Terrible Terrorists

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Sei must’ve had the ability to speak. Imai had begun noticing how silent that the little, pink alien was and began asking himself the obvious question; what exactly was Sei? Was Sei a special type of alien? What type of alien, then? Where exactly did Sei come from? Sei just fell from the sky and found him one day, there was nothing more extraordinary about their first encounter. Truly, this little creature was the biggest mystery in his life… that and why he was still a single.

Man, Imai needed a hobby. A proper hobby to distract him from his issues in life, but… well, he kind of saw ogling as a hobby. Who could blame him? All the women in the guild were top-tier wife material - safe the little monstrosity that was Mai. He doubted that she would ever find a husband who could be patient with her attitude and behavior.

While darting his eyes deep into Sei’s, the latter being oblivious to Imai’s focus and commitment to make the creature speak via improvised use of psychic prowess, he heard his name called up. ‘Ace Imai’ was repeated, and he rose up on his feet in response. “Present!” he responded to the voice, and if he wasn’t wrong, then that voice belonged to…

*thud!*

Sybil!

“Oh, ‘sup there,” he greeted her, his face turning to look over his back where she bumped into him, “You called?”

WC: 239

Hmh, it was getting crowded, that was for sure… he could feel that Sybil was having trouble staying by his side, or well, by his back. He smoothly attempted to make space for both of them, but people had to go to and fro and had things to do, y’know? Rush hour in the inn, nobody held authority over that rule. Although, watching her clutch onto him like that was nonetheless adorable…

Of course, rush hour ended this soon. Pft!

Okay, nevermind. There was a matter at hand; Sybil was holding a bunch of notices in her hands, notably high-ranked quests that she likely wanted to take. That explained the most already; she was in need of a capable Ace’s hand like Imai’s to accompany her for one reason or another. She soon explained so in a stuttering voice, how her magic focused on support and all. She even remembered his little proclamation… hopefully, he could live up to her expectations if he joined her.

“Uh, hehe… I guess I did say that,” he replied while nervously scratching the back of his head. If Gaia or Kenna or Itori would’ve heard that, or Luna or Victoria or Samira or, dare I say, Mai, then he would suffer either the wrath of rebuke, a bonk to the head or a full-blown bloodbath.

“Well, I don’t have anything else to do right now. Count me in!” he gladly exclaimed to her with a big thumbs-up, “So, what quest should we take first? Have you checked them through… uh… S-Sybil…?”

Sei, you monster. You completely grabbed her attention! The pink alien eyed her with its big, round eyes, full of innocence and stealing Imai’s spotlight. It was eager to grant her wish and immediately flew into her embrace, its long and pink tail flaying around in joy.

“Oh, that’s just Sei. He likes hugs… and attention… and girls,” Imai informed her with a sulking voice, “He’s, uh… I mean… I don’t even know Sei’s gender; all I know is that Sei’s from space. He, I mean… uh, Sei should do well with us. Can do lotsa support stuff, just like you.”

WC: 358
TWC: 597