Post by Star Fall on Dec 14, 2017 11:50:53 GMT
Max!pR.BaFF/uk 9 Feb 2016 7:25:49 PM No.41250570>>41252870
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>A sigh left him as he picked up the third bottle of Blitzade from the shelf, staring at the slightly glowing blue bubbles rising as it moved. Carbonated drinks weren't all that good for you and shoving these down his throat wasn't going to complement the workouts that had been thrust upon him, but damn it all he needed some comfort food.
>Trying to scrounge together some D-rank missions for cash whilst dealing with Riest's sudden incessant need to bother him all the time had really put him in a poor mood, not to mention that church incident from before. All the while, he still felt like he'd made almost no progress toward his goal, which he'd been battling with for a little while now.
>Every time he tried, he'd end up having to be fixed and having his gear repaired, and none of it would even matter. Sure, the first few times in the early months it got Janet's attention, but since then nothing he'd tried had worked, and it was starting to really bother him. Was he really just so weak it wasn't worth acknowledging his existence?
>He had met that Hikage girl from the Basilisks before, she was nice enough, but she wasn't particularly easy to find or talk to. Riest wasn't the kind of person to show sympathy for personal issues, or so he assumed, so Max hadn't bothered to tell him anything. Logan, who he usually pestered for advice because the guy didn't have anything better to do, had been gone for a surprisingly long time, and though Elias had seemed nice enough, he was gone too.
>Which left him with very few, if any, people to really talk to. But hey, who needed live company when you had lots of sugar and some things to tinker with, right?
... I really ought to buy some actual meals. Even I'm not dumb enough to think I can subsist on soda.
>And so he turned, a small basket in hand, passing a few coins to the market stall vendor before moving onward, looking around for where he might find some fruit or vegetables. They made for decent snacks, and even if he didn't trust himself cooking, he could get larger meals from the guild cafeteria when he needed to.
Who knows, maybe after this I could go home and rethink my life. It'd probably beat being in this dump...
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>A sigh left him as he picked up the third bottle of Blitzade from the shelf, staring at the slightly glowing blue bubbles rising as it moved. Carbonated drinks weren't all that good for you and shoving these down his throat wasn't going to complement the workouts that had been thrust upon him, but damn it all he needed some comfort food.
>Trying to scrounge together some D-rank missions for cash whilst dealing with Riest's sudden incessant need to bother him all the time had really put him in a poor mood, not to mention that church incident from before. All the while, he still felt like he'd made almost no progress toward his goal, which he'd been battling with for a little while now.
>Every time he tried, he'd end up having to be fixed and having his gear repaired, and none of it would even matter. Sure, the first few times in the early months it got Janet's attention, but since then nothing he'd tried had worked, and it was starting to really bother him. Was he really just so weak it wasn't worth acknowledging his existence?
>He had met that Hikage girl from the Basilisks before, she was nice enough, but she wasn't particularly easy to find or talk to. Riest wasn't the kind of person to show sympathy for personal issues, or so he assumed, so Max hadn't bothered to tell him anything. Logan, who he usually pestered for advice because the guy didn't have anything better to do, had been gone for a surprisingly long time, and though Elias had seemed nice enough, he was gone too.
>Which left him with very few, if any, people to really talk to. But hey, who needed live company when you had lots of sugar and some things to tinker with, right?
... I really ought to buy some actual meals. Even I'm not dumb enough to think I can subsist on soda.
>And so he turned, a small basket in hand, passing a few coins to the market stall vendor before moving onward, looking around for where he might find some fruit or vegetables. They made for decent snacks, and even if he didn't trust himself cooking, he could get larger meals from the guild cafeteria when he needed to.
Who knows, maybe after this I could go home and rethink my life. It'd probably beat being in this dump...