Chapter Two: Dinner with Mom
Otaku hears his mother’s footsteps fade away, but he stays at the door listening for a few more minutes to be sure. Finally deciding she was gone, he heads back to his computer, “She really needs to learn to knock, who knows what I am doing in here,” he stops to picks up a pair of sweatpants off the floor and puts them on. “I could have been entertaining a girl for all she knows!” This pauses him in his tracks as he delves deeper in that thought and a lecherous grins crosses his face. “Yes, an elf girl. With her smooth pale skin and the body so tiny that…” Otaku’s pervious thoughts were interrupted by a ding from his computer. “He responded!”
Crossing the rest of the room with one giant leap he slams into his computer chair “Let’s see what this bandit loving loser wrote, bet it’s him admitting defeat after reading that masterpiece of Tesoro’s greatness I put forth!” Otaku start to get excited thinking about defeating yet another rival. With a click of the mouse he pulls up the chat thread and sees his opponent’s response
“Tesoro sucks, your stupid.”
Otaku’s grip on his mouse tightened, turning his knuckles white, as he processed his feelings over this “What kind of response is that” “Didn’t he read all the amazing points in my post” “HOW DEAR HE SAY TESORO SUCKS!” “This guy is just a troll” “How the hell does it have ten likes already” “It’s you’re not your” “THIS UNEDUCATED LOSER!”. All these thoughts flashed through him in an instant and fed the rage that was building up within him. His eyes darts around the room looking for an outlet, and they lock on to his body pillow. He rushes over to it and starts punching it, grunting words as he lands each blow. “That” “Stupid” Uneducated” “Dummy”
After a time, Otaku comes to his senses and calms down. He looks downs at his body pillow, which he just beat up, and sees Tesoro’s image and realization sets in. “I’m so sorry Tesoro, I didn’t mean it” he moans as he clutches his pillow and strokes its “You know I would never do anything to hurt you.” His eyes dart back to the computer, “This is all his fault!”. He gently sets down the pillow and stomps back over to his chair. Plopping down into it, he cracks his fingers “Time to get to work and defeat this unworthy opponent!”. And with that, the tapping of the keys began.
Miss Weaboo was already on her fourth drink, by the time Otaku finally enter the living room for dinner. “Otaku, what took you so long? The food is cold now.” she states, then she remembers what he was doing when she tried to enter his room, so she added “Did you at least wash your hands?” with a grin.
Otaku rolled his eyes at this, his mom had different levels of drunkenness’ and he knew them all. Where she was at right now he referred to as level two the “Childlike humor stage” he was just hoping to finish his dinner before she reached the third level “Meddle in my life stage”.
Otaku takes the seat opposite of his mom “Sorry mom, was just finishing up my writing” he replies, ignoring her joke “Thanks, for the food though” he finishes with a smile.
This catches Miss Weaboo off guard, she was expecting some sort of retort. She was about to try and goad him some more and then remembers why she is having this dinner and her goal, so she refrains herself from poking any more fun.
The next few minutes pass in silence with Otaku eating and Miss Weaboo drinking. Then a question breaks the void “Otaku” Miss Weaboo starts “Are you interested in girls?”
Otaku was taking a bite as she asked this and the audacity of the question made him choke on his food. Between the coughing and the banging on his chest he manage croak out one word in response “What?”
“Well I was just wondering if you like girls” Miss Weaboo pauses and then continues “Or is it boys?” Honestly could be either one she thinks, reflecting on his behavior towards Tesoro.
“MOM!” Otaku shouts “What are you asking, of course I like girls!”
“Well, how come I never see you with any?” she continues, and to just to drive the knife a little deeper she adds “All you ever do is sit in that room and type about that Tesoro character. You’ll never find a girl like that!”
“That’s not true” Otaku quickly responds “HornyElfGirl69 is a girl!” Otaku regrets saying this even before it leaves his mouth, but continues anyways “And we talk every day! And just so you know, she was my first” he smiles while saying this, but the smile quickly leaves his face.
Otaku stating that makes her mind wanders back to what she almost walked in on and she drains the rest of the bottle that is in front of her.
“HornyElfGirl69, really Otaku. Real girls don’t have numbers in their names” she digs the knife a little deeper and continues “And typing on a keyboard does not count as your first time, Jesus Otaku!”
Otaku mutters something under his breathe and just hangs his head in shame, which made Miss Weaboo’s heart sank. “I meant to encourage him, not destroy him” she thinks. Getting back on track with her original plan she continues “I don’t mean to be mean Otaku, it is just that I have a single friend at work….” she trailed off as Otaku’s head snapped up.
“Sorry, mom. I’m not interested in older girls” he says snarkily.
The look of disgust on Otaku’s face brought Miss Weaboo’s good mood back “She’s your age Otaku” she laughs “She a younger nurse, only been with us a year”
If she was sober, she would have noticed the lecherous grin that crosses Otaku’s face, instead she took it as enthusiasm and it just reconfirm her resolve to see this through. “I see that you are interested” she states “Want me to set you up on a date?”
The excitement that rose up within in Otaku could not be hidden, his face lit up as he jumped out of his seat, slams his hands on the table and leans towards his mom “Are you serious?”
The sparkle in Otaku’s eyes made Ms. Weaboo’s heart lift “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him this excited about anything that didn’t involved Tesoro” she thinks “maybe this plan will work and Haruna can man him up some” she smiles smugly as she say “I will give her a call tonight.”
Otaku struggled to believe this was really happening, stunned he slumps back down in the chair with his arms dangling at his sides “A date with a real girl, one that doesn’t involve asking her to describe what she looks like or typing out about how the date is going” panic begins to slowly seep in as he realize he has never been on a real date before “how do I behave?” “What do I wear?” “Can I handle this?” understanding his lack of knowledge on this topic he began to form a plan “the only way to prepare for this is to do some studying” as these thoughts rattle around inside his head his mind wanders to the stack of romance novels he has piled up under his bed “those guys always get the girl, it will be the perfect blueprint for the date”. He smiles to himself “the perfect plan, Tesoro would be proud of me” With that he jumps up and manages to say “Thanks mom, I’m going to go do some studying” before bolting to his room.
Miss Weaboo shakes her head at his behavior, “at his age and acting like this over a date” she eyes the mess on the table that Otaku left behind, sighing she mutters “One thing at a time, at least I’m getting him out of the house” as she goes about clearing the table.
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