_Another author x character write because I find it so fun lmao_

I walk out of the portal and I’m immediately hit with a fireball which goes right through me. I look at Eiran with a look that says: _Seriously?_ "Did you forget you physically cannot hurt me?"

"It was worth another shot," he replies dryly. "Do you care to explain to us why we’re _in a pirate ship in the middle of a dessert?_"

"My sister may or may not have gotten a hold of my laptop.."

"What’s a laptop?" Cyrus tilts his head.

Oh right. We’re in a fantasy world where technology doesn’t exist. "A laptop is the thing I use to write your stories?"

"Why don’t you just use a pen and paper? Do you guys not have a pen and paper?"

"We have pen and paper, Cy. Laptops are easier-"

"But what IS a laptop?"

"Lord save us all," Valencia mutters under her breath. "He’s going to keep talking about the laptop now and asking questions about it."

Cyrus glares at her older sister.

"Once I sort this problem out," I gesture to our surroundings, "I’ll show it to you next time I come visit, okay?"

Cyrus nods, smiling widely at the promise.

"Enough about what a laptop is," Eiran cuts through.

"Relax, grumpy-"

"_Grumpy?_"

Ade snorts, "Suits you."

Eiran glares at the guard in gold.

I continue, "This problem is easily solveable-"

"_Then solve it_."

"Eiran, darling," Anastasia steps forward. "You got to be patient."

Eiran inhales and exhales deeply. He grumbles something under his breath and stalks away from me.

He hates me so much and I’m living for it. He’s exactly how I written him.

Anastasia sighs and turns to me, "I think we’re all getting a bit affected by this. It was rather abrupt and I think the weather is getting to all of us."

That’s when I realise. I cannot feel the weather when I’m in this world. Lucky me.

"I’ll try sort the problem out as soon as I can."

"You better!" Eiran says.

Exactly how I written him.