The Black Knight
One Thousand Club
Gerran did not know how right he was. Hiro saw many interesting qualities in Locke that were contrary to his own and his beliefs. His reckless and unorthodox behavior made him slightly jealous. If only Hiro could behave similarly, but his strict upbringing made it impossible even if he tried to fake it. Being around Locke gave him that feeling of freedom. It was entertaining, and at times absolutely embarrassing.
As Gerran and Rafa both made observations of their relationship, Hiro and Locke said nothing. They didn't like discussing knowing each other for a long time when Shaia was no longer in the picture. It was touchy for she had been an irreplaceable member of their group. Hiro had finished his meal and enjoyed the company and conversation, while also watching Locke try to clear the table.
The sellsword had slowed down. Beneath his helm, Hiro's fox-like ears raised curiously. It didn't look like he would succeed. Locke closed his eyes tight and sat back in his seat, which made Hiro feel suddenly uncomfortable. If Locke puked across the table, then he was going to kill him. Locke opened his eyes. His cheeks were still round with food.
"I'm so full that I can't even swallow my food," he explained. No; Locke chose to do much worse than vomit. His hands went to the strings of his trousers to loosen them, giving his stuffed belly more room to comfortably distend. Melody returned from the kitchen at the worst moment in history. She was drying her hands on her apron after washing dishes and she smiled happily to see that other patrons had joined the table.
"How is every-"
Hiro's face paled in that moment in time when he watched Locke lean to one ass cheek, his other raised in Melody's direction. If only he had the power to freeze time, then he would have saved himself and poor Melody. Locke executed his most lethal attack since he sucked with a blade. The loud and long fart was without shame or secrecy. It had silenced Melody. Her words might have fled into her throat along with conserved oxygen before the noxious heat wave followed. Unfortunately, her mouth had been open and Hiro didn't even want to imagine what that could have implicated.
With the decrease in intestinal pressure, Locke was able to finally swallow his food as he straightened in his seat. The remaining gas surged up into his mouth and exploded forth in a heavy belch. With a relieved sigh, the sellsword patted his stomach and said proudly, "Aah, I think I made room for dessert."
Hiro's hand was clamped over his nose as usual whenever Locke decided to assault it with his bodily odors. He kicked Locke beneath the table making the sellsword jump.
"Agh! What the gravy!" Locke shouted and glared daggers at Hiro. "Your little nose bothered? Too bad! It's human nature!"
He then saw Hiro's eyes dart to the right. Locke glanced to his left and glimpsed Melody standing there with a mixed look of mortification, revulsion, and maybe even violation on her face. His blue eyes carelessly darted back to Hiro.
"So wha-ooh…" Realization slapped Locke in the back of his skull. Had she been standing there when he...he saw Hiro nodding as though the kitsune knew what Locke was wondering. Locke's own face paled then. They were going to lose her for sure now! Damn it!
Locke blushed madly as he turned to Melody and attempted his pathetic apology, "Heee~y; were you there the entire time? Sorry about that that was really bad timing…" He then broke in shame dropping to his knees before her in a bow. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you! I didn't know you were there! I'm sorry!"
Melody slowly turned her back to him and started heading to the kitchen without a sound. Hiro painfully watched as Locke crawled after her, continuing to beg while flashing his plumber's crack due to his loosened pants at everyone.
"Wait! Don't run. I mean it. I'll do anything!"
He grabbed the skirts of her dress in two tight fists, and then a loud tear sounded throughout the bar. Several mouths fell in that moment. Locke froze in shock, clutching what was the back skirts of Melody's work gown. Her creamy legs up to her round, white panty-covered bottom were revealed to the entire tavern. Melody stiffened as she felt the cold air racing along her legs. Her hands immediately went to clap over her bottom; her left leg raised like a horse and she kicked back to drive the heel of her slipper into Locke's face; while screaming as though her innocents were violated.
Hiro had to put an end to the disaster for he feared the hole Locke was digging had no bottom. He raced over to Locke as his head was rocking back from Melody's kick. Hiro's palm clapped over Locke's face and he slammed the back of his head against the floor. He then snatched the cloth from his hands and used it to cover Melody as he quickly escorted her back into the kitchen. Hiro then marched back over to Locke as he was grasping the back of his head and baring his teeth in pain.
"Shit! There goes my recruitment pitch!" Locke panicked.
"You...I am at a loss of words. You are just a fool," Hiro told him.
"Do you think I still gotta chance?"
"Will Nouvellen and Finnell have a fourth child?"
"What? You're speaking riddles at a time like this?"
"No Locke. Absolutely not."
Locke overheard the old man asking about magic tricks. He had been annoying all evening demanding for ale and now attention. Locke irritably yelled, "Nobody cares about your stupid magic tricks Grandpa! How about you make yourself disappear?!"
As Gerran and Rafa both made observations of their relationship, Hiro and Locke said nothing. They didn't like discussing knowing each other for a long time when Shaia was no longer in the picture. It was touchy for she had been an irreplaceable member of their group. Hiro had finished his meal and enjoyed the company and conversation, while also watching Locke try to clear the table.
The sellsword had slowed down. Beneath his helm, Hiro's fox-like ears raised curiously. It didn't look like he would succeed. Locke closed his eyes tight and sat back in his seat, which made Hiro feel suddenly uncomfortable. If Locke puked across the table, then he was going to kill him. Locke opened his eyes. His cheeks were still round with food.
"I'm so full that I can't even swallow my food," he explained. No; Locke chose to do much worse than vomit. His hands went to the strings of his trousers to loosen them, giving his stuffed belly more room to comfortably distend. Melody returned from the kitchen at the worst moment in history. She was drying her hands on her apron after washing dishes and she smiled happily to see that other patrons had joined the table.
"How is every-"
Hiro's face paled in that moment in time when he watched Locke lean to one ass cheek, his other raised in Melody's direction. If only he had the power to freeze time, then he would have saved himself and poor Melody. Locke executed his most lethal attack since he sucked with a blade. The loud and long fart was without shame or secrecy. It had silenced Melody. Her words might have fled into her throat along with conserved oxygen before the noxious heat wave followed. Unfortunately, her mouth had been open and Hiro didn't even want to imagine what that could have implicated.
With the decrease in intestinal pressure, Locke was able to finally swallow his food as he straightened in his seat. The remaining gas surged up into his mouth and exploded forth in a heavy belch. With a relieved sigh, the sellsword patted his stomach and said proudly, "Aah, I think I made room for dessert."
Hiro's hand was clamped over his nose as usual whenever Locke decided to assault it with his bodily odors. He kicked Locke beneath the table making the sellsword jump.
"Agh! What the gravy!" Locke shouted and glared daggers at Hiro. "Your little nose bothered? Too bad! It's human nature!"
He then saw Hiro's eyes dart to the right. Locke glanced to his left and glimpsed Melody standing there with a mixed look of mortification, revulsion, and maybe even violation on her face. His blue eyes carelessly darted back to Hiro.
"So wha-ooh…" Realization slapped Locke in the back of his skull. Had she been standing there when he...he saw Hiro nodding as though the kitsune knew what Locke was wondering. Locke's own face paled then. They were going to lose her for sure now! Damn it!
Locke blushed madly as he turned to Melody and attempted his pathetic apology, "Heee~y; were you there the entire time? Sorry about that that was really bad timing…" He then broke in shame dropping to his knees before her in a bow. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you! I didn't know you were there! I'm sorry!"
Melody slowly turned her back to him and started heading to the kitchen without a sound. Hiro painfully watched as Locke crawled after her, continuing to beg while flashing his plumber's crack due to his loosened pants at everyone.
"Wait! Don't run. I mean it. I'll do anything!"
He grabbed the skirts of her dress in two tight fists, and then a loud tear sounded throughout the bar. Several mouths fell in that moment. Locke froze in shock, clutching what was the back skirts of Melody's work gown. Her creamy legs up to her round, white panty-covered bottom were revealed to the entire tavern. Melody stiffened as she felt the cold air racing along her legs. Her hands immediately went to clap over her bottom; her left leg raised like a horse and she kicked back to drive the heel of her slipper into Locke's face; while screaming as though her innocents were violated.
Hiro had to put an end to the disaster for he feared the hole Locke was digging had no bottom. He raced over to Locke as his head was rocking back from Melody's kick. Hiro's palm clapped over Locke's face and he slammed the back of his head against the floor. He then snatched the cloth from his hands and used it to cover Melody as he quickly escorted her back into the kitchen. Hiro then marched back over to Locke as he was grasping the back of his head and baring his teeth in pain.
"Shit! There goes my recruitment pitch!" Locke panicked.
"You...I am at a loss of words. You are just a fool," Hiro told him.
"Do you think I still gotta chance?"
"Will Nouvellen and Finnell have a fourth child?"
"What? You're speaking riddles at a time like this?"
"No Locke. Absolutely not."
Locke overheard the old man asking about magic tricks. He had been annoying all evening demanding for ale and now attention. Locke irritably yelled, "Nobody cares about your stupid magic tricks Grandpa! How about you make yourself disappear?!"