Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drabbles - Yamcha ❯ Pitiful ( Chapter 7 )
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Pitiful
“How pitiful can I be?” Yamcha asked his empty beer mug. “Here I am -- a good-looking bachelor -- completely unable to get a date!”
“Don’t feel bad,” Puar said, patting him on the shoulder. “It’s not the end of the world.”
“That’s right. Just the end of our social lives,” Oolong grumbled, chugging the last of his own drink. “If the great Yamcha can’t find a date there’s absolutely no hope for the rest of us!”
“Well . . .” Puar said, trying to think of something positive to say. “At least we have each other.”
The blue cat barely dodged the flying mugs.
“How pitiful can I be?” Yamcha asked his empty beer mug. “Here I am -- a good-looking bachelor -- completely unable to get a date!”
“Don’t feel bad,” Puar said, patting him on the shoulder. “It’s not the end of the world.”
“That’s right. Just the end of our social lives,” Oolong grumbled, chugging the last of his own drink. “If the great Yamcha can’t find a date there’s absolutely no hope for the rest of us!”
“Well . . .” Puar said, trying to think of something positive to say. “At least we have each other.”
The blue cat barely dodged the flying mugs.