22 Vol 1. pt. 22 Patch 5.0: All Your Ship Are Belong To Us (2/2)
He expected this. Looking at the stick and stone she's found, he has to admit that they're perfect for making a stone-tipped spear. It looks like she really went and tried finding the best possible materials she could instead of using the first ones she found.
”Sorry, you're right. I'll make you one with the stuff you found. I promise I didn't mean to send you off for nothing. I had just forgotten about the spear I made last night is all,” Fenrir explains.
Cassiel's expression confuses him. She goes from clearly pissed off to blushing and looking away. She looks like she wants to say something again.
”Here, I'll have your spear ready in no time,” he holds his hands out, waiting for her stick and rock.
She hands them over, but also says, ”Thanks.”
”It's nothing to thank me for. I said I'd make you one, plus it means getting to fish, so I should be the one thanking you,” Fenrir replies.
”I – I mean… tch, you bas— I mean thanks for… apologizing,” Cassiel says, squirming in place and unable to make eye contact. ”I was always getting fucked with and nobody ever apologized, so… I just assumed you were screwing with me, so I guess I'm – I'm,” she looks pissed off with herself at this point, gritting her teeth as she clenches her fists, ”I'm sorry for assuming you were just fucking with me.”
”Don't worry about it, it's not a big deal.”
”Shut up! I'm – I'm apologizing, alright? If you do something wrong then – then you apologize for it! You apologized to me, so… I'm apologizing to you, so just take it!”
”Alright, alright. Thank you for apologizing too, Cassiel,” Fenrir says. She turns away after hearing his thanks.
Fenrir walks back over to Rock and Serra since he needs Rock's assistance one last time. ”Think you can help me out again, Rock?”
Rock looks at the stone and whines. However, when Fenrir holds out a few treat-sized rocks for her, she eagerly hops off Serra's lap and gets to work.
”She's actually really nice, isn't she?” Serra asks, whispering quietly enough so that Cassiel doesn't hear.
Fenrir looks over at her. Cassiel is still standing with her back turned to them. ”Maybe when she's not going all Olly on me. She's a total tsundere.”
”What's that?” Serra asks.
Fenrir blushes and shakes his head. ”Don't worry about it.” His answer makes her pout, but he's already said too much. He can't allow her to discover just how far he's delved into the world of Japanese cartoons. Or hentai. He still remembers her aversion to tentacles.
Before the image of Serra getting wrapped up in a bunch of lewd tentacles grows any stronger in his head, he distracts himself with putting together Cassiel's new spear.
He feels like he has to apologize to Serra just for imagining such horribly lewd things happening to her. She's too pure for any of that!
But that just makes it even better.
He shakes his head. Bad thoughts, bad.
With Rock done helping out and overfilling herself on even more treats, she lazily crawls back onto Serra's lap and closes her eyes.
”Alright! This is the best one I've made yet. You really picked the perfect stuff to make it with,” Fenrir calls out to Cassiel.
”I put a lot of effort into finding good materials, so… it better be,” Cassiel says.
He swears he can see just a tiny bit of a spark in her eyes when she takes the spear. Whether it's a good or a bad spark, he doesn't know. ”Alright, let the fishing challenge begin! You know how to spearfish?”
”Of course I do! Anybody can do it. If a bunch of naked cavemen can do it then I easily can,” Cassiel says, walking up to the stream. ”There!” she shouts at the first fish she spots.
She throws her spear!
It misses, breaks against the rock it hits, and gets carried downstream.
Judging by the fact that she's standing perfectly still and not making a single noise, he's guessing that she's… less than pleased. He's almost scared of handing her the spare spear he made.
Cassiel turns around, snatches the spear from his hands, and then turns away. ”You first!” she demands.
”Alright, just watch how I do i—”
”I said you first!”
Fenrir tries to look at her face, but all he can see is a bright red cheek.
Guess he's going first.