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In Which Teen Zetta Cruises For Chicks [Open. I am sorry.]

Sunglasses on.

Engine roaring.

Music blaring.

Accelerator depressed, gears engaged, and he was off.

The 2023 Ferrari Infinity streaked like a bullet through the City, down corridors, across the obs deck, anywhere it could reach, a black blur to those with slow vision, accented by a red streak where the flames of the Overlord's hair trailed far behind the convertible in wind-tossed delight. A smug grin on his face, left elbow propped firmly on the door, the Overlord did what any teen demon -- or, demon de-aged to about 1700 or so -- would do.

He was cruising for chicks.

Ladies, look out; Teen Zetta is looking for you.

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One step at a time Zetta. The fact you got Lash to admit anything, much less from a time that she hadn't even known what it was like to feel much emotions was probably the biggest victory of all.

"Right, right." She twirled one finger around, still not moving from her position. "Well then, oh Badass Overlord, didn't you say there would be desert?"

"We didn't just have it?" He grinned. That ought to break a little of that spell, since he was straight back to smug and confident. He didn't quite let her go, but he did let one arm fall away from her to point at the table.

"The flaming tablecloth wasn't to impress you, by the way, that's actually pretty normal down here. Like you said, solves the need for lighting. But here's the Netherworld's finest dessert!"

The remains of the food they'd abandoned vanished, replaced instead with two monster bowls of what could only be.... chocolate pudding.

"Ha! So by that logic, you agree with everything else I said!" If he could be smug, she'd poke to him about it. "But you have to admit for someone who's never seen something on fire like that before, it is pretty impressive." Wait, now she was admitting at being impressed.

But then...pudding! The texture resembled the desert the Black Hole army gave out in rations with 'taste of maybe something sweet if you close your eyes and get punched by the guy on your right'. This was way better.

"!!!....um, what is it?" But also a complete mystery to her. Lash, that was sorta pathetic.

"Chocolate pudding," Zetta said. He didn't think it was pathetic, primarily because he wasn't sure they even HAD it on human worlds. If they did, it couldn't possibly be as good as the Netherworld variety!

(Which was pretty good.)

It was quite probably true. Cacao beans infused with netherworld air created better tasting end products.

"Oooooh!" Chocolate, that she knew about, from her trip to the candy store a long while ago, or what seemed like a long time ago. It was hard to gauge time with all these memories going haywire and what had just happened the last few hours. "That does sounds pretty good!"

Except, you know. The whole moving away and having to sit down part.

"It is!"

In sympathy with that little problem, he escorted her over to her seat, the better to prolong the contact.

His hand was warm. She noticed that mostly when they finally let go, and the cooler air of the netherworld brushed against it. With a grin that didn't seem to want to be leaving, she sat down on her end of the table.

The substance appeared to be liquid, so she picked up one of the spoons, dipped it in and put it in her mouth.

Oh wooow. Even the chocolate Xaxing was not this good (to be fair Lash had bought really cheap varieties). "I like it!"

That was an odd sort of ache when he let her go. Weird.

He plopped down into his seat like he owned the place, which of course he did, and scooped up a spoon. "Of course you do!"

"Oh right." She branded her spoon and branded it at him. "Well then, if I had been allergic to chocolate, what would you have done? There's no way you could have made me liked it!" Maybe one day Lash would stop trying to find a way to argue in her favor for no reason.

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"You might have still liked it, even if it made you sick," Zetta countered, pointing his own spoon right back at her.

She twirled her spoon in the air as she talked. "But then I would have been sick! I don't think your idea of a good date is ending in the medical ward, I bet." Oh look, she had actually acknowledge this might, perhaps, be a date.

She took another scoop of the pudding.

"I didn't say it would end well, I just said allergies and liking aren't the same." He just had to be right! Unlike Lash, the picture of conciliation.

And she better acknowledge it, he won it fair and square!

"So you would have forced me to eat it to prove your point?" The food in her bowl was rapidly disappearing.

Hey, you'd won the right to hit on her Zetta. She never said the word date. Well. Except now.

"How would you have known you were allergic till you ate it?"

In some ways, Zetta at this age was not very different from Zetta at his normal age...

"Allergic tests!...not that they could have tested it against cacao...and whatever else is in this." Whatever it was, it was really good as there was none left. The spoon rang out as it hit the left in the bowl.

"But I guess that's moot point since I'm not allergic and I'm finished." So why had they been arguing about it in the first place? Oh right. Egos.

He took his last spoonful as well, pitched the spoon into the bowl, and banished the table and all with a mental command. "Pretty good dessert for a pretty good date," he said.

~~Then Lash fell on the floor because the chairs were banished too, gdit Zetta.~~

"Yeah, it wasn't soooo bad." Understatement of the century. "You're a pretty good host. When you want to be."

~~Table and all meant table and all the stuff that was on it! The chairs were not on it!~~

"Of course I am. I'm the best there is, remember? And a wunderkind deserves the best treatment an Overlord can give."

Oooh, he was particularly pleased with that one.

"That's right! I am Black Hole's wunderkind," she laughed at that. "Even if there is no Black Hole anymore." Oddly enough, the idea didn't bother her as much as it should have. "This place is pretty fun anyway. Whole...getting younger and losing your memories thing withstanding."

"I won't say I don't miss my Netherworld, but you bet your ass I'm gonna be finding people's homeworlds when it's all done."

Including yours, Lash. There'll be no escape.

"Well bring me along until most of them are, found okay? After all of this and the stuff on the ship, even a place like Wars World is going to feel boring."

Seriously, how can you go back to piperunners and Neotanks once you've had dinners in a Netherworld and piloted giant robots.

~~and made out with an Overlord~~

"Oh, you wanna join my Netherworld willingly, huh?" He raised his eyebrows, grinning smugly. "I'd give you a Drill Tank just to let you run wild with it if you did!"

"We'll see," she teased back. "First step is defeating the Ohm. Oh and making sure we don't die, I guess." You know, the whole fact they were getting younger and younger.

"Between you and me, and maybe with a little help from the rest of the crew, that all shouldn't be a problem." Confidence was never in short supply for the Overlord!

"Right! Nothing can stop us now!" Except getting young as this needed to be pointed out again. Then suddenly, "So now if you do end up meeting my mom, what are you going to tell her about me? I bet it's going to be different from last time, tee hee hee!"

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Icons for everything. Well kinda.

Haaa ha ha ha ha. Also that earlier picture was awesome.

500 hours in photoshop (1 hour with a cold)

Boo cold

I am fighting it with orange juice and soup

Get better!

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