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To celebrate Herta’s birthday, the people of The Blue have the habit of hosting large events and larger conventions, offering a myriad of merch, cosplays, and all kind of officially condoned or not fanworks.
But there was one that was more grandiose than any other, more dazzling than anywhere else on the planet. The Herta Con, held every year in Herta’s hometown. It’s scale knows no bounds and the queue is so long hoping to grab the more limited pieces of merch is a mere fleeting dream.
Within this queue, the Stellaron Hunters, minus Firefly who was on a date with Stelle, were waiting.
“Wolfie dear, we moved four steps in the last hour. Are all of your events like this?”
Silver Wolf raised her gaze from her handheld console.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s a big thing and we arrived before the opening hours, we won’t have to queue too much.”
Cue two hours later.
“Wolfie, it’s already half past one, and the event opened at ten. How come we barely moved? Bladie is starting to get impatient.”
Silver Wolf lowered her phone.
“We haven’t ‘barely moved’ we’re almost there. Shouldn’t you be the patient one and me not?”
Kafka shook her head.
“If it was an event centered around Himeko, I’d get it, but Herta’s your girlfriend, not ours.”
Silver Wolf became Pinker Wolf.
“She ain’t my girlfriend yet! I… I mean, she ain’t my girlfriend! I just need you to grab more things limited to one each to make fun of her, yeah, that!”
Blade sighed.
“You better eat your veggies for the rest of the week, Silver Wolf.”
Kafka let out a small laugh.
“You heard your uncle, Wolfie. Careful if you want to keep your snack privilege.”
One hour later.
“Look Kafka, Bladie! It’s gonna be our turn next! Remember, Kafka you take a blind box, the standard mouse pad and the 1/8 scale figure. Bladie you take another blind box, the plushie, the acrylic stand, the banner and special event artwork. I’ll take care of the rest.”
As they ordered, Blade struggled to remember the full list of merch Silver Wolf asked him to get, Kafka got accidentally called ‘Mom’ by the staff and Silver Wolf ordered so much that she filled four bags by herself.
As they got out, Kafka couldn’t help but ask.
“Wouldn’t it have been faster if we used my Spirit Whisper?”
As the realisation dawned upon Silver Wolf, she found an excuse.
“We’re wanted criminals, acting out of line would cause chaos and I’d lose on some merch.”
Up in the Herta Space Station, Herta walked away happily from a screen. She had been observing the trio and deliberately increased their queue time, just to mess with a certain adorable hacker.