cosmic undies

“Sexy argument… The hell is Nintendria even talking about…”

Ranthael spit and ran his toothbrush under the water faucet. He looked at the dark circles under his eyes in the mirror. Why did he bother talking to Nintendria anyway? Nyx had already told him that Astra was a lesbian. “You can’t have gay-dar if you’re not gay,” Ranthael had said. Nyx still insisted, but she wasn’t always the most forthcoming with the truth. Still, Nintendria was less than sympathetic. Come on, Ranthael thought, show a little concern for a bro. Frankly he seemed more interested in getting him and Lucientelle together. It could have worked, years and years ago. But sometimes you just know someone too long. The spark just dies. Besides, Lucientelle was…

“Luci get out of my room.”

Lucientelle leaned her head into the bathroom with a coy smile.

“I was just looking for your cosmic undies. And did you call me Luci?”

“All the faster to yell at you, my dear.” My dear? No it was just a reference to that one fairy tale about the wolf. “And what do you mean my ‘cosmic undies?’”

“That new game Lilith is playing has an armor called ‘cosmic undies.’ We wanted to see if the real things were just as powerful.”

“Well to be honest…” Don’t say it, “…my underwear tends to be more powerful unequipped.”

“Oh really? Well I suppose that makes it easier for us.” Lucientelle walked over to his drawer and began rifling through its contents. “We were planning on a live demonstration but I guess that’s not necessary anymore.”

“Well, I can…” stop proving Nintendria right! “…still arrange that. There’s a very specific process to make my underwear work its cosmic magic.” Reach up and physically slap yourself.

“Mm, no I think I got it. These right?” Lucientelle pulled out and held up a pair of galaxy print boxers. “Ha, told Lilith you’d have some.”

“Ha ha… give those back.”

“Oh I’ll be right back with them.” Lucientelle smiled again and nearly ran out the room. Ranthael moved to stop her, but she vaulted over his bed and out of his reach.

Ranthael could teleport. He could appear right in front of her and try to grab the underwear back out of her grip. She’d hold it away like a game of keep-away and force him to pin her to take it. On a different day, he might have done it. But Nintendria was right. He would have enjoyed it too much.

Ranthael forced a frown. He started today angry and he wasn’t going to let a little teasing take that away.