Ugh Teresa was slowly getting tired of these errands. She had promised herself to take it easy and start of by doing a number of D ranked quest to get back into things. It had been a very long time since she had to work for her money, but this was slowly getting ridiculous. All she had been doing was fetch things or look for things. She had already retrieved puppies, a passport and god who knows. Now he was trying to find a stupid cat for some old lady. Why was actually not even old. Teresa would die for the chance to be anywhere below a hundred again. To be spry as a spring chicken once more.
“I swear this is the last time I am doing a fetch quest… five thousand jewels barely cover my drinking bill for a week… and that is with the guild discount… ten hours travelling… find a fucking cat!” Teresa kept grumbling as she walked through the village, occasionally looking under a cart or in an alleyway.
She was just doing enough to keep up appearances, while Claud, her guild mate, was looking at the other side of the town. She did appreciate the mans enthusiasm and willingness to help her. It did not help him sleep with her though. In general Teresa preferred man a bit older, but more manly and definitely being able to count to their own IQ was a pre. Granted not being able to count to your IQ could theoretically be a compliment, but in this case it was definitely not.
Also as expected the man managed to screw up the most simplistic tasks. All Claud had to do was find the kitty and chase it towards Teresa. She was just about to light a cigarette when she heard a blood defying scream and before she even recognized the voice, she already knew who it belonged to. “Goddamnit blue balled Scotsman roasting on a fucking flame straight out of tartarus own ass!” She cursed loudly and dashed through the nearby alley in the direction the scream had come from.
Long story short, Teresa found claud lying on the ground bleeding from what must have been at least a thousand scratches. Luckily the cat that had done it had used a moment to admire it’s work and too late noticed the silver eyed witch and soon found itself caught by the witches kekkai.
A few hours later, after having delivered the cat to it’s rightful owner and fixing up Claud -in that specific order- Teres found herself already on the way back home. Her long silver blond hair swayed gently in the wind as she was sitting on the passenger seat of the coach lady Chu had kindly loaned her. The money was safely in her pocket and Claud was moaning inside.
That night, long after arriving and drinking herself in a stupor, Teresa slowly dragged herself up the stairs of the complex she was renting an apartment in. Immediately Awol, her fat cat, jumped up against her. Now Teresa was already slosh full of alcohol and tired to boot, so when the cat hit her with force, she could do nothing but giggle and fall backwards.
“Stupid… cats…!” She mumbled as Awol was already digging in, trying to squirm its fat head in its favorite place.
WC: 530
“I swear this is the last time I am doing a fetch quest… five thousand jewels barely cover my drinking bill for a week… and that is with the guild discount… ten hours travelling… find a fucking cat!” Teresa kept grumbling as she walked through the village, occasionally looking under a cart or in an alleyway.
She was just doing enough to keep up appearances, while Claud, her guild mate, was looking at the other side of the town. She did appreciate the mans enthusiasm and willingness to help her. It did not help him sleep with her though. In general Teresa preferred man a bit older, but more manly and definitely being able to count to their own IQ was a pre. Granted not being able to count to your IQ could theoretically be a compliment, but in this case it was definitely not.
Also as expected the man managed to screw up the most simplistic tasks. All Claud had to do was find the kitty and chase it towards Teresa. She was just about to light a cigarette when she heard a blood defying scream and before she even recognized the voice, she already knew who it belonged to. “Goddamnit blue balled Scotsman roasting on a fucking flame straight out of tartarus own ass!” She cursed loudly and dashed through the nearby alley in the direction the scream had come from.
Long story short, Teresa found claud lying on the ground bleeding from what must have been at least a thousand scratches. Luckily the cat that had done it had used a moment to admire it’s work and too late noticed the silver eyed witch and soon found itself caught by the witches kekkai.
A few hours later, after having delivered the cat to it’s rightful owner and fixing up Claud -in that specific order- Teres found herself already on the way back home. Her long silver blond hair swayed gently in the wind as she was sitting on the passenger seat of the coach lady Chu had kindly loaned her. The money was safely in her pocket and Claud was moaning inside.
That night, long after arriving and drinking herself in a stupor, Teresa slowly dragged herself up the stairs of the complex she was renting an apartment in. Immediately Awol, her fat cat, jumped up against her. Now Teresa was already slosh full of alcohol and tired to boot, so when the cat hit her with force, she could do nothing but giggle and fall backwards.
“Stupid… cats…!” She mumbled as Awol was already digging in, trying to squirm its fat head in its favorite place.
WC: 530
