(Yeah. So, I was unable to finish an actual story part so compensate, here's an Omake! Everytime I miss out on a story part, I'll have an omake! Enjoy!)
It had been a while since Alex had left the Basilicom to go buy some clothes and Noire, as usual, called Alex as he thankfully picked up.
Noire: Hello?
Alex: Hey what's up?
Noire: I need your help. Can you come here?
Alex: Ugh. I can't I'm buying clothes.
Noire: Well, hurry up and get over here.
Alex: I can't find them.
Noire: What do you mean you can't find them!?
Alex: I can't find them there's only soup.
Noire: What do you mean there's only soup?
Alex: It means there's only soup!
Noire: Well then get out of the soup aisle!
Alex: Alright you don't have to shout at me!
Alex started to walk into another aisle.
Alex: There's more soup.
Noire: What do you mean there's soup!?
Alex: There's just more soup!
Noire: Go into the next aisle!
Alex poked his to look at the next aisle.
Alex: There's still soup.
Noire: Where are you right now!?
Alex: I'm at soup.
Noire: What do you mean your at soup!?
Alex: I mean I'm at soup!
Noire: What store are you in!?
Alex: I'm at the soup store!
Noire: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE YOU BAKA!?
Alex: FUCK YOU!
THE END
The scene I was reenacting
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Birth To The Flame: Origin
FanfictionOrigin Stories are fun aren't they? In this, witness and experience the tale of young 13 year old Alex Mustang. A boy who turns from a simple assassin to something far greater. This is a HyperDimension Neptunia fanfic with characters and elements...
