《Advent Noion》11 - fetter frock
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Advent Noion
11
the first man throws his cards down onto the floor, "gah! i'm bored of watchin them, they ain't goin anywhere!"
the second man neatly gathers the cards, looking to fablio, "should we return to the others?"
fablio holds flowers in front of her face, "what good fortune to be reunited, at such an opportune time, too!"
she looks away from fablio, digusted, "ewh, stop that!"
the first man slaps the second man on the back, smirking at fablio, "look at that dope over there!"
fablio pushes the flowers further into her face, "why, my love? did fate not bring us together once again for-"
the second man yells to fablio, laughing, "ha! come on fablio, stop playing around!"
fablio frowns, whispering into her ear, "tonight, my love, we will express our love to another and-"
fablio's companions drag him away, as he shouts to her, "toniggghtt!"
the trio leaves, shutting the door to the cavern, leaving them alone in the dark, their feet and neck tightly bound with rope around a large column of stone spanning the floor to ceiling.
silence.
he asks her, curious, "what about tonight?"
she grimaces, "we just need to escape before then."
he coughs, "kah! why did we enter this place? it was-"
she jokingly pokes his side, "at least our hands are free."
-
she pulls a cigarette from her sleeve, placing it into her mouth, "... is probably what that guy is thinking."
he groans, "ugh, so that's what he meant by tonight..."
she draws a lighter out from underneath her frock, lighting her mouth, "yeah, that's why we need to escape by then."
he nods understandably, staring at her cigarette, "if only we had some-"
silence.
he grabs at her cigarette, angrily, "what! you had your lighter this whole time-"
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she tries pulling away, he knocks it to the floor, "hey, stop! ahh! that was my last one!
he sighs, "ah. you idiot, just burn through the rope!"
she grumbles, "ugh! fine, fine."
silence.
he nudges her, "uh, what are you waiting for?"
she looks to him, "you... knocked the lighter out of my hand..."
silence.
he looks grimly to the floor, "is that so?"
she nods, "yeah."
he awkwardly looks away, "oh. uh, sorry."
she pushes him, "yeah, way to go! now what?"
he looks resentfully to her, "why didn't you use it earlier when we were stuck in the trap?"
she nervously looks away, "my arms weren't able to reach it! they were stuck facing outside-"
he pushes her, "what! i could have reached it for you!"
she laughs, nervously shaking her head, "ha, no."
he asks suspiciously, "why not?"
she blushes, "eh? i'm not telling you!"
he shakes with rage, "you idiot!"
she looks to her feet, "just trust me! you wouldn't have reached for it anyway."
he tries grabbing her frock, "trust you? look where that got us! where was it? what else do you have!"
she looks to him, laughing, "ha! fiiiine! it was in my underwear, alright? i don't have anything else."
he looks away, embarassed, "oh."
silence.
he asks her, curious, "why was it there?"
she looks down, "this stupid frock doesn't have pockets! what am i supposed to do?"
he looks away, "uh, i would have still reached for it, you know?"
she smirks, "gross, i wouldn't let you."
he points to her, accusingly, "ha! what? says the person who once clung onto me, naked, begging for my-"
a small voice interrupts him, "ew! what are you talking about?"
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he looks to the open door, "that voice! could it be-"
she laughs, peering into the darkness, "haha, aufri? is that you?"
aufri takes off the shawl, "ha! you didn't see me, because i was invisible!"
he sees his shawl, "hey, that's mine! how-"
she looks to aufri, happy, "how did you find us?"
aufri sits down, "i never went home. i was spying on you all along, master!"
she grimaces, "eh, you little creep-"
he interrupts, "sorry, but can you just help us out here?"
she shouts at aufri, "oh, hey! search the floor for my lighter so we can escape!"
aufri smiles, "i'll do it-"
she happily points nearby her feet, "great! it's somewhere around-"
aufri grins evilly, "for your panties!"
she grinds her teeth, smiling madly, "oooohh, you little pervert! just you wait until i free myself-"
he interrupts her, raising a thumbs up to aufri, "it's a deal!"
she looks to him, confused, "eh, what-"
he yells at aufri, "free us, aufri! i promise to obtain them for you, so find the lighter-"
she claws at his face, strangling his neck, and beating his head, "what! what the hell, jfion! ahhh! i'll kill you!"
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