rbshinichi
A Wordsmith
All of his doubt was lost in the limbo. Mika's mind was filled with a weird temptation of making fun of what is front of him. A cute little girl that has the power to control magic in its strongest form and to get a rowdy guild in line.
He stared blankly at Ophelia while blinking intensely, the disbelief was evident on his gaze. The cuteness from her words to how she said it was too much for Mikael, he couldn't do anything but to break out into a big grin. He raised his hand and slowly placed it over Ophelia's head. He started to gently pat it. "Cute. Cute. Cute."he uttered repeatedly while patting her head with a big grin on his face.
Like popping a bubble over his head, Mikael recovered from the bliss he was just in. "Pardon my rudeness, you're just overly cute."he said without a trace of regret on him. "Oh yeah, here's what I wanted to say." Mikael took out the small sheet of paper and showed it to her.
It was an ad for a job request. The job itself was rated an A class job. The paper read:
We need several teeth of the Wyverns from the white Moutain.
Reward : 150,000 joules
Counting on you.
"I would like to be a part of your congregation."his voice was serious and all the playful stares were now gone. Replaced by dedicated and motivated look on his face.
He stared blankly at Ophelia while blinking intensely, the disbelief was evident on his gaze. The cuteness from her words to how she said it was too much for Mikael, he couldn't do anything but to break out into a big grin. He raised his hand and slowly placed it over Ophelia's head. He started to gently pat it. "Cute. Cute. Cute."he uttered repeatedly while patting her head with a big grin on his face.
Like popping a bubble over his head, Mikael recovered from the bliss he was just in. "Pardon my rudeness, you're just overly cute."he said without a trace of regret on him. "Oh yeah, here's what I wanted to say." Mikael took out the small sheet of paper and showed it to her.
It was an ad for a job request. The job itself was rated an A class job. The paper read:
We need several teeth of the Wyverns from the white Moutain.
Reward : 150,000 joules
Counting on you.
"I would like to be a part of your congregation."his voice was serious and all the playful stares were now gone. Replaced by dedicated and motivated look on his face.