Hentai Colloquialism

The first thing he did after waking up was go to the washroom and relieve himself. He felt a pang of excitement rush into his body as he pulled out his phone and pulled up the game server. The first thing he had done was reach for his phone early in the morning. He had a couple of hours before he would be sitting in front of the firing squad, answering questions that the reporters threw at him. It was two days before the release of the film and the production houses were in a frenzy. He still had to travel a lot to complete the promotions and finally find himself at home for a couple of weeks before shooting began again.

There was plenty of time to see what his new friend had to say. He felt a bit ridiculous for having such a big smile on his face as he opened the server. He chuckled lightly at her comment.

[Notice me, senpai. Yess. Yess. I like warm and fuzzy pats. And I was there fangirling over Ray Kon when he showed up on screen.]

He was delighted. She had been a child in the early 2000s to be able to say that she had been there fangirling since the beginning. It gave him pleasure to find out that he wouldn't be flashing a stranger any time soon, not that he was going to flash her anytime soon. The thought came to him suddenly.

He finally understood why he had thought of such nonsense. It was her perverse twist of words, her knowledge of hentai colloquialism that had prompted such embarrassing thoughts to evade his mind.

His little friend perked up at the image of this faceless girl acting like a loli. She was a kinky little thing, wasn't she? He liked it immensely. He felt like they were on the same wavelength.

He budged himself out of the train of thought and slowly started typing out his reply.

[RayKon53: Once a fangirl, always a fangirl. I know how you feel. If you know our favourite character since childhood, you are not a very small girl, now, are you? I am noticing you, rin rin. Don't you see? *spreads arm in invite*]

Nothing like a little teasing back. If she could tease, so could he. Cage Cavanaugh wasn't afraid of a little kink and a little raunchiness. He would very much like to play out her fantasies.

The more he thought about it, the harder he became.

- - -

Katherine was busy cooking brunch when she saw Angela coming out of her room with a shit-eating grin on her face. She knew instantly that whatever was going to happen would not be pleasant for her.

"Why do you have that stupid smile on your face?" she asked with a groan. She awaited the reply, almost hoping that the answer wasn't what she dreaded the most.

"He accepted my game. Not even ten minutes after I sent the request, he accepted the request and started playing." Silly girl. She actually thought she got him.

"Did you message him?" Katherine asked subtly, hoping not to sound too snippy.

"Of course, I said I was his biggest fan." 'Biggest fan?' Katherine snorted inwardly. She could consider herself the biggest fan, but someone who could be stupid enough to search for a character name as ID? Angelina was far from a hardcore fan, not to mention his biggest fan. Katherine almost wanted to be offended, but she also understood that the girl possibly couldn't have said that she was a lesser fan. She let the matter go.

"Did he say anything back?" She was curious.

"He said Kevin Heart was the best character he ever played," Angelina paused and gave a pointed look at Katherine, who was patiently eyeing her. She had a small smile on her face, but the warning in Angelina's eyes told her not to mess with the slightly obsessed girl. "And he knew my name is Angelina, so perceptive!" she squealed. Katherine burst out into laughter at that.

"Your screen name is QueenAngelina," she said softly, not wanting to offend the girl too much. "It's not that hard to guess. We didn't ask him to solve a Quantum Physics question."

"Oh, please. He is smart. You can attest to the fact." Angelina's eyes made Katherine stop. She truly believed that this guy was the real deal, and worse, he had told her so. Katherine's curiosity changed to mistrust and bafflement.

"I'm sorry for being snarky. I haven't had a good night of sleep. For your sake, I hope it's him," she said, looking at Angelina with a sympathetic look.

"Don't be sarcastic, Katherine." But she hadn't been sarcastic, she wanted to say, but she remained silent. "Of course, it's him." And there is was, the entitlement and confirmation that she truly believed she was talking to a celebrity. Just that she was far beyond the age where one could be catfished in such a way. Clearly, if this went too far, they would have to write into the cast of Catfish and have a gala time getting at the bottom of this show. "He said so himself."

Katherine nodded. "What do you plan on doing?"

"He's going to fall in love with me and whisk me away. I'll act as his co-star in a movie and then I'll be famous and the mother of his beautiful babies." Fantastic. How did they come to this, again? She would have groaned if it didn't offend her friend. She held back and silently thought of how to slowly ease how ludicrous the idea was into Angelina's mind.