A Short Farewell

Jason rose to his feet and moved to intercept the door as a familiar voice seeped through the wood.

"Hurry up, shitty master!" it yelled at the top of its lungs. "I'm tired of waiting for you!"

Jason cursed himself for ever shedding tears for the sharp-tongued Doom Monkey and wished that he could take them back. Swinging the door open, he peeked his head out into the corridor, and a flying fuzz of black jumped his arms.

"Hey Karl, glad to see you moving," the hate reader said with a wide grin. "Didn't the healer say it'd take about a month?"

A pink flash appeared by Karl's side and plucked him from his Master's arms.

"Yes, Mr. Trickster," the stealthy mermaid replied. "The healer mentioned he'd need five more days for a full recovery."

She gently intertwined her hands with Karl's, and they pecked each other's cheeks with affections.