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『Night Crawlers』

Jack stood there in the empty room that had a small dresser that went up to his shin. It had a small oil lamp on the surface and a sack filled with what appeared to be seed.

Glancing over the small ass bed of straw, hardly even battered an eye as he walked over towards it with the girl still in his arms. She was safe, he didn't need to carry her anymore. So as he loomed over the bed, he stared down at it.

It was pretty thing now that he looked it over. Each step he had made on the wooden floor panels, they squeaked. "Hm..." Jack turned his head to look at her face.

Her eyes hesitantly drifted up towards him before she looked away, shallowly swallowing saliva building up in her mouth.

With a single swift motion, without any thought, Jack removed his arm from underneath of her.

THUD. Hay was in the air, twirling about like tiny little ballerinas dancing upon the top of a music box.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for!?" The small elf lay there sprawled out on her back, hay landing on her armored self. Her eyes narrowing on him from the ground, with this strange but adorable mystic glow. Slowly she sat up and began to pick the hay out of her hair and her clothes, beginning to remove the light armor plating from her robes. "Fucking bully!"

"No reason in particular," Jack made a brief expression of amusement before returning to his stoic nature. Looking towards the door as the wind began to creak it open, he raised a brow. Though the moment his gaze was locked onto it, the door slammed shut, as if a ghost had chanced its mind about wondering in.

For some reason Jack could hardly take the gaze she had given him as a serious threat and proceeded to do the same as her, removing the plate armor from his holy robes.

Both of them placed their armor attachments into their respective inventories.

"Are you seriously tired?" The Elf watched as he walked over to the door and sat down against it, as if blocking anyone from entering. It was probably the best thing he could do, since there was no lock... And the door had a habit of opening on its own.

Jack looked up at her with an empty glance, "Yes."

Runa clucked her tongue, "How did someone so lazy as you reach such a high level in such little time... Let alone get all those opportunities?!"

Jack rolled his eyes and bumped the back of his head against the door a few times. The wood was weak, someone could definitely bash through it, even at a normal human's strength.

"Have you ever had to do whatever means necessary in order to continue living?" Jack asked curiously as his eyes rested on Runa, nipping his upper lip with his lower jaw's set of teeth. "Without Legs?"

Runa frowned at her own arrogance after hearing him, since he revealed his name, she already knew his life. He had been on international news in an interview since the accident was an international incident, one of the few survivors. He was not only famous online, but now he was a famous face too.

"Why do you act like a brat?" Jack tilted his head to the side slightly, looking her petite form to pass the time, though there wasn't a sign of lust in his thoughts, just curiosity.

Runa shrugged and flopped right back onto the hay, causing the blasted stuff to get in her hood and hair again. "Most gamers are just like me... Is it something new to you?" Her eyes looked at him, not bothering to lift her head.

"No, it's not new." Jack yawned again, turning his head slightly as he listened to the footsteps in the corridor. There was hardly any movement.

"What is it?" Runa squirmed on the bed slightly, before laying on her side, grasping at the skirting of her robes, danger was the last thing she needed after she learned she could feel pain here.