The Tale Of Tenfingers Part 16

The Tale Of Tenfingers Part 16
"...and that's when I knew the effects of the curse were completely random. Maybe-"

"Woah, wait!" Jalah felt it necessary to interrupt her friend's tale. "That's not true!" she blurted out.

"Yes it is. I stole two different amounts of money, and got a larger increase from the smaller sum. Remember what I was telling you about the woodcarver and the spice merchant*?"

"Why bring that up? That's perfectly consistent with the mechanics of the curse I explained to you at length days ago. You're acting like I didn't warn you about this when in fact I did." Jalah gave her confused looking friend an exasperated sigh. "I said the severity of the curse's effects depend on the value of the purloined item. But then I went on to explain that the value is subjective and not fixed. You even nodded when I said it. But hey, it's my fault for believing you when you had that look in your eyes." Jalah sounded weary.

Tenfingers was somewhat taken aback by this comment. "What look?"

"That glassy gaze you reserve for daydreaming. It's unmistakable. That's why I decided to quiz you about what I said at the end of my speech. I was shocked when you were able to give a summary. But somehow you weren't really paying attention. You missed some of the important bits."

"Well," Tenfingers guiltily averted her eyes, "maybe you're right. But the way you talk doesn't help! Can't you try to say things plainly?" She launched into a Jalah impression that was scholastic, nasal, and highly inaccurate. "The curse acts upon the subjective, personal and unknowable value of stolen items, one not derived from crude market values." She then reverted to her normal voice. "Just say it works according to how attached they are to whatever is taken."

"Har har. I know I'm prone to go off on tangents about magical theory that may get a bit technical." Her friend looked like she might interject with a hearty agreement here, but thought better of it and remained silent. "It's just my way of trying to help. Though I suppose it's impossible to ask for clarification when you're busy fantasizing about..." Jalah paused to think of something witty to say when her brain supplied her with an excellent hypothesis. "Big squishy boobies?" She flashed her friend a wicked grin and mashed her breasts together, subtlety relaxing the holding charm trapping them inside her dress**. They billowed out of her neckline like rising bread dough.

Either as confirmation of her guess, or embarrassment over this display, Tenfingers blushed beet red, and promptly got up to leave. "Well, such a nice visit. I just remembered I have a pressing errand to run. I'd love to stay and chat, but I gotta go! Ta ta!"

*pt12
**pt5


lurker man! (now gazing silently) on
O_O

*blood gushing from nose* NOSEBLEED! AUGH! *died*

Miss Selainie on
Well, in Tenfinger's defense, big squishy boobies /are/ awfully distracting. I have no doubt anyone here would have a hard time maintaining my attention anywhere else. ^_^

CaptRory on
YAY! ANOTHER TENFINGERS! ^^

This is a good one too! I love the similes! "They billowed out of her neckline like rising bread dough."


Cowprobe on
Wonderful to see more of Tenfinger's adventures.

Thank you for forging ahead on this shapely saga.

Muhznit on
Delayed part is delayed, but welcome regardless. :D

woot on
Indifferent artist is indifferent.

Melissa on
Has she gotten rounder? Sheesh. =3

Godzilla on
it's good to see the Tenfingers Saga again. I think Jalah is very unique. This character certainly qualifies as "Exotic."

Miss Selainie on
Melissa: Maybe she was stealing glances from TF. ^_^

BalloonPrincess on
Magnificent! Glad to see this back! :)

chocolatier12 on
We need more chocolate/coffee boobs. The BIGGER the BETTER! :D

Somebody on
yaaay theyre back.... i mean tenfingers ... the boobs too if u thought that

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