DAY 19: DUSK

DAY 19

DUSK

If you don’t bring back souvenirs in Omui, you’re legally bankrupt.

THE LADY FINGER BOUDOIR

 

I WAS SO HUNGRY AND TIRED, but the Class Rep yelled at me when I admitted that I couldn’t pay for my lodgings and dinner. Will there ever be a day when I’m not scolded?

“Didn’t I just tell you that money is important?” the Class Rep said. “How did you bankrupt yourself already?! Do you think you’re a spendthrift decadent poet who can blame society for your terrible decisions?! You’re no Baudelaire!”

All I did was go shopping? Was she upset that I didn’t buy her a souvenir? How could she treat me like a beggar and scoundrel? No one truly understands my heart’s deep melancholy. Society made me what I am.

The guild ended up covering my debts, since they still owed me. I snuck up to my room with all of my new goodies. No shopping spree was complete without the joy of seeing everything I got. I sorted out my purchases by category. I put the gloves on my bed, but the cloaks were too bulky, so I spread them on the floor. The rings fit nicely on the side table.

“Uhm…what was this again?” I said to myself. “The Evasion Cloak, huh?”

I might’ve bought too much stuff—I was losing track of what anything was. I stifled a yawn and realized that I needed to sleep. With all this junk everywhere, I couldn’t sleep in my bed.

“Crap, it’s almost morning. Wait, am I already asleep?”

That was enough for today. I could store all the extra equipment in my Seven Slots equipment, right? Whoa, they merged! At least I didn’t need to tidy anymore—time to sleep. But what should I do about money? And my sex appeal?! Goodbye, sweet sex appeal…goodbye.