[Ch02] ~ Wandering Swords
- Pronoun
- they or she
A new day brought new visitors to Frontier Town.
These ones were... different.
A Samurott had set up a little personal grooming station at the side of the fountain, with a hand mirror, shell razor, and some kind of foamy lather to brush onto her carefully-trimmed whisker-tufts. She remained focused on the act of cutting, even as some passers-by gave her dirty looks for using the public fountain in such a way. A wide-brimmed straw hat lay just beside her.
Meanwhile, even more dirty looks – and looks of horror – fell upon the hulking Golisopod who was bathing in the fountain. It seemed that one of the two had heated the fountain's water until it steamed, and Golisopod was now sprawled out enjoying an improvised hot springs of sorts. Just next to him on the fountain's rim was a folded poncho.
"Hey, Kyoko," he burbled.
"Mm?"
"Did you notice the statue? I wonder if it's of some local big-shot."
There was a brief silence.
"Most likely."
"Heh. Take your time shaving, ma'am. I don't wish to hurry out of this lovely water."
The Samurott raised an eyebrow. "Ibuki, our departure depends on whom we encounter here, does it not? This is a public place. We are well-positioned to ask locals if they have seen that person."
"Ah, yes. Of course. Well, don't mind me, then!"
Eventually, news of the pair's unseemly behaviour spread around the town, and certain offworlders soon approached...
These ones were... different.
A Samurott had set up a little personal grooming station at the side of the fountain, with a hand mirror, shell razor, and some kind of foamy lather to brush onto her carefully-trimmed whisker-tufts. She remained focused on the act of cutting, even as some passers-by gave her dirty looks for using the public fountain in such a way. A wide-brimmed straw hat lay just beside her.
Meanwhile, even more dirty looks – and looks of horror – fell upon the hulking Golisopod who was bathing in the fountain. It seemed that one of the two had heated the fountain's water until it steamed, and Golisopod was now sprawled out enjoying an improvised hot springs of sorts. Just next to him on the fountain's rim was a folded poncho.
"Hey, Kyoko," he burbled.
"Mm?"
"Did you notice the statue? I wonder if it's of some local big-shot."
There was a brief silence.
"Most likely."
"Heh. Take your time shaving, ma'am. I don't wish to hurry out of this lovely water."
The Samurott raised an eyebrow. "Ibuki, our departure depends on whom we encounter here, does it not? This is a public place. We are well-positioned to ask locals if they have seen that person."
"Ah, yes. Of course. Well, don't mind me, then!"
Eventually, news of the pair's unseemly behaviour spread around the town, and certain offworlders soon approached...