Adol grins with mild hesitation. And some lust, I think.
"Yes, lets. What style are you favoring for the tournament?" Adol asks warmly.
"A normal right hand style for the most part with a slingshot as my ranged weapon. I use a personally crafted club style I call Spidercrawler Grip. It involves adjusting the grip and the place on the stick I use regularly for unique combos and attacks from any angle and range. While looking as cool as a guy who can do finger tricks with coins." I flirt proudly.
I show it off, playing with the shaft like a shaft rather than a sword. I do the swordsplay tricks, making it jump up and down my hand. Then making it push up and down my hand with my fingertips. And finally, I jerk it up and down like a cock while smirking flirtatiously.
He grins with awkward lust, he feels restrained cause we're in a crowd.
"You seem to have great hand-eye coordination." Adol says with warm affection.
"Thank you. Sooo... what are you doing beside Swordsplay? I like music, gaming, and reading mangas. And writing stories. By the way, Adol. My name is Jacob Machivelli Hemlock. My effeminate name is Machi, Jacob is the masculine name." I say warmly.
Adol puts a hand to his cheek, amused greatly. Then he puts it back down by his hip.
"So Machi. Wait, hold up. The line moved." Adol says warmly.
We move up in line.
"Do you have time to spare before the tournament?" I ask warmly.
"Enough for lunch." Adol says quickly.
Adol is braver than me, it seems. Is this what it's like dating a fuckboy or a real man? I can't decide as he grabs my hand and holds it before we're even officially a couple. I smile happily though as he does as well.
Then Adol is annoyed, and smacks me lightly upside the head.
"Machi, I remembered who Machivelli is. I hate that, don't be him. I hate villains like him. They always have annoying armies to deal with, let alone themselves." Adol says sternly, and annoyed.
"He's my vibe as a Politician though. I'm Machivellian for sure." I say warmly with pride that should hold guilt, but doesn't for him/herself.
"You're not, you're a stable boy or something." Adol teases warmly.
I giggle, amused with Adol's observation.
"I am a Janitor at a Medicine Lab and a Lunch Lady." I explain happily.
Adol looks amused and pleased with that.
"So can you teach me anything useful with that job's knowledge?" Adol asks warmly.
"To an extent, yes. Especially as I'm a test subject for them sometimes. It pays well, good bonuses." I say proudly.
Adol smiles and nods approvingly. Then starts feeling my right shoulder and arm up. I blush, aroused.
"What are you doing?" I ask, shy and warm.
"Checking your body. Your pills have made your muscles supple like a woman's or young man's despite your age and gender. You're around my age, 34 right?" Adol asks, analytical and warm.
"I'm 28 actually, why? Is it that weird?" I ask nervously.
"To a major extent, yes. Your muscles are younger than they should be still. You age like an elf to me." Adol says analytically.
We order our food. Adol gets two cheeseburgers fully loaded, with a baked potato and some fresh ramen. I get a philly cheese steak salad with teriyaki beef ramen and some french fries as my meal. Our food comes rather quickly, which makes Adol annoyed and paranoid. Which I like, it's cute when I'm not the one doing it.
"That gypsy woman was a psychic." Adol states, grumpy.
There was indeed a stereotypical gypsy woman in the shop. She even wore a purple poncho, and a spider web-like headcap that's pink, laced with a white web pattern.
"Let me guess. The outfit and how we got our food so fast gave it away?" I ask, warm and casual.
"Smart girl." Adol says lovingly.
The word 'Girl' hangs in my mind, and I sit in it happily. A loving grin on my face as I eat my ramen. After some food is in our stomachs but not all of it, Adol continues.
"Are you not alarmed by psychis?" Adol asks, annoyed and concerned.
"I just replay my 'Knife; rant in my head every time I deal with psychics." I say, nonchalant and quick.
"What's the book and the rant about?" Adol asks warmly.
He smiles at me, already amused with what could be going on in my head.
"Knife is a book about a world of psychics. In it, we deal with this concept. And I just tell people to go fuck themselves based on my thoughts. They shouldn't base me on my thoughts, they're too impulsive. They should base it on spoken word and actions. Especially actions." I rant, annoyed but quick like it's a repeated argument.
We exchange numbers and what not. We hug, and Adol is a pervert. He dares squeeze my fat ass. And I take the leap to kiss him. It's a nice kiss. Then we go our seperate ways after that.
The next day is the tournament. I fight some fuck named Mufasa. He uses punch daggers. I like the concept of a brawler swordsman versus myself. I could do it as well, but my arms aren't meant for fisticuffs as much anymore. Their durability is weakened in that style.
But not in swordplay. :3