Augustine: Song weaver, self-proclaimed Life Skiller. Ready to bullshit his way into someone's bed.
Hot darn, what a man! I mean, the Naga's upper half puts some statues to shame. I look at Vincent, and imagine the Naga wrapped around the both of us. Oh, what a man! I lick my lips at that. That doesn't escape my archer.
"Are you...imagining about what I think you are imagining?" Vincent asks, and I wipe some droll from the corner of my mouth.
"Think about it. Come on, Vince, don't look at me like that," I say, when Vincent begins to shake his head, and look at me, like I have suggested that he should go and find a different party.
"Why did you ransack my dungeon?" The dungeon core asks again, and then unsheathes two swords from his belt. "So, help you, if you say that you needed Jell-O!"
Thinking fast, I open my mouth.
