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It's been almost three full years since the previous Qstation came out, which had been quite good regarding game graphics and a couple of entertaining Qs4 games. But, throughout those three years, the supposed amazing graphics for newer games have been getting a bit bland and ‘not so amazing’ for Draluc’s taste. He’d been keeping up with each update on the new QS5 either online or through magazine issues John brings home for him from his weekly walks back from his soccer practices. Lately there haven’t been many updates from either source. Draluc has waited for enough consoles to come out to know this quiet waiting period meant the console was either delayed heavily or releasing very soon. He’d hoped for the latter.
Like always, as soon as 6pm rolled around, Draluc arose from his slumber, cracking his coffin lid open to the bright lights of the apartment. John was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. John looked over to the coffin as Draluc slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.
“Good morning John…” Draluc yawned out as he stretched his limbs, his joints cracking all at once as he did. He climbed out his coffin and stood up, patting John on his little head, John giving a small happy ‘nu’ in response. Draluc glanced around the small apartment for any sign of Ronaldo, but alas, there was none. Just a few clothes strewn on the couch and on the dining chairs.
“Stupid Ronaldo… What does he think I am, his maid?” Draluc grumbled as he walked over to the clothes, picking them up and sighing loudly in annoyance. “He could at least throw them in a pile rather than throw them all over the place like some gorilla…” Draluc walked into the small laundry room connecting to the living room and threw the clothes into the washer, starting the cycle after he adds more than a regular amount of detergent to ‘rid the gorilla smell’ from the clothing.
A few loud ‘nu’s came from the living room, catching Draluc’s attention.
Draluc popped his head out from the laundry room to see the little armadillo running towards him with the magazine in hand. John stopped in front of Draluc’s feet, raising the magazine up towards the vampire giving a string of excited ‘nu’s.
“What is it John?” Draluc gently took the magazine and held it up to read the page John had left it on.
The article on the page was an insider interview from one of the team members working on the QS5.
Gamer Weekly
Insider Interview on the Upcoming QS5!
Interviewer:
‘So, how has the development been for the upcoming QS5? Many QStation fans have been eagerly waiting for its release.’
Staff Member:
‘Well, the development has been going excellently recently. Our engineers have been working hard to ensure that the consumers get what they were promised with the new and better graphics and with our new home interface.’
Interviewer:
‘The last console, the QS4, had astonishing reviews at first launch. Do you think this new console would be able to top what the QS4 has already created’?
Staff Member:
‘Most definitely. While these two consoles had similar promises and aspects, the new QS5 will be made with a higher quality now that new technology and funding has been brought to us with our recent investors.’
Interviewer:
‘When is the QS5 stated to be released?’
Staff Member:
‘It’s planned to be released two weeks from now.’
Two weeks… Draluc’s brain stopped upon reading this new information. John nudged at Draluc’s stiff legs, looking up at him with a concerned ‘nu’. After a few still moments, the gears inside Draluc’s head began turning again as he slowly came back to reality.
“Two weeks?!” Draluc exclaimed, holding the magazine close to his face, rereading each part of the interview over and over again to ensure that he had read the release date correctly.
“This is excellent news John! It’s been almost too long since the last update, I thought I was going to die!”
The front door then slams open, causing sand to burst in the air, replacing the spot where Draluc once stood.
“What’s with all the yelling? I just got home.” Ronaldo stood at the front door of the apartment with an annoyed expression. John let out a string of distressed ‘nu’s at his master’s sudden death. The little armadillo began to push the sand together in an attempt to bring Draluc back to his form quicker.
Ronaldo took notice of John and the pile of sand he was moving around with his little hands. “Cmon! How’d you die this time?” Ronaldo spoke in annoyance as he shut the door behind him, walking towards the couch while slipping his jacket off and throwing it on the edge of the couch.
The vampire had quickly reformed to his physical state and stared angrily at the discarded clothing. “Forget that! Stop leaving your disgusting clothes everywhere! We have a whole laundry room for such things!” Draluc marched over to the couch, grabbing the jacket off the couch and throwing it in Ronaldo’s face, causing the clothing to hit him and slide down to the ground. Ronaldo let out an audible gasp, clearly offended by Draluc’s actions and words.
“How dare you! My clothes are not disgusting!”
“They clearly are if they’re worn by you! Especially when you’re running around drenched in sweat from hunting!”
“I’ll have you know I don’t sweat that much! My clothes are perfectly dry!”
“They may be dry but they sure smell, specifically of a gorilla, you stupid gorilla!”
“I am not a gorilla, stop calling me that!”
“You are one! Stupid Gorilla!”
Ronaldo picked up the nearest object from the coffee table, which happened to be the tv remote, and launched it at Draluc, causing the vampire to quickly dissolve into sand. “You brute! You really are a gorilla!” Draluc called out from the pile of sand.
Ronaldo knelt down to continuously punch the pile of sand in anger, Draluc yelling out for him to stop. John let out cries of distress at seeing Draluc get punched to a pulp by Ronaldo. John ran up to Ronaldo’s legs and started to hit him with his little armadillo hands. Ronaldo felt the small pats against his leg and stopped hitting the pile of sand.
“Aw… I’m sorry John, I’ll stop now. Though that mean old vampire deserved it for insulting me.” Ronaldo spoke in a softer tone as he picked up John and held him in his arms in reassurance.
Draluc began to reform once again, his arms crossed as they formed. “Say whatever you want, just enough with the sloppiness for once. It is quite tiring having to pick up after you the second I awake.” Ronaldo looked up to the annoyed vampire and huffed. “I’m not always sloppy…” He mumbled, looking back down at a now relaxed John who’s just happy his two ‘parents’ finally stopped arguing.
Ronaldo began mumbling things about him not always being sloppy, he does pick after himself and something about Draluc being the dedicated house husband anyways. John patted Ronaldo’s chest in sympathy.
The now reformed Draluc walked over to the forgotten magazine on the floor and picked it up, his body slowly relaxing at the remembrance of the release date for the QS5. He looked over the article again for any new information he didn’t notice the first few hundred rereads. His eyes traveled along the paper, taking in every single word until he abruptly dropped the magazine, staring straight forward with a distressed expression.
Ronaldo noticed Draluc’s stiffness and looked up from John to stare at the vampire in confusion. “What’s up with you?” No response came from the still vampire. John jumped out of Ronaldo’s arms and walked over to Draluc, tugging on his pant leg with a little confused ‘nu?’.
“Uh, Draluc?” Ronaldo stood up and walked towards Draluc. He waved a hand in front of the vampire’s face but still no response.
“Earth to Draluuuc… huh… John I think he finally bro-”
“Theresnoprice!!”
“-Kah!”
Ronaldo yelped as he fell back, leaning against the back of the couch, clearly startled by Draluc’s sudden yell. “What the fuck Draluc!” Ronaldo screamed as he held onto the couch for dear life, his heart thumping heavily out of his chest.
Draluc finally moved his body, frantically looking around himself for the magazine he dropped. He quickly picked it up and his eyes scanned the pages once again. “How could they announce the release date so soon but not the price! This is ridiculous!”
“I have no idea what the hell you’re going about, but what the fuck!” Ronaldo attempted to calm his heart, holding his hand over his chest to feel his accelerated heartbeat. Draluc turned the magazine towards Ronaldo, pointing to the last few lines of the interview.
“The QS5 Ronaldo! The one I’ve been waiting for? They announced the release date but not the price! How can I celebrate its release if I don’t even know how much it’ll drain my wallet!”
“You screamed in my face… for some stupid console?” Ronaldo shakily let out, still confused over the whole situation, and frankly, getting a little annoyed by the newfound context. This was definitely not what Ronaldo was expecting when he came home today.
“It’s not some stupid console Ronaldo, it's a highly rated Qstation that's said to have much better game and graphics quality than its previous successors! Something we could own if they listed the damn price in the interview!” Draluc huffed in annoyance as he threw the magazine onto the dinner table and walked into their small kitchen. “Quite annoying to deal with but all I can do is wait until the next issue comes out next week. So Ronaldo, what are you feeling for dinner tonight hm?” Draluc calmly said as he opened the fridge filled with bits of leftovers and tons of ingredients.
Ronaldo stared at the wall, blinking a few times, trying to wrap his head around this whole situation. He just wanted to come home to a nicely cooked dinner by Draluc but instead he gets yelled at for ‘apparently’ being too sloppy, insulted, screamed at for no apparent reason, then dragged into this confusing QS5 nonsense before being thrown right back out of it to be asked what’s for dinner. Ronaldo was beyond confused at this point.
John tugged at Ronaldo’s pant leg, looking up at him with concern. Ronaldo looked down at John and sighed. He picked the armadillo up in his arms and held him against his chest, his heart no longer racing and his body feeling relaxed with the soft round animal there to cheer him up. “Thanks John. I really appreciate it…” John gave a small little ‘nu’ in response.
“Ronaldo, if you don’t give me a suggestion in the next five seconds I’m making celery the main dish”
“Don’t you fucking dare old man!”
“Tik-tok Ronaldo~”
“Aggh! Fine Hamburger steak!” Ronaldo huffed out as he walked over to sit at the dining table with John still in his arms.
“Whoops, looks like that was 6 seconds!”
“Draluc!”