"What a day!" I say as I soon as I sit down.

"You did great, Sutoria." Riva says to me.

"Thanks."

(I know I'm trying to make everyone happy, but doing all this back to back is getting pretty difficult with more and more fans.)

Riva walks over to me and gives me a bottle of water.

"Again, thanks." I say.

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In that instant, Tarran walks in.

"I'm back!"

I rush over to him and hug him.

"It's pretty late, and I was starting to get worried! Are you okay? Did you eat? Did you have a good time?"

"If you let me go, I'll tell you..." he says with his words muffled as he's attempting to talk between my breasts.

I let him go and he takes a deep breath.

"You know I'm not a kid anymore."

"Aw, but you're still my baby brother to me!"

Riva snickers.

"Anyway," Tarran adds, "It would have been nice if you two could have come. Everybody there was so lively, albeit a little strange. Especially that Oren kid!"

Riva flares up at the name "Oren".

"What did you say!?"

"Is...there a problem?" Tarran and I ask simultaneously.

"It's...I'm sorry. Nevermind. Continue."

(So, those good for nothing weaklings could not stop him after all.) Riva thinks. (First he survives Terraz, then New Vegas, and now a full on assault from every prisoner I could bail from prison! What IS he!?)

"And I can't even get into how impressive he is! He can sing every genre of song!"

"What?" I ask.

(WHAT!?) Riva thinks.

"And that's not all! He's even got a 8 million mesure blade!"

...

"WWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT!?!?!?!?!!?!?" Riva and I yell.