A Life With No Regrets

“Hmph. Just come over here. I desire to use your lap as my pillow. That will be a fair start.”

@gemmulier

“That’s...not something I need thanks for,” he told her. “I did what I needed to to be true to what I stand for.”

He didn’t feel the need to be thanked for that. It was not something he regretted, either.

“You better! And I will not be so easy to placate this time!”

“Of course I am! You just..left without saying anything! I’ve been worried about you, you dam fool.”

“Well, well. It’s my favorite Mongrel.”

“I gotta say, it’s a surprise to see ya round these parts, kid. Regardless, you can just keep calling me Lancer, if it makes ya happy. Some around call me Blue Lancer - or Cu Chulainn. But just Lancer is fine too.”

ass = waxed.

The pillow hits the unsuspecting lancer in the face and explodes into feathers from the force, knocking him on the ground.

“I’d be happy to! There’s even some games that are better if you’re playing with someone else, so I could probably start with one of those for you!” She squeaked when a monster took her last life. “Oh damn. Guess that’s a clue to put it up for now.”