The bathroom door creaked, then it banged shut. Magina appeared with just a towel on. Water dripped from his wet, heavy hair. “Whew, that was refreshing.”
“O-oh!” The startled Mykee had just thrown the notebook back on the bed where he found it. Geez, that was close, he told himself. The assassin might get pissed off if he learned that somebody had been looking through his journal.“Dude, you done with your GQ?” Ash, who was also startled, asked Magina.
“Hm? Tsk, I don’t want to do any more guild quests. They’re a waste of my precious time,” answered Magina as he stepped into his shorts.
“I’m sick of doing GQs as well. But Empress – she’s always buggin’ us about completing our contribution points on time. Sometimes I feel bad when I decide to skip GQ.”
“…Where is Empress, by the way?”
“Like I’d know! I’ve been with you guys all morning!”
“Heheh. Sorry it took me ages to figure that out.”
“Quit chattering and put your shirt on now! Fast!” Mykee yelled. “I wanna get out of here. This room’s a total disaster!”
WAHAHAHAHA!
Seeing Magina already clothed and ready to go, Ash headed to the door. Mykee came after him, and both of them went outside. The assassin soon followed, but as he walked past the bed, his eyes caught a glimpse of the notebook. Magina took it gently in his hands, pressed the cover as to smooth out the creases, then he buried it under his pillow. After that, he locked the door and rejoined the two wizards waiting for him outside.
They hit the main street that led to Stone City’s center square. The sun was already directly above them, which meant it was time for lunch. Since fighting wasn’t in their schedule for the day, the boys sported casual getups. Magina didn’t have his blindfold. Instead he wore a dark blue cap, a small white cotton shirt and khaki shorts. While Ash was in a black T-shirt coupled with baggy white shorts, Myk preferred a white sleeveless shirt for a top and and yellow pants for a lower garment. As they strolled the hot and dusty sidewalk, Magina drew out a cigarette from his pocket.
“Say, Ash, how do you grow your goatee like that?” The assassin pointed at the short, pointed beard on Ash’s chin. It was short, but it was thick enough to appear like a black wedge under the chin when seen from a distance.
“Just shampoo it every day, and it will grow like grass.”
“Hmmm… Mine’s like a bunch of pubic hair!” Magina stroked his goatee.
“Hahaha. That’s okay. At least a dick’s not growing on your face.”
“What the hell are you saying? We’re about to have lunch!”
“Wahahaha… Hey, what if we get kicked from not doing GQs?”
“It’s ok. Then we can make our very own guild. OUR RULES.”
“Woot. I dreamed about that too… Someday our names will be remembered throughout Dragon Moon.” “Wew. Remembered for what? For being the first one to die by lung cancer? Bwahahaha!”
“Fuck.”
“Hahaha. What I mean is, we should at least live long enough to watch our dreams come true, right?”
“What are you trying to say? We should quit smoking?” Ash frowned.
Magina puffed a long cloud of smoke towards Ash’s face. “NO.”
Mykee was quiet at the moment. He saw how the notebook was valuable to Magina. The first entry that he and Ash had seen contained the assassin’s personal DotA ninjutsu. Mykee had never imagined that such thing existed. Magina’s a badass player and at that point, the wizard thought he knew why. The notebook might just be the secret to total DotA pwnage. But something puzzled Mykee. No matter how important a thing was to Magina, he never handled that particular object as if it was fragile. Maybe the notebook was something extra important to the Anti-Mage. To satisfy his curiosity, Mykee had replicated the notebook back at the assassin’s den with his magic. The one Magina had placed under his pillow was a fake.
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