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It wasn’t too often Don Quixote of La Mancha left his own palace, let alone with his second kindred, Sancho, with the stoic child of yellow hair not being the most… social. To say the least.
At the current moment, they were traversing through a port of U-Corp. I mean, who would assume a duo of Bloodfiends were within a land of water! An ingenious idea to stay under the radar, thought the white-haired fiend.
They had decided to get a taste of something known as… ‘Iced Cream’, made from… Maidens of… Mer…?
Whatever that may mean, they thereafter had taken a seat in a spot of decent shade. The yellow-haired daughter stared at his elder, savoring the cold treat despite this.
Sancho
“... Father. If I may ask, what was the point of coming out here?”
Don Quixote of La Mancha
“Ah, dear Sancho. I was awaiting that question. We’re simply here to explore until something piques interest. Nothing more, nor less!”
After this short exchange, Sancho gave a small nod, partially of annoyance, and partially of understanding. These outings were not uncommon. Don Quixote would wander, find something, and return home with the 50th fixation of the week. The knitting incident was not forgotten within Sancho's mind.
The food was not bad, per say. The taste was difficult to describe, but was fine nonetheless. With the food finished, they stood and continued on their merry way.
...
That is, until the duo walked past a poster, on which pictured a yellow, square creature chasing down what seemed to be cartoony jellyfish. Don Quixote quickly doubled back to admire the yellow creature, now deemed a Sponge, observing it closer.
… Spongebob Squarepants. Some form of Televised Airing on something known as a ‘Tee-Vee’, on a ‘Channel’ known as ‘Nick of Lodeon’ …
How peculiar. Don Quixote has heard naught of this ‘Nick’, nor a bloodfiend family under the name of ‘Lodeon’...
Sancho had immediately ran to her fathers side upon noting his absence, and the poster.
Don Quixote of La Mancha
“... Sancho, doth thou knowest of a Bloodfiend Family of… ‘Lodeon’...?”
… Sancho gave her father an incredulous stare. Did this man. Not know what a Television was…?
Ah. Right. Thousand-something year old bloodfiend. Of course he wouldn’t.
About 20 minutes of explaining what a Television was to her father later, Don Quixote’s eyes sparkled in amazement.
Oh no.
Sancho knew that look.
DQOL
“Sancho.”
Sancho
“... Father.”
Don Quixote of La Mancha
“I hath conceived an idea…”
Sancho
“... Father, No.”
Don Quixote of La Mancha
“We are watching thy Bobbed Sponge fully, in a marathon. I shan’t rest until I hath experienced all that this Bob of Yellow hath to offer!”
Sanc-
“... I feel as if there is something el-”
Don Quixote of La Mancha
“AND. ALL OF MINE FAMILY SHALL EXPERIENCE IT WITH ME.”
Sancho
“FATHER NO-”
But, Sancho’s arm was already grabbed, and her father made a mad dash back toward the palace.
This was going to be a long next 3 weeks.