34 - Cluck Cluck Cluck

[worldofourown]

[ The feed snaps on to a very irritable Karl, sprawled out on a chaise by the pool, a book lying half-open in his lap. There's something of the cooked and crispy variety piled on the table near him. Several somethings. Apparently, Karl thought it simpler to roast the flock of talking chickens than to let them cluck away. ]

[ Glancing at the Device, he scowls, ]

For a limited time only. If you're in the mood for an extra-roasted meal, stop by here and pick it up. No strings. [ He even promises not to attack you. If you leave fast enough. ] Hopefully these feathered rats taste better than the advice they dole out.

[ On cue, a colorful rooster flutters to perch on the chaise. Tilting its head at Karl, it opines, ] Remember, mon ami, you can't court a woman like you’d go at a piece of steak. For many of the fairer sex, less is more. Teasing is pleasing. Light is rig--

[ Cut off by Karl thwacking the bird with his book, matter-of-fact and vicious. Expect the pile of chickens to grow significantly larger. ]

Comments

[sympathyforme]

That's essentially the story of Setsuna's life.

[worldofourown]

And you, his best friend, his senpai, have no intention of steering him away?

[ He sounds a little disdainful. Even Solomon had been more active in trying to curb Karl's rash impulses. Not that his efforts did much good. ]

[sympathyforme]

Who knows?

I know I've no intention of discussing it with you.

[worldofourown]

Then there's no point in continuing this conversation.

[ Click. ]

[ It was a fair warning. Nothing healthy comes to those who get between Karl and his obsession for Saya. ]