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Love Poem
Bennett stood in the plaza, nervously shaking as he awaited the bard. Venti was supposed to be conducting love poem lessons, but with his luck, he probably wouldn't even get them. “No! I have to stay positive! I will give her the poem-”
“A poem for a girl?” interjected Aether, smiling brightly with Paimon at his side. Bennett’s face erupted in red, tripping over nothing and face-planting to the floor. Aether let out a yelp and helped the poor boy to his feet, “Sorry about that, I saw you and got excited.”
Paimon floated curiously behind Bennett, peeking at his paper, illegible scribbling filled the page. “Yikes Bennett! That's the worst handwriting Paimon’s ever seen!” Bennett sputtered, shyly tucking his poem back into his pocket, only for it to fly out of his hands and into Venti’s.
The bard clad in green raised an eyebrow at the chicken scratch and approached the trio. “Well, well, if it isn't the Honorary Knight, Emergency Food, and Bennett!”
Paimon launched herself forward, “TONE DEAF BARD!”
He chuckled, whipping out his lyre and lazily playing a tune before turning to recite Bennett’s poem. “Let’s see… Princess of the land, please give me your hand (in marriage), I love you, mwah. Poggers.” Venti looked at Bennett with a mixture of disbelief and pride. “Well, there certainly was an attempt made...But…” Venti trailed off, silently thinking for a few moments. “Unlucky in love you seem to be, but do not worry, just leave it to me!”
Bennett’s eyes widened with excitement, cheering. “POGGERS!!!”
Venti smiled, “Dear Traveler, will you help me complete this poem?” Aether looked at Venti, laughing nervously.
“No. Good luck though, Bennett!” Then he ran away, jumping off the railing and climbing down the wall.
Venti and Bennett watched him and Paimon jump off the side of the wall in amusement, and turned back to continue their writing.
Bennett frowned and flopped to the floor, “My writing sure isn't poggers. But I'm trying so hard! I really want her to know how I feel!” He popped back up again, renewed vigor in his eyes as he snatched up another piece of paper and stared.
“Please help me, Master Venti!” Bennett pleaded, puppy dog eyes pleading with the bard.
“Yes, yes, my dear pupil, no need to describe her for me, the wind tells me all their stories, you see!” He laughed, “Now listen closely, for I only speak once, if you wish to recite this, don't be a dunce!”
“Prinzessin der Verurteilung,
Although we may be young,
What I feel is true,
Will you let me love you?”
Bennett cheered, “POGGERS! I think she’ll really like that! Thank you so much, Master Venti!” Bennett threw a sack of mora Venti’s way, accidentally throwing away all of his money, and ran off in the direction of the Adventurers Guild.
As Bennett approached the Guild, his nerves spiked, causing him to trip and fall, barreling down the stairs, rolling to a stop at Fischl’s feet, where she stood in shock.
“Holy shit!” Fischl exclaimed, eyes wide. As she helped the boy to his feet, she composed herself and continued. “I-I mean, oh, courageous knight Bennett of the Adventurer’s Guild, brave and excellent leader of Benny’s Adventurer’s Team, why dost thou presenteth thyself to me, Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, in such a debased manner?.”
“She means, ‘What are you doing here?’” Oz translated helpfully.
Bennett flushed, shyly smiling at the girl, “I...I wrote a poem for you! With the help of Venti and the Traveler of course! Uh- I hope you like it…” He trailed off, handing her the paper.
Fischl blushed, gingerly taking the paper from his hand. Her eyes scanned the paper, and her blush grew tenfold. “T-thou hast graced me with thine beautiful words. As the Prinzessin de-” She paused, deeply flustered. “Oh, fuck it,” She said, fed up, and grabbed Bennett by the collar to pull him into a deep kiss.
They broke apart, both teens blushing furiously.
“Wow! That was POGGERS! Will you be my girlfriend, Fischl?!”
“You are so stupid…” Fischl said affectionately. ”Yes, absolutely.”
Bennett jumped for joy and tackled his girlfriend to the floor, both of them rolling down the staircase in a tight hug.
“Well, there goes the poggers.”