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The sound of squealing wheels and gunshots make it very difficult to focus on anything else, but I would never dream of giving this, this holy ‘movie,’ anything other than my complete attention. The time I spent in Rimuru’s stomach was agonizing beyond belief, but I am beyond thankful that I was able to learn his native tongue as a result. Truly a fortunate series of events, I did very good finding myself such an understanding friend.
Ever since I was able to escape from the Unlimited Imprisonment of that strange, beautiful, slightly terrifying hero I have done my best to stay by my Rimuru’s side. That is what besties (Is that the correct term? I heard Milim using it and being locked in a cave for 300 years have put me a little behind on local slang) are for after all! Unfortunately, my bestie is far too great! Founding a city and it already catching the ire of human nations, his luck is truly extraordinary! Of course I will be fine on my own, 300 years was boring but not lonely, that much I can say for certain.
But when Rimuru invites me to watch a movie, well it would only be rude if I was to decline! Not because I miss him after being quite literally inseparable from him! If anything, he is too attached to me! Who can blame him! Not me, certainly! Yes, yes, sing your praises for me Rimuru!
I open my eyes and look over to my left at Rimuru as he lays back on the floor of my house, his eyes closed as he occasionally shoves a mouthful of some heated grain into his mouth. I forget what he calls it but he certainly does seem to enjoy it whenever he uses Thought Communication so we may watch a movie together, and I enjoy watching him use a fraction of his strength on Fire Magic so that it’s heated to the exact temperature he prefers. What an amazing creature my friend is!
Such a touching final act… the revealing of all the machinations and hardships that the poor boy went through to protect his friend… it’s enough to make a True Dragon cry. Not I, certainly, but I’m certain if my sisters were here they would be bawling all over each other. Me? Oh no, I am far too manly for such things! Ahh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! My eyes are watery? Nonsense!
I can’t help but look over at Rimuru, just to see his reaction to such a heartfelt scene. It’s important to know what my friend likes and doesn’t like after all! Even in the darkness, I can see the shimmering of something running down his face. Yes, yes, I fully expected this. Rimuru is truly a ‘man’s man.’ There is nothing more manly than crying when something affects you like this. I grab a small tissue from beside me and pass it over to him wordlessly as he accepts it quickly.
Then, after a short pause,
“I’m glad it was you.”
Hm? Passing the tissue? I suppose as a fellow man’s man it would make sense that he could find comfort in my kind stoi-
“I could’ve met anyone when I first came to this world, and it was you. I’ve been thinking about it, and I think that’s the best thing that could’ve happened to me. I know I give you a lot of snark, and maybe you deserve a lot of it, but you’re a good friend. Probably the best I’ve ever had.”
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“V… Veldora?”
Yes. Crying in front of your bestie is truly manly. Yet another thing that I have learned from my best friend .
How very lucky I am.