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esp_dragonFandom: Half Prince
Summary: It was already a pretty bad day, Ling Bin thought, but then someone had to ask Min-Bin a question.
Rating: K
Notes: Set in chapter five.
Don't ask where the NPC security is, I have no idea either. ^ ^;
Genre: General
Word count: 544
Status: Complete
"Wicked," Min-Bin said huffily, tapping his staff on his shoulder, "we're gonna be late if you don't hurry it up!"
And if he did hurry up, they'd be without any kind of healing items when they'd need them. But he didn't say anything because it was an old argument and he wasn't in the mood for a verbal fight.
"I just need to buy one more thing," he assured his brother. "It won't take too long."
Min-Bin rolled his eyes and started casting some lightning – just enough for his staff to light up and throw some sparks, nothing more.
"You're wasting your magic," he said mildly.
"Then hurry up and get the healing items already!"
Ling Bin didn't answer and just walked into the store he'd been going in to. Min-Bin hadn't been this impatient before, but this was the first time he'd reached high forties – from what he'd been willing to tell him, he'd only gotten to mid-twenties in Life. Ling Bin wasn't sure how long he'd been playing it for though.
When he exited the shop, he saw Min-Bin where he'd left him, talking to someone. It was a tall man with long, red hair that reached his lower back, glasses perched on the end of his nose. He was wearing some high level equipment, his boots and cape sprouting dark green spikes. His expression though... Ling Bin narrowed his eyes. He started hurrying towards the pair.
"What did you call me?" Min-Bin screeched.
... Too late.
The man looked startled, taking a step back from the sheer vehemence being directed at him. "But you are!" he exclaimed. "If you would-"
"Lightning Strike!"
By the time Ling Bin got there, the other man had already flown away. "Miwa..." he said, tiredly.
"What?" his little brother snapped. "He asked me to marry him."
He looked down at him, not at all surprised. "And this isn't the first time someone's asked for your hand in marriage," he pointed out.
"I'm a guy!"
"I know." It wasn't as if he'd grown up with him or anything. "Don't use your magic next time," he advised him.
Min-Bin glared at him, crossing his arms. "Why not?" he demanded.
"How much did your fame level decrease by?"
His little brother's shoulders stiffened. "I don't care about that," he said, turning his head.
Which was true, but it had at least distracted him away from the 'I'm not a girl!' rage. "Anyway, the others are still waiting."
"Argh!" Min-Bin threw his hands up in the air and stomped through the now deserted city centre. Hopefully, the training they were going to do would help cool Min-Bin's temper, and make him feel better after seeing Lan today.
* * *
Ling Bin wasn't paying that much attention on the other team – he was more interested in watching the surrounding area around them, just in case more dragons made their appearance. Something that had attracted that many dragons could still be in effect.
"Hahr fo somethin' lil missy?"
Hearing that, Zhuo just sighed. 'Here we go again.' Two in one day was a bit much though - it was normally once a week or so. Maybe this time, he'd get to fight and get rid of some of his frustration.
Summary: It was already a pretty bad day, Ling Bin thought, but then someone had to ask Min-Bin a question.
Rating: K
Notes: Set in chapter five.
Don't ask where the NPC security is, I have no idea either. ^ ^;
Genre: General
Word count: 544
Status: Complete
"Wicked," Min-Bin said huffily, tapping his staff on his shoulder, "we're gonna be late if you don't hurry it up!"
And if he did hurry up, they'd be without any kind of healing items when they'd need them. But he didn't say anything because it was an old argument and he wasn't in the mood for a verbal fight.
"I just need to buy one more thing," he assured his brother. "It won't take too long."
Min-Bin rolled his eyes and started casting some lightning – just enough for his staff to light up and throw some sparks, nothing more.
"You're wasting your magic," he said mildly.
"Then hurry up and get the healing items already!"
Ling Bin didn't answer and just walked into the store he'd been going in to. Min-Bin hadn't been this impatient before, but this was the first time he'd reached high forties – from what he'd been willing to tell him, he'd only gotten to mid-twenties in Life. Ling Bin wasn't sure how long he'd been playing it for though.
When he exited the shop, he saw Min-Bin where he'd left him, talking to someone. It was a tall man with long, red hair that reached his lower back, glasses perched on the end of his nose. He was wearing some high level equipment, his boots and cape sprouting dark green spikes. His expression though... Ling Bin narrowed his eyes. He started hurrying towards the pair.
"What did you call me?" Min-Bin screeched.
... Too late.
The man looked startled, taking a step back from the sheer vehemence being directed at him. "But you are!" he exclaimed. "If you would-"
"Lightning Strike!"
By the time Ling Bin got there, the other man had already flown away. "Miwa..." he said, tiredly.
"What?" his little brother snapped. "He asked me to marry him."
He looked down at him, not at all surprised. "And this isn't the first time someone's asked for your hand in marriage," he pointed out.
"I'm a guy!"
"I know." It wasn't as if he'd grown up with him or anything. "Don't use your magic next time," he advised him.
Min-Bin glared at him, crossing his arms. "Why not?" he demanded.
"How much did your fame level decrease by?"
His little brother's shoulders stiffened. "I don't care about that," he said, turning his head.
Which was true, but it had at least distracted him away from the 'I'm not a girl!' rage. "Anyway, the others are still waiting."
"Argh!" Min-Bin threw his hands up in the air and stomped through the now deserted city centre. Hopefully, the training they were going to do would help cool Min-Bin's temper, and make him feel better after seeing Lan today.
Ling Bin wasn't paying that much attention on the other team – he was more interested in watching the surrounding area around them, just in case more dragons made their appearance. Something that had attracted that many dragons could still be in effect.
"Hahr fo somethin' lil missy?"
Hearing that, Zhuo just sighed. 'Here we go again.' Two in one day was a bit much though - it was normally once a week or so. Maybe this time, he'd get to fight and get rid of some of his frustration.