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"Fucking piece of shit..." The man that had been causing a mess in the restaurant slowly walked away, slightly turning his head to glare at Foster as he left, his posse following right behind him. Most people in the restaurant hadn\'t seen what Foster did to make them leave, but there were a few that noticed the flower rot away, making them quite nervous as they watched him just stand there now. In the end, even if necromancy was legal, it was still a sort of sinister magic that was clearly frowned upon. 

"Are you alright?" Ignoring all those people, Foster looked at the young woman that had fallen over before, and she slowly nodded her head, "Yeah I- I\'m fine..." She replied, before turning her head to look at Silvia, glancing from her to Foster and back a few times, "Really, thank you so much for your help... and for healing the cuts as well...."

"Of course, don\'t worry about it." Silvia replied with a gentle smile, placing her hand on the girl\'s back for a few moments. Things slowly settled down again, and the shards of glass and wine on the ground were cleaned up. Meanwhile, Foster and Silvia returned to their table to try and finish their dinner.

They sat down, and just looked at the table in silence for a few moments. The stares from people across the restaurant still penetrated Foster even from afar, so he was getting more and more annoyed.

"So..." Silvia finally said, and Foster slowly raised his head, "Necromancy, huh..?"

"...Yep." He replied, "I mean, it\'s not like I picked it out, it just kinda... happened, you know?"

"No, I get it. I heard you\'ve got a necromancy resistance too... so it just kind of makes sense." Silvia pointed out. Once more, the silence continued, as Foster was trying to gauge exactly where this conversation was going. But he really had no idea. After all, he only knew about the bad reputation of necromancy through Lynol and Octer, who had repeatedly told him that he shouldn\'t tell others about it. So he really had no idea how Silvia was going to react to this.

"Are you planning on turning me into an undead?" She finally asked, and Foster raised his brow, "Not currently, no."

"Do you want to take over this town with your undead army?"

"I actually can\'t even do... undead stuff." Foster pointed out, "I just do... what was it? Energy-based casting? Like the thing I did earlier, that was \'Chilling Touch\', where I just-"

"I\'ve heard of it." Silvia replied with a shrug, "If you\'re not planning on using it on me, then I don\'t really care. It\'s sort of a creepy magic, but... that doesn\'t mean you\'re bad?" She pointed out, and Foster lightly smiled. He reached his hand out over the table, and Silvia reached out hers, as they grabbed each other\'s hands with light smiles on their faces.

--- 

"Wake the fuck up, you little bastard!" Loud knocks on the door echoed throughout the small, empty room that Foster was in with his date. They had just started making out, and now an interruption like this came? How bothersome. With a loud groan, Foster stood up and approached the door of this small apartment, "Who\'s there?" He asked, and the man on the other side became silent for a few moments.

"Who\'s there? Who\'s there? I\'m the guy whose wife you\'re fucking right now, you piece of shit!" The man on the other side of the door yelled out. Foster turned his head, looking at the girl laying on his bed half-naked, "You\'re married?" He asked her. The girl shrugged, "Sort of."

"Urgh..." Foster let out a loud groan and opened the door, "Sorry man, I didn\'t-" He said, but before he could finish, the man kicked against the door and pushed Foster on the ground. And while he was trying to stand up, the first thing that he saw was the barrel of a gun.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" The man yelled out, and Foster looked at him with a wry smile, "Maybe you could point that thing somewhere else, and I can answer you?" He asked, and the large, bulking man glared at him angrily.

Rolling his eyes, Foster told him, "Listen man, I didn\'t know Jessica was married, she didn\'t tell me!"

"Huh? Who\'s Jessica?!" The man yelled out in response, turning his head toward the girl currently covering her body with a blanket, "Who the fuck are you?"

"No, who the fuck are you?" She replied with a frown, "And by the way, my name is Jasmin!"

"Meh, same thing." Foster replied annoyed, as the man glared back at him, "Where the fuck is Hannah?" 

Opening his eyes wide in surprise, Foster let out a loud laugh, "Oh shit, you\'re Hannah\'s husband? How\'s she been doing? Did she get her back checked out?"

"Well yes, she did, but- Fucking piece of-" The man stepped forward and pressed the barrel of the gun against Foster\'s forehead, placing his index finger on the trigger, ready to pull.

"You sure you wanna do this, dude?" Foster asked with a slight grin, and the man was clearly ready to shoot him into his smug face. But just then, Foster kicked the edge of the table near him, pushing something off its edge. The man was distracted for just a moment, which Foster used to turn his head to the side and grab the man\'s arm, pulling him forward. After a strike to the man\'s face with his elbow, Foster unloaded the gun and threw it on the table. He pulled the bullets out of the magazine and gathered them in his hand, while the man was trying to get back up. But Foster just kicked him to the ground again, stuffing a handful of bullets into the man\'s mouth, pressing it shut.

"How about you just turn around, go home, and fuck your wife?" He asked, and the man slowly nodded his head, while Foster proceeded to pull him toward the door to kick him out. After closing the door behind this random guy, he quickly turned back toward the bed, smiling at the girl that was still sitting  there, "Alright, where were we?"

--- 

Foster woke up, looking at the ceiling. He turned his head to the side and saw Silvia laying next to him. With a quiet groan, he sat up, \'What an unpleasant dream...\' he thought to himself. Slowly, Silvia woke up as well, and with a light smile looked up at him, "Good morning..." She said tiredly, and Foster smiled back at her, "Morning. Just curious, but you\'re not married, are you?"

"Married?" Silvia asked, confused where this was coming from, "Of course not. What makes you ask that?"

"Nothing, just a bad dream." Foster said, before he looked out the window, "The sun has barely gone up... and I only have somewhere to be at noon.

"...and I have the afternoon shift..." Silvia replied, as the two of them looked into each others\' eyes, before she pulled him back down onto herself. An action that Foster would gladly use to distract himself from that bothersome, bad dream.