So many monsters that they were getting repetitive. Joren was now getting familiar with the place as he tried to stay calm.
'I've already t a talking, hovering, threatening, knife-wielding, and system-wanna-be dried fish. At least these guys, I'm familiar with them... from legends and fiction, that is.'
"Good thing that you're not getting intimidated by them any longer?" Scarlett asked after glancing at him.
"Actually, instead, they're getting intimidated by you...?" she arched an eyebrow.
Joren didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this remark.
Joren looked around to see whose sound that ca from. It was very clear as if inside his... head.
'Oh, yeah... but where is that fish.' he wanted to roll his eyes.
He felt sothing wiggle in his crotch.
"..."
"THE FUCK!?" Joren shouted taking everyone in shock. The monsters were retreating back from his shout while Scarlett turned to him with a frown.
the fish's head peeks out from his zipper.
Joren wanted to find two cats right to fight over this fish so that it will die a miserable death!
"What is it this ti? Are you going to do sothing stupid again!?" Scarlett blushed as she recalled what happened earlier. Will the sa pattern happen again?
Joren imdiately stopped looking at his zipper for Scarlett not to follow his line of sight. Unfortunately, he still has his hands handcuffed, there is no way he could close his zipper.
It wiggled once again making him have the most uncomfortable ti in his day.
"N-nothing..."
"This again." Scarlett rolled her eyes, "If you do anything, you see these monsters there?" she pointed.
"They're going to beat up?"
"No, they're going to call the security."
"Oh... I don't bla you for not trusting but I have my hands cuffed, right?"
At that mont, Joren realized that he had done a fatal move.
'She's going to take a look at my hands and see my opened zipper!'
To save himself, he bowed down, covering what he wants to hide the most while showing his hands still cuffed.
"See?"
"Ugh... y-yeah..." Scarlett showed a weirded-out expression before continued on walking.
Joren wanted to drop on his knees and cry.
'What did I do to deserve this!?'
'What kind of a dick is wiggling!?'
A nerve popped out of Joren's forehead.
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