I'm Not Ready!
The Vorlan continued, "After the Beast was killed by The Executor, the Titan and Madam Death..."
It paused, and continued, "They both ran. They were running from The Executor. But eventually, Madam Death was caught and found by Arthur Voss, The Executor. Then, 'He' sealed 'Her' inside... a black hole."
What? A black hole? Is that even possible?
The Vorlan continued, "As for The Forge Master, 'He' tried to rescue Madam Death from The Executor... 'He' was defeated, but 'He' was able to severely damage The Executor. But even so, The Executor's power is beyond what you humans can comprehend."
"After such a large-scale fight, The Executor went into hiding to recover, as well as The Forge Master. But 'He' was able to recover faster and earlier than The Executor."
"I have answered your question." After that, the Vorlan returned to the center of the sofa to continue watching TV.
Meanwhile, Donovan was still trying to take it all in. That's very valuable information... Hm... I should do some searches on Google to confirm if this is indeed very valuable information that isn't known to many... If I see nothing, this Vorlan could be making stuff up...
After that, he lay down on the bed, and took out his phone to make a search on Google. But, as he expected, he couldn't find anything about what the Vorlan said. After that, he decided to read a novel on his phone. Two hours later, he finally went to sleep, and so did the Vorlan.
Before he fell asleep, he first thought of something.
I should name the Vorlan something... It did say that I could just call it 'Dog,' or anything I want... Hm... The Vorlan's likely a 'he,' because of the voice that sounds like an old man...
As Donovan was thinking of a name, he slowly and eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, he woke up at 6:21. While eating breakfast, he asked the Vorlan who was also eating, "What can I call you?"
The Vorlan paused its eating and looked at him, "I told you, didn't I? You can just call me 'Dog.'"
No, I don't want to call you that. I'm asking for a name because I can't think of any...
Then, the Vorlan asked, "Can't think of any?"
"How about Walter?" Donovan replied.
"No." The Vorlan shook its head.
"Edgar?" Donovan continued.
"Enough." Then, the Vorlan paused, and said, "Just call me Alfred."
Alfred...
"Alright, Alfred."
After that, Alfred went back to eating. Donovan's only plan for today was to buy some more Vorlan food for Alfred.
After taking care of everything else, he left and bought eight packs of Vorlan food. Should be enough. He thought, as he returned to his apartment.
Alfred thanked him. Then, he went in front of his computer and sat down. The whole day, he was going to play video games and read a novel. After all, it was Sunday.
...
Five days later, right before Valentine's Day.
Donovan had done some missions, and he earned a total of 1,500 dollars. Unfortunately, he was yet to acquire a new spell. It was currently 5:02 p.m., and he had just arrived home from the Training Grounds.
After taking care of everything else, he realized it was already 7:22 p.m.
Having just showered, he sat on the sofa with Alfred.
Valentine's Day is tomorrow... Hah, why am I worrying about this? I don't have anyone...
His mend went to Sylvia, but he quickly brushed it off.
She probably... has someone...
He frowned, leaned back against the sofa, and sighed. Alfred noticed this, and asked, "What's bothering you?"
"Valentine's Day," he replied.
"Oh, something you humans follow. Forget I asked." Alfred said.
Donovan stared at the ceiling.
Why am I so bothered by this anyway? It's Valentine's tomorrow, but it's also Saturday tomorrow. I can just stay home.
He got up, heading to the refrigerator for some food, when suddenly, he heard his phone vibrate for a moment.
As he opened his phone, he realized it was a text message. Then, he rubbed his eyes with his free hand. He closed his eyes and opened them again.
The text message came from Sylvia!
No way, right? Hah, I'm overthinking things. She's probably just asking for something.
As he opened the text, he saw the words Sylvia had sent him.
"Do you have a valentine?"
His heartbeat increased, and he scrambled to send a reply. He first took a deep breath before he typed, "No."
He sent it, and an excruciating ten seconds later, he received a reply.
"Just ask me already."
He gulped, and he could feel his fingertips sweating. His heart was beating very fast, and he tried hard not to giggle like a schoolgirl.
Calm the f**k down! You're a 29 year old man! Just reply!
Clark Smith was 29 years old, and Donovan Volgard was 25.
Calming down, he replied, "Will you be my valentine?"
I hope that didn't creep her out... Wait, what am I doing? I told myself not to get distracted, damn it! I don't have time for—
His thoughts were immediately interrupted as he received a reply from her.
"Yes. Want me to come over there right now?"
His eyes widened, and he quickly replied, "There's no need. We can meet up tomorrow."
Phew...
Then, five seconds later, he received another reply.
"But I want to see you right now."
See you right now... right now... right now...
Those words echoed in his mind, and he tried to compose himself.
He replied, "It's already late. Let's see each other tomorrow."
I can't believe she said that... Does she really want to see me...? Does she have feelings for me? Have I hit the jackpot?
His overthinking was interrupted with another text.
"Too bad, I'm heading there right now. Two minutes."
His eyes widened again, and he almost dropped his phone.
He frantically replied, "Hey. Wait."
But the text message wasn't seen. He shouted to Alfred, "Someone's coming here right now. Hide!"
Alfred yawned, and said, "Whatever you say." Then, Alfred suddenly turned invisible.
A minute later, he heard a feminine voice call out from outside his door.
"Donovan, you there~?"
He stood beside the door, and pressed a button. Then, the door suddenly turned transparent. He saw what she was wearing. This wasn't the case for Sylvia who was on the other side of the door.
"She's really here... I can't believe it..." He muttered softly and silently. Then, he opened the door.
She wore a gray hoodie, and small gray shorts. This time, her pure black hair was styled like a wolfcut, and she was smiling suggestively at him.
Donovan tried hard to maintain his reserved, mysterious persona as he curled the corners of his lips up slightly. He made way for her, and Sylvia entered the apartment.
She hummed, and sat leisurely at the sofa. She kept a smile as she looked around, and said to Donovan, "Neat place..."
"Thank you." Donovan replied as he closed the door. He then said, "Coffee?"
"I don't drink coffee at night," she replied.
Donovan, wearing a simple white t-shirt, sat on the sofa a few distances away from her.
Suddenly, she moved closer.
Hey, hey! Stop!! I'm not sure what to do here! He inwardly screamed, and as Sylvia got closer, she hummed as she put both her hands on Donovan's cheeks.
At that moment, Donovan caught the faint scent of alcohol.
Oh... she's drunk...
Donovan's face showed concern, when suddenly, she pushed Donovan down onto the sofa, straddling his stomach.
I'm not ready!!! Alfred, save me!
He maintained a straight face, but inside, he was panicking. His back was drenched in sweat, and he was hoping she couldn't hear his heartbeats.
She made a 'shh' gesture, and said, "I'll take care of you..."
Donovan wanted to resist, to push her away, but his desire to finally lose his virginity was stronger.
Right on the heels of that, Sylvia put her right hand on Donovan's cheek and leaned closer with her left hand on his chest.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door followed by a deep, rough voice as if phlegm was stuck in the throat, "Delivery."