“What a day,” said the otter throwing off his leather armor. “I mean we came away with a hell of a payoff from the guild after that last assignment.”
It didn’t feel that way to Milano. The poor ocelot had lost his favorite robes in that last assignment all because a certain blue otter couldn’t keep his eye on the prize and off the shiny trinkets. Now the once beautiful earthen tone robes hung in tatters on the wall of the room in which the two were occupying for the night.
“I guess but now I’m without proper robes or protection,” Milano sighed staring at his old robes. Island, the aforementioned blue otter, clad in his nighttime attire felt his heart sink. He knew that it was primarily his fault for letting the ocelot’s robes take such a beating. The thrill of new treasure and bonuses always drew the otter’s attention away from the important things like monsters and such. It was a curse he’d hoped that he’d break one day but for right now it was a rogue’s curse it would seem.
Island had hoped he could put off surprising his partner with some new robes the otter had purchased in secret that day. It was clear that putting it off wasn’t going to be something he could do at this point. He’d spent a sizable part of his guild payment on these new things and surprising Milano with them right before their next assignment was the hope but the ocelot’s words really hit him.
He looked over to the ocelot and asked, “H..hey can you turn around for a moment?”
Milano cocked his head to the side with his fist on his hips. Anytime the otter asked for him to do something like that it involved something illegal or a prank of some sort. He didn’t know which it would be this time but something about the otter’s expression compelled Milano to obey.
“Alright,” He said slowly turning his back to the smaller otter. “No funny business, you here?”
Island took this moment to reach under the bed he had claimed. He pulled out a small folded package and quickly opened it. Inside were a whole new set of robes for Milano to replace the tattered one on the wall. Island took the folded clothing into his paws and held it out blushing furiously and turning his face to the side hoping that Milano wouldn’t see.
“Alright, go ahead and turn around,” The otter said feeling his cheeks flush even more red.
Milano slowly turned expecting something to be a miss but what he saw was the out stretched otter arms holding a new robe, belt and hood. The ocelot’s eyes lit up with glee at this. He hadn’t expected something so generous from someone so, well, so self-centered acting.
“Oh sweet heaven,” Milano exclaimed. “You little scamp! I can’t believe you would do something like this. Thank you, so much! I..I don’t even know what else to say.”
“How about you don’t say anything and we call it even for the last set of robes?” Island asked.
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