Don't call my name, I'm not your babe
Who: beatrolliche and riddlemered (I'm too lazy to give them quirky names.)
When: BACKDATED LIKE WHOA to Saturday, June 5th, the night before Battler disappears after this particularly embarrassing conversation.
Where: Battler's living room in the Starter Apartments
Summary: Tired of speaking in a lisp and embarrassed by the gap in his teeth, Battler finally asks Beatrice to play dentist and revive his tooth for him. Which she may or may not do.
Warnings: It's these two so the usual cursing, vivid death threats, and magical tomfoolery. Or they might surprise us and actually be civil to each other. She IS willing to fix his tooth, after all.
Battler hadn't really wanted to ask Beatrice to fix his tooth for him, but he couldn't handle the strange looks at work anymore. If this kept going, it would start to effect his earnings since most of his living did come from his tips. And the dentist had told him that it would at least be a few weeks before he could schedule an appointment since lots of people came down with tooth issues every day. Battler had made the appointment but the idea of waiting so long did not sit well with him.
And so, he called Beatrice. Maybe she would fix his tooth for him since he did take out to the zoo and all, and it felt like she was acting a bit more... well, a bit nicer to him these days. Which may or may not be for the better, knowing her. Perhaps it was because they were no longer forced to deal with each other twenty-four hours a day like they had been in the meta world. He could actually go a few days without seeing her, and then when she did appear for some reason, he wouldn't feel as irritated.
But... he had to admit, it wasn't as fun sometimes. It almost made Battler wish that he could hit her up for some gold or something and then he wouldn't have to work so hard every week. He supposed he could understand his old man a little better now. It was difficult trying to make ends meet every month. And rent was coming around again.
Battler had immediately regretted calling Beatrice when his NV had exploded with sappy songs and embarrassing videos. That thickheaded witch had now gotten the completely wrong idea about his intentions for contacting her and it was even more awkward listening to her babble about love and hidden feelings and bull like that. It made him turn a little red thinking about it. Of course, she had humiliated him in worse ways in the past, ways that he still couldn't recover from, but this situation seemed particularly mortifying somehow. He almost couldn't face her, and was tempted to call her back except another lewd video might pop up and give her more wrong ideas.
With a sigh, lounging in his arm chair with Yukiko sleeping on his head, all Battler could do was sit back and wait for her to come over and play dentist. If she was in a good enough mood not to break his other teeth, that is.
When: BACKDATED LIKE WHOA to Saturday, June 5th, the night before Battler disappears after this particularly embarrassing conversation.
Where: Battler's living room in the Starter Apartments
Summary: Tired of speaking in a lisp and embarrassed by the gap in his teeth, Battler finally asks Beatrice to play dentist and revive his tooth for him. Which she may or may not do.
Warnings: It's these two so the usual cursing, vivid death threats, and magical tomfoolery. Or they might surprise us and actually be civil to each other. She IS willing to fix his tooth, after all.
Battler hadn't really wanted to ask Beatrice to fix his tooth for him, but he couldn't handle the strange looks at work anymore. If this kept going, it would start to effect his earnings since most of his living did come from his tips. And the dentist had told him that it would at least be a few weeks before he could schedule an appointment since lots of people came down with tooth issues every day. Battler had made the appointment but the idea of waiting so long did not sit well with him.
And so, he called Beatrice. Maybe she would fix his tooth for him since he did take out to the zoo and all, and it felt like she was acting a bit more... well, a bit nicer to him these days. Which may or may not be for the better, knowing her. Perhaps it was because they were no longer forced to deal with each other twenty-four hours a day like they had been in the meta world. He could actually go a few days without seeing her, and then when she did appear for some reason, he wouldn't feel as irritated.
But... he had to admit, it wasn't as fun sometimes. It almost made Battler wish that he could hit her up for some gold or something and then he wouldn't have to work so hard every week. He supposed he could understand his old man a little better now. It was difficult trying to make ends meet every month. And rent was coming around again.
Battler had immediately regretted calling Beatrice when his NV had exploded with sappy songs and embarrassing videos. That thickheaded witch had now gotten the completely wrong idea about his intentions for contacting her and it was even more awkward listening to her babble about love and hidden feelings and bull like that. It made him turn a little red thinking about it. Of course, she had humiliated him in worse ways in the past, ways that he still couldn't recover from, but this situation seemed particularly mortifying somehow. He almost couldn't face her, and was tempted to call her back except another lewd video might pop up and give her more wrong ideas.
With a sigh, lounging in his arm chair with Yukiko sleeping on his head, all Battler could do was sit back and wait for her to come over and play dentist. If she was in a good enough mood not to break his other teeth, that is.