Page 28 of Admiring His Omega
“You tamed the wyvern we fought last time.” Rick shook a finger at the screen. “He would make a great tank.”
“No.” Mal shook his head. “Jojo is still healing from the damage you monsters did to him.”
Shayna snorted a laugh. “Okay, so Cain, your man tries to tame every animal-like monster we come across. Sometimes he’s successful, but most of the time, he’s completely useless in a fight.”
Cain fought a laugh. “That tracks with his personality.”
“It really does.”
“Hey,” Mal said, scowling. “At least I don’t try to seduce every humanoid monster like Rodney does. He doesn’t even keep the ones he succeeds with.”
Rodney shrugged. “I’m the love them and leave them type. I pick their pockets before I leave. That’s something, right? Remember how we got that relic a few adventures ago?”
“I take good care of my babies.” Mal sniffed.
Rick sighed. “You all give me a headache. Don’t let Shayna fool you either, Cain. She’s just as bad as those two. She’s a priestess of Godiva, goddess of chocolate. Somehow all of her spells revolve around chocolate.”
“Hail Godiva,” Shayna said, and took a bite of a candy bar.
“She also focuses more on trying to do damage than heal her team. Which is her job. To heal. Did you hear that, Shayna?” Rick looked tired. “I don’t know why I still play with them.”
“Oh, you love us.” Rodney waved away Rick’s concerns. “Come on. Let’s get started.”
The game started as Rick went from teasing friend to deep voiced narrator. He described the forest path they walked as they journeyed toward the bandits they had chosen to pursue. Ancient trees and thick brush made the path hard to traverse. They had to go single file with Cain, their warrior in the front.
“A mysterious crate blocks your path,” Rick said. “Is it treasure? A long forgotten relic from the ancients? There is only one way to know. Sourpuss, the mighty orc warrior, must open the crate.
Mal grumbled. “Of course, he does. You’re going to curse him.”
“No one knows what is in the crate,” Rick said. “There doesn’t appear to be any spell or curse cast upon it, but only Sourpuss can open the heavy lid.”
Cain shrugged and rolled to open the crate.
“Sourpuss opens the crate and a cloud of mysterious dust flies around his head, soaking into his mighty pores before eventually dispersing.”
“Fuck, you’re probably cursed, man.” Rodney winced. “Want me to find a sorcerer to seduce into helping you?”
“The orc warrior is indeed cursed,” Rick said solemnly. “His large, burly frame twists and shrinks into a new form. A form of fuzzy cuteness. Sourpuss has found himself with the unbreakable curse of feline transfiguration. He has become a common housecat.”
“There is nothing common about a housecat,” Mal said, rolling his eyes. “Damn it, Rick.”
“He can’t tank as a housecat,” Shayna added, sighing. “He’ll have to start a new character. Why are you like this, Rick? Why?”
Cain thought in silence for a moment, ignoring the bickering of the others. “What do I look like?” he asked.
“Okay.” Rick sounded surprised and looked down at his notes. “The mighty orc has become a long haired, black and white cat with green eyes.”
“Okay, I can work with that.” Cain nodded. “Let’s continue on our journey.”
Rick looked absolutely delighted. “Oh, I like him, Mal. I like him a lot.”
Mal laughed. “I like him a lot too.”
The adventurers continued along the path, fighting off the bandits, or, in Cain’s case, weaving through their legs to trip the monsters before jumping for their throats. At one point, Rodney even tossed Cain at a boss, leading the warrior to shred the bandit leader’s face.
Cain took a drink of water and fought a smile. It was the best date of his life.
Chapter 9
