimmering off the arrows point...

And then it went straight into the bushes, provoking a scream from the area.

Someday, Python was gonna shove his dirty, smelly, disgusting socks into Forsyth’s mouth. Maybe that’ll shut him up. Or at least kill his taste buds. But before it comes to that, might as well just lodge a complaint.

This... was not how Python planned his vacation. He wanted to spend his vacation in isolation, away from Forsyth and his constant nagging. “Go to the island of Novis!” Lukas had said. “It’s a beautiful place!” Well damn that ginger stud to hell. The island was small and reeked of seagull shit, and it’s only striking attraction was the priory. Yeah, maybe it was time to go home and kick Lukas in the face.

  “Th-That’s not very nice…”