In Which the Overlord is Flat On His Face

[badassfreakingoverlord]

It's going to be one of those days.

In the hallway directly outside the mess hall lay a book. The bright red body and overall size clearly pointed to it being the Overlord, for those familiar with him, but his back cover was the one facing upwards. No sign of any minion around. None of the cursing, struggling, and flopping one would expect from Zetta in such an undignified posture.

Just a tome, lying flat on the ground, as if a crew member had simply discarded it thoughtlessly.

Comments

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"He interrupted our fun! That's good enough for me, damn it!" Zetta snapped.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

"Well how did he do it? Did he just come and say 'stop having fun?' or did he just arrive looking for someone he knew from his world? You really are underestimating how important it is to find someone you know , to make you deal with losing your world."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Actually it was Pram's fault!" That was half-dodging the question, but still. "She deliberately got him to interrupt, for her own sadistic amusement!"