Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

this is exactly how it will look when Rafik fails to roll in a conversation

"— Aiko Viresenser. A pleasure, Mr. Edin," the dwarf woman managed to introduce herself in turn, and then, upon reaching the end of the path, sat down on a bench and began waiting at the designated spot, curiously watching the bustling students.

The couple thanked the waiter and began to eat with their spoons.
“I was thinking…” Beata, with her mouth full, started drawing something on a napkin.
“Oh gods, she’s thinking… everyone, save yourselves,” Guyon sighed.
The adventuress shook her spoon at her companion and continued to sketch.
“Check this out!” she thrust the scribbled napkin under her companion’s nose.



“Gods, WHAT is that?!” he almost choked.
“Well, until they pass a law on modest clothing, I want to have some fun while I can! Have you seen an atelier around here?”
“No, and even if I had, I wouldn’t tell you! How did you come up with that?!”
“Well, I’ve been hanging around in the lands of the dark Lunarians a lot… you should know that.”
“Yes, thanks for reminding me! But do dark Lunarians have cat ears?!”
“No. It’s just a headband to make it look cuter. Everyone loves kittens!”
“And does the fabric of this… bodysuit have to be transparent?”
“Yes! Everyone should see my otherworldly beauty!”
“That’s why I think you’re not thinking like a normal person… Seriously, is that a bikini made of armor? Have you ever worn armor? Do you have any idea how it can chafe?”
“Well, if you line it with good leather on the inside…”
“Forget it. And what about orthopedic shoes with stilettos! Have you thought about how you’ll hobble around in them?”
“Pfft, I’m a circus performer. You forgot?”
“You’ll forget soon… I have a daily circus with clowns with you.”
“You’re just jealous. You didn’t come up with anything.”
“I can!” Guyon took the napkin and pencil and started sketching. Beata shrugged and started eating her lukewarm borscht.
After a while, he solemnly handed her the napkin, which was drawn on the back.
“Here!”



“Pfft, ha-ha, what is this?”
“What? I think it’s quite cute. A very pretty outfit.”
“And how am I supposed to jump on roofs and climb over fences in that? I’ll get tangled up after three steps!”
“You won’t get tangled, I checked…”
“You complained that you got tangled.”
“Well, not that much! See! I think you’ll look very cute in that!”
“Especially with that neckline, right?” Beata pointed sarcastically at a part of the drawing.
“My hand slipped, okay?!” Guyon blushed and tried to draw a more modest blouse under the laughter of his companion.
After a hearty lunch, the couple paid and went to “Chronos” (I don’t remember if anyone was there?)

- Come on! No one but me is watching! And I won't tell anyone)

— Young people, — a familiar head appeared from around the corner.

— Allow me to comment on your works. The young man did a very good job. A very feminine image, it immediately appeals to all masculine sensibilities, it could be a bride or a daughter. The only thing is, you should remove the neckline. As for you, young lady... it's all very sad. If I had a little more free time, I would very much like to talk to your parents. Take an example from the young man... Well, I won't interfere with the young people, all the best.

He leaves again.

- Well, this is... - Nihonka said thoughtfully, unable to find a way to comment on what she saw. - I think I came at the wrong time... - she finally managed to say.

This is exactly what it will look like when Rafik fails to pull off a clever remark in a conversation.

— I need this... I need a target. Well, for the spell.

The gnome got up from the bench in advance when she saw the headmistress.
"Wow," Ayko thought from afar. "Maybe I was too quick to call that woman Sisyandra; this sorceress will give that mercenary a run for her money..."
A polite curtsy. The angle made it a little difficult to see the face of this stunning woman, but what could you do.

— It is an honor for me, and the fact that I have vocal cords is essentially a minor achievement; I was just lucky. Besides, as I heard, this has suddenly caused you a lot of unpleasant work, and I regret that. If I could help in any way, just say so...

Under Guyon Beata's facepalm, she showed an uncultured gesture at his retreating back and made a face.
 - A boor and a bore! - she delivered her verdict.
 - You should listen. What if they actually accept? We need a plan B for such cases.
 - I always have a plan B ready!
 - No, I mean a different plan B.
 - Fine, you got me. We're already facing the prospect of trouble with the law, and I suspect we'll be here for a long time.
The pair continued their way to "Chronos".

- Hmm, let's do it now... - Nishenet took off his beautiful outfit of an evil aristocrat and, remaining in his underwear, began to build a small target out of sand. - Okay, here it is, ready.

— It feels a bit awkward to speak after all the effort, but... I need a living target.

— What happened today isn't as terrible as it might seem, judging by the reaction of many teachers and other academy staff. This man, Dionysus, is a journalist for the news publication "Zarya," located in the city's business district. He's a decent guy, but he really loves taking pictures of female students in their natural environment, which many people don't appreciate.