Is It Wrong To Pick Up Cat Girls In Another World

Chapter Twelve

As morning came, rays of sunlight broke into Robert's room, escaping past the blinds like a hero dodging bullets in the Matrix. He stirred, not wanting to wake up, not wanting to raise his eyelids to confirm that once again he was in a different world. But alas, that was becoming more and more difficult due to the sudden increase in noise coming from outside his room.

"You fucker, give that back!!" Came a scream that anyone who heard it would instantly understand that murder was probably about to be committed, and more than likely deserved. After listening to those two fight, not caring about who or what they disturbed, Robert finally slowly d**g himself out of bed, clawing his way along the floor, and began getting ready for his day. He didn't have any other clothes besides the ones he had taken off the night before, so he just threw those back on hoping that he'd be able to find some way to clean them after getting a better place than.

After everything was ready and Robert's daily cry-fest was over, he opened the door ready for anything that could be thrown his way. Then as his door flew open Robert was immediately greeted with a n***d man shouting at the top of his lungs pointing upwards at someone else holding what looked like a towel in his hands.

"I said to give that back you fucker," the man shouted while thrusting his finger forward at the other man causing his balls to rock back and forth. Robert then slowly shut his door not ready for what the world had to throw at him.

After waiting in his room for another hour, ear pressed firmly against his door making sure that no sounds could be heard from the outside, he opened up his door and headed downstairs ready to grab a mission and work his way out of poverty.

  As Robert made his way past the tavern part of the guild he noticed the same catgirl receptionist from the day before. He wanted to walk up and talk to her, get to know her but instead, he went to the job board and began looking for something that would help him out of poverty. It wasn't until he was in front of it that he remembered, he had no clue how to read their language! No matter what he did nothing made sense of what he was reading. Sure, the prize was easy to find, but that still didn't tell him where, when, or what he would be doing.

Standing there for a second trying his best to figure out what to do, he came up with a plan. Robert slowly approached the reception desk where the grey-furred snow leopard looking catgirl was working.

"So umm … got any good quests available to an F rank adventurer such as myself?" he asked trying to be as smooth as possible, he didn't want her to know he couldn't read the language.

"You can't read can you?" She said looking at him with a smile, trying her best to hold back a laugh. Robert just stood there mouth agape trying to figure out how he failed at getting past her notice.

"I saw you staring at the job board like it was a dragon that just landed in the city, then you come over here asking for a good job. The only thing to conclude is that you can't read," she said while putting her hand on her cheek holding back what could either be a snicker or a full-on laugh Robert didn't know which.

"You can't reach the top shelf can you?" Robert retorted back trying to find any solution to save an ounce of his pride. All she did was look at him dead in the eyes and say: "d**k move," then with that, she grabbed his right hand and began dragging him towards the job bored, most likely to explain what jobs were available to him At the same time this was happening another adventurer who had been watching this unfold from the tavern side could be seen spitting out his beer in surprise as the catgirl grabbed Roberts hand.