NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi“Are you sure this is the RIGHT door?” Sorawo said. She nodded at the wooden door, then gestured at the wooden plank corridor.
“It says RIGHT here, FF100. That’s Beni’s shorthand for first-floor room 100. It’s just atmosphere for her steampunk-themed party.” Toriko replied. “But I brought my gun just in case,” tapping a pouch hanging from her steampunk outfit.
“I thought it stood for Fan Fiction 100.”
Toriko winced at Sorawo’s quip. “I love you, but your humor sucks,” Toriko said and patted her girlfriend’s head. A just payment, she thought, for the joke, and as she’d predicted, Sorawo grimaced at the show of affection.
“Perv,” came an answering mutter.
“You want to see perv?” Toriko asked, her hand slipping down.
Sorawo bolted, opening the door and ducked through.
Toriko dashed after her, a grin spread across her face.
In the next instant, they realized their mistake as they sailed into space and drifted toward the wooden sailing vessel below. The ship’s bow proudly proclaimed it was the “Fate Gear.”
The Fate Gear, home of bold, feared freebooters and escaped slaves, floated gently on a light breeze, a thousand feet above a tropical island.
Captain Mina looked up and smiled. “They’re back.”
[Note will be 100th post to #AO3]
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