Kyle didn’t get to see anyone else long enough to do any real chatting that afternoon, and when class was over he walked back home and let himself in the house. Soon, he’d have to send his first weekly report to his grandfather, and he had no idea what to tell him. The other workers had to have had a much more exciting and eventful time in game that he had. All he was doing was killing vines, getting his crafting skill up, and going mad with simply chanting “Identify” every ten seconds. Seran was insanely throwing himself to death every few seconds, and Kylie was chanting “Identify” just as often.
What type of player report would that be?!
Maybe he should write his report based on William’s achievements in the game. If anyone out there to keep up with the stuff that William had dragged Heather into, he’d be amazed to hear about it. It was always an option, Kyle supposed.
Heading to the kitchen, he lazily dug through the fridge and finally pulled a frozen pizza out of the top. Reading the instructions, he turned the oven up to 350 and sat the pizza box down on the table. The oven needed a few moments to “pre-heat”, and even if Kyle wondered if that was really important, he took the time to head to the bathroom downstairs and turn the water on so it’d warm up. Collecting towel, soap, and shampoo, he laid those on the bathroom sink and then removed the patch from his eye.
It was still a little tender and sore around his eye but it wasn’t blurry to open it anymore. Pulling the lids up and down, he couldn’t see anything bad in the mirror and figured he’d be fine without needing to try and patch it back up. ‘Be a pirate’ my ass! His mother made it sound like it was something cool to have, but all it got him was laughed at by some of the kids at school. Everyone wanted to know who kicked his ass, and assumed he’d lost a fight with someone – and what could he say in his own defense?? Sera did it?
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Complete dweebness there and instant banishment to the pile of social losers! The patch couldn’t disappear fast enough as far as Kyle was concerned.
Going back into the kitchen, Kyle opened the box and tossed the pizza into the oven. Fifteen to eighteen minutes was just enough time for a quick hop in the shower, so Kyle slammed the oven door and rushed off to quickly wash himself down. By the time he’d finished wiping his hair down, and drying off somewhat, he could smell the pizza and streaked to the kitchen to grab an oven mitt and pull the pan out with it on it. Sitting it on the countertop, he flipped the oven off, and dug around in the kitchen drawers and pulled out the pizza slicer and divided it into eight sections. Tossing the slicer in the sink, Kyle grabbed what was left of a two-liter soda in his left hand and the pizza pan in his still mitten-covered right, and walked out of the kitchen and slowly up the steps.
As he reached the top of the steps and started down the hall, Sera came out of his bedroom, stopped and just stared. Taking a moment to assess his situation – naked, still dripping dry, with a pizza and soda in his hands – Kyle said the only thing he could in a situation like that.
“Want some?”