Attack Of The 8th Grader Pt.III
‘Sheesh, those guys can’t take a joke.’
By those guys, I was referring to Ulva and co. of course. I made an on-the-spot joke about them entering my stomach and they were actually on their way to do so.
Sure, they would have remained in a state of suspension inside my [World Eater] skill, but the thought of swallowing them up was gross in my head. I left them off in the dungeon and went out with the little fella.
‘Mother, I’m hungry~ meow~’
It commented while in my arms. I looked at it curiously, not sure what to tell it. A question came to my mind.
‘Agent… can I produce br-‘
<<No>>
‘Thank you, Jesus!’
I let out an exasperated breath. I couldn’t produce breast milk; hence I was in the clear. Then again, I was a bird and birds didn’t produce milk for their offspring.
The only thing I could think about were worms, insects and… seeds? I guess I had seeds.