Koko smiles, glancing back at you as she leads you into the shop. Your shoes lightly tap upon the flooring as the two of you head to the weapon shop’s counter. There, your pink eyes find a somewhat familiar woman manning it. The last time you saw said woman, she had been serving as a waitress.
[Name: Bianca
Class: Weaponsmith
Strength: Lvl 3
Mind: Lvl 3
Soul: Lvl 3]
[Weaponsmith]? Wasn’t her class [Bunny Girl] the last time you saw her?
“Hi, Bianca!” Koko greets the bunny girl. “You manning this shop now?”
“Yup,” Bianca replies. “What can I help you ladies with?”
“We’re here to get a weapon for Ako,” the petite cat girl adds as she throws her arm around you in a friendly gesture. You blush slightly at her soft touch, but your eyes go back to Bianca’s status. Is it normal for someone’s class to just change like that?
“Uh, I see you have the [Weaponsmith] class now,” you finally say almost in a murmur.
The golden-eyed bunny girl turns to you, her expression perplexed. Her ears give a little twitch as her look morphs into one of startled realization. “I-I,” she begins, “don’t know what you’re talking about. Pretty sure my class is still [Bunny Girl].”
[Name: Bianca
Class: Bunny Girl
Strength: Lvl 3
Mind: Lvl 3
Soul: Lvl 3]
Your pink eyes blink in a mix of utter confusion and shock. Didn’t her class just read [Weaponsmith] a moment ago? Why does it read [Bunny Girl] now? Had you just imagined the whole [Weaponsmith] thing?
“Looks like it says [Bunny Girl] to me,” Koko chimes in, trying to be helpful, her tail casually swaying.
You sigh and push the cat girl off of you before turning your attention back to Bianca. The silver-haired bunny girl definitely had the [Bunny Girl] class now. Well, you aren’t really here to debate whether or not Bianca’s class had read [Weaponsmith]. Probably best to just move on at this point.
“Anyway,” you start, your pink eyes locking with the gold of the woman behind the counter, “like Koko said, I’m here to get a weapon.”
“What kind?”
It is a simple question but is also a question you haven’t actually put any thought into. Just what type of weapon are you interested in? “I haven’t actually thought about that yet,” you say sheepishly, absentmindedly reaching up and toying with one of your twin tails.
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“In that case, why not a simple choice?” Bianca clasps her hands together, her eyes on you. “Team dagger or team staff?”
“Pick team dagger! Team dagger!” Koko interjects, excitedly pumping her fists into the air. “Join me on team dagger!”
“How about not?” you reply to the overly eager cat girl.
“Fine.” Said cat girl deflates, her ears drooping.
“Any other options?” You direct your attention back to the bunny girl behind the counter.
Bianca thinks it over, bringing a finger to her lips. “You know,” the tan-skinned woman comments, her eyes traveling down from your face, “you look like the kind of woman who likes to go big.” Her golden eyes stop on your sizable chest.
“Excuse me!” You cross your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Your pink eyes slowly narrow into a glare at the offending woman.
She pulls out a rather large weapon, a war hammer to be more exact, and holds the large weapon up in a rather effortless manner. “Will this work?” Her gaze returns to your face, and your guard drops as you take in the actually fairly impressive weapon. Said weapon kind of looks like a solid, metallic rod with a heavy, metallic head on one end.
Your body twitches in anticipation as you continue marveling at the heavy weapon. “Can I hold it?” you finally murmur, your pink eyes fixated on the war hammer, a bit of drool even coming out of the corner of your mouth.
“Sure,” Bianca responds, and in almost comical ease, she literally chucks the weapon at you.
You reach out to catch the thing’s handle, but the action proves less useful than you would hope. Though you do in fact catch it, the momentum proves too much for you, and the metal bar plows into your chest. Pain radiates out from the pair of impact points, and you swiftly find yourself on your backside, having been knocked from your feet.
“Y-You OK?” Koko asks, an edge of worry to her voice.
“I-I’m good. Just got hit in some sensitive spots.” You wince as you stagger back to your feet, trying to heave the heavy weapon up. Hinged at your hips, you stand with your hands firmly clasped around the war hammer’s handle, the weapon’s head still resting on the shop’s floor. Really firing up your posterior chain, you finally manage to lift the war hammer up. Sweat pouring down your face, you set the weapon down on the counter, your breaths coming out in ragged pants.
“Lighter.” Your breaths are still coming out in pants. “I want something lighter.”
“That’s too bad,” Bianca comments, a disappointed look to her golden eyes. “Such a disappointment. The war hammer would have been interesting.” Her ears droop down before perking back up. “Maybe an axe. Wait! I got it!” Her bunny ears start twitching. Behind her, her tail does likewise. “How about these?” She places a pair of brown, fingerless gloves on the counter beside the war hammer.
You cock an eyebrow at the sight but proceed to pick up the two gloves. “Are these really weapons?”
“They are light, and they’ll leave your hands free when in use. Should be perfect if you like to get punchy punchy.”
“I see.” Your eyes light up, a smile gracing your face. “I’ll take them.”
Koko fishes out some silver from her silver pouch before placing said silver on the counter. As that goes down, you tug your new ‘weapons’ on to find that they fit perfectly. Gloves acquired, you and Koko turn to leave.
“Are they still sore?” Koko inquires as the two of you walk, her tail swishing, an ever so slight blush to her.
“They?”
“You know.” The red-haired cat girl cups her own chest to emphasize what she’s referring to.
“Oh, you mean those.” Your cheeks flush a bit. “Yeah. They’re still kind of sore, but they did kind of get smooshed by a literal war hammer.”
“You know …” Koko’s blush gets a tad more prominent. “Maybe I could help with that.”
“How so?”
“Maybe if I kiss them …”
“Kiss them?!” You go bright red at the thought. “What kind of suggestion is that?”
“It was just a joke,” she laughs before adding in, “kind of,” under her breath.