The boy had been meandering and studying, and like all boys, he had his questions. Chrom’s guide to picking up chicks wasn’t helping him any, and was only making his situation worse. He was a walking lump, because his generation of ladies had smacked him at least once over the course of three weeks.
Eventually, with a groan of frustration, he retreated to the mess hall. The second generation of ladies were all giving him a unanimous stink eye, and he knew that he couldn’t sit near any of them, unless he wanted to be hit again. So, he saw that the only space available was across from Naga’s Voice herself. After picking up his food, he walked over to her table, shuffling his feet awkwardly.
“E-Erm…anyone sitting here?”
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No, young one. You should be allowed to sit anywhere. ❞
the divine replied, offering the young tactician a small smile before returning to the apple that she had been enjoying before his sudden appearance. It was probably like her fifth apple, since she seemed to find apples to be the most enjoyable food at the moment and wasn’t exactly willing to fluxuate with her choices at the moment.
