![[Earth] Find Roshi's Magazines Empty](https://2img.net/i/empty.gif)
Rieko lazed on the beach in front of Kame-house, sluggishly drawing pictures in the sand with her fingers while her tail swished back and forth. Muten-Roshi was supposed to be training her for the next little while, but that hadn’t quite happened yet and it was pissing her off. Inside the house, a sudden cry of horror filled her ears, causing the corners of her lips to twitch into a smile. More sounds of clamor emitted from the house before Roshi burst out of the front door in quite a panic.
“Rieko! My magazines have gone missing!” he cried in great distress. Rolling over onto her stomach, she glanced over at the old man and smirked.
“I know.” She said so matter-of-factly, “I hid them myself.” The elderly kung-fu master’s jaw dropped before his eyebrows knitted themselves together in a sudden rage.
“What did you go and do a thing like that for?!” he shouted, “Get in here and help me find them, or else I won’t train you!” Rolling her golden eyes, she jumped up and brushed past Roshi casually. Entering the kitchen, she threw open the freezer door, emptied its contents onto the counter and produced all twelve, frozen magazines.
“There are your dirty magazines. Let’s begin training.” She said shoving them into his arms. With a wry grin, Roshi blushed tomato red and hugged his magazines close.
“Say Rieko, before we begin your training, let’s discuss training garb.” He said with a chuckle, “How do you feel about spandex leotards?”
“Rieko! My magazines have gone missing!” he cried in great distress. Rolling over onto her stomach, she glanced over at the old man and smirked.
“I know.” She said so matter-of-factly, “I hid them myself.” The elderly kung-fu master’s jaw dropped before his eyebrows knitted themselves together in a sudden rage.
“What did you go and do a thing like that for?!” he shouted, “Get in here and help me find them, or else I won’t train you!” Rolling her golden eyes, she jumped up and brushed past Roshi casually. Entering the kitchen, she threw open the freezer door, emptied its contents onto the counter and produced all twelve, frozen magazines.
“There are your dirty magazines. Let’s begin training.” She said shoving them into his arms. With a wry grin, Roshi blushed tomato red and hugged his magazines close.
“Say Rieko, before we begin your training, let’s discuss training garb.” He said with a chuckle, “How do you feel about spandex leotards?”