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When; Riiight after Cless and Chester's intro.
Rating; PG.
Characters; Cless (

whackanarche), and Arche (

whackachester).
Summary; Meeting. LMFAO IDK?
Log;

They're waiting for what seemed like ages to Chester, by one of the shops located near the fountain. Possibly because he was wet, dripping, and despite the warm weather—cold. Not to mention the fact that they're stuck in another world and everyone's being so damn casual about it. He's scowling, unlike Cless who's sporting a huge grin over his features, squeezing out the water from his hair and clothes. And then, much to his dismay—

—he sneezes.

"Motherf—"

He needs that towel. Right now. Or else he's going to kill something.

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He doesn't quite answer Arche completely, but his expression says it all. It's a mixed bag of feelings for him, and he doesn't want to even go into the details about anything. They don't belong here, even if it means a hundred years for Arche. But then again, in one hundred years... a lot of things could change.

He doesn't want to think about it.

Catching the towel with ease, Chester grumbles and dries himself with it, and after some time, just... puts it over his shoulders, wrapping it around him. Again, a sneeze.

"Whatever." Sulk. Sulk. Sulk.

"It's good to see you guys again, too!" Arche grinned, watching the two of them. "Never thought I'd be seeing you guys again this soon~."

"How's the City going so far~? Aside from getting dumped in the fountain, at least. At least you didn't arrive on a curse day! When I got here, there were a lot of creeps around." She switched positions on her broom to get a bit more comfortable on it.

"It seems very nice," he explains, shrugging an armor-clad shoulder. Everybody has been friendly and helpful to them so far--at least, Cless thinks so--and even though some of the things here are strange, the city is still kind of nice. Especially the fountain.

He turns to Chester, blinking at his sullen expression. "You're not getting sick, Chester?"

"Shut it," is his response as he pulls the towel closer to him. He's like a little kid, snapping back at everything that's offered to him. "And it's not nice. You're only saying that because you're dry."

Sniffling, he looks towards Arche as she goes on. "Explain curse day. I didn't feel like reading the entire thing."

Oh, curse days. Arche kinda liked those things, since she hadn't really experienced any of the bad ones just yet. "Wellll~, curse days aren't usually all that bad! I've heard that there are bad ones, but I haven't really seen any, yet. I tasted like melon for a day!" At the time, she had thought it was pretty awesome of the City to let her taste like her favorite food for a day.

"So they're not really all that bad all the time~."

"Are you sure, Chester?" Cless is, as usual, unaffected by Chester's gruffness, instead shrugging and smiling apologetically. He has to figure that Chester is still upset about falling into the fountain--maybe about the whole situation, because Chester is just the kind of guy to hide his worry. So Cless can't really hold it against his best friend.

It also doesn't really surprise him that Chester didn't read the guide.

"It sounds a little weird," he puts in, and... that's it.

Bah. Baaaaah.

Chester shrugs at Cless, a bit drier than he was earlier. Perhaps less grumpier. But all in all, he's getting antsy. "A rotten melon, I gather," he shoots back, just. Cozying up with that towel of his. Right now, he looks ridiculous even by the City standards, he's sure.

"A little weird?"

"No! I tasted good!" Arche hmphed. "You're the one that would probably taste like that~." At least Chester looked better dry than he did when he was wet.

"I have something else that probably tastes good, too!" She pulled out the cookies that she had brought, holding them out to Cless and Chester while smiling. She'd gotten better! Seriously! ... If better meant worse, at least.

"Cookies?" he asks, sounding excited in spite of himself. Even though he didn't have... the best of experiences with Arche's cooking in the past, maybe she'd gotten better? Nobody might be as good as Mint with food, but he's willing to give anybody a second chance. And a third. And a fourth...

"May I?"

"So you just went around licking yourself for the whole day?"

Wait. Stop. Rewind.

"Cless—" A hand quickly reaches out to stop the swordsman, expression wary. He looks down at the batch of cookies, then to Cless, then to Arche, and then back to the cookies. Mouth slightly open, he gives Cless the eye. The one that warns him about Bad Things. "—are you sure about this?"

They might as well be going up against an army or something.

"Maybe!" Arche grinned - it was true, though. She couldn't help but lick herself all day.

"Of course he is. I've gotten better! Go on, guys! Try them!" She stuck her tongue out at Chester, still holding out the cookies for the two to try. ... Maybe it was a good thing that she remembered to bring those panacea bottles, just in case.

Cless stops, glancing over at Chester's hand clamped down on his shoulder, then at Chester himself. He's warning Cless about the cookies, but... it wouldn't hurt to try, right? Cless can't help but give people the benefit of the doubt, but... now that Chester mentioned it.

"Um..." He just couldn't turn Arche down. He just couldn't. Even at the cost of his taste buds. "Alright."

Here he goes.

Well, Cless, it was nice knowing you.

Chester watches his friend delve into the deepest pits of hell, picking up a cookie and daring to try it.

"..."

Arche waited patiently for Cless to pick up that cookie and eat it. The only good thing about those cookies was that she hadn't even intended to make them bad.

"I hope you like them, Cless~."

It tastes... funny. To say the least. Cless freezes, half a cookie still in his mouth, barely refraining from gagging. He's looking a little strained, though, as he swallows and gives Arche a tight smile.

"Ah, um..."

Chester is expecting Cless to fall over and die, like the last time they had some of Arche's cooking. Wincing at the pained expression by his friend, Chester just sighs and scratches the back of his head.

"... spit it out. It's not going to do you any good swallowing it."

"You okay, Cless?" Arche asked, noticing the strained look on his face. "It tastes good though, doesn't it?"

Arche didn't exactly know how good it tasted, anyway. She'd rather let other people try it and tell her how good it was!

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