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"He attacked before he finished saying the name!"

"Does it matter?" You facepalmed. "Just be glad he isn't a threat anymore."

"I will take responsibility for taking him to the king," Rudolph announced, pointing at a tied-up Foyfoy. "I'll tell him the situation."

"Thank you very much," Alba nodded.

"We'll head back to town, then." Ros walked over, completely healed. "I'll have the Demon King drop the charges and have you released."

"What?!"

"You don't want her to?"

"I do! Why didn't you do that the first time?!" he shouted.

"Look, he already broke out," you said.

"I like seeing people weep with despair." Ros' face lit up.

"Oh my god, I can't take the cuteness." You stumbled backwards.

"For now, change. You can't go to town looking like that." He proceeded to try to get him to wear Waldo's outfit.

"What about me?" you asked.

"I dunno," he shrugged. "I don't have anything for you."

"Then what am I supposed to wear?!" you hissed.

"Nothing?" he suggested.

"NO WAY IN HELL!" You put your head in your hands. "You really don't have anything?"

"Alright, hold on." He rooted around in the bag for a bit. "Found something. It isn't much, but it's what we got." He held out another set of his clothes.

"O-oh, thanks." You grabbed them quickly, hiding behind a rock. "His clothes..." You pulled the shirt over your head. "It's huge on me!" The pants weren't any better, and you found yourself tripping on them. "It smells like him," you murmured. Old Spice.

"What's taking you so long?" Ros peered around the rock. "Are you sniffing my shirt?"

"No!" You stood up quickly. "I just-"

"Oh, I get it."

"You do?" You tilted your head in confusion.

"Yeah, you have a Ros fetish."

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" You swung a fist at him, which he quickly grabbed in mid-air.

"Feisty, huh?" he laughed, lowering your hand.

"YOU..." You stopped, realizing two things. One, he laughed. Two, you were holding hands. You slowly looked down.

"Oh, was I right?" He uncurled your fingers and wrapped them around his own. "I think I was."

"Idiot!" You yanked away, blushing madly.

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