189 Vol. 3 pt. 59 Patch 10.0: A Growing Crew (1/2)

Fenrir finally makes it back onto the deck of The Shoebill.

His ears twitch a few times.

Oleander and Cassiel know what is about to happen. Well, everybody except for Azalabulia, Rao, and Nyaiko know what is about to happen.

That is why those three end up being the ones that everybody hides behind – everybody but Serra.

Serra just doesn't care.

”What's going on?” Rao asks.

Fenrir shakes his body and hair! His hair and tail send water flying off of him in every direction, getting all over anybody not hiding from him.

Serra, after getting soaked from Fenrir, runs up to Cassiel and tightly wraps her arms around her!

”H-hey! What do you – what do you think you're doing?” Cassiel asks Serra.

Rather than get an answer, Serra squeezes Cassiel's sides which gets her signature squeak out of her and turns her cheeks red.

Fenrir looks over at Serra, wanting to tell her not to do that after recalling her earlier conversation with Cassiel, but Cassiel looks him in the eyes and shakes her head.

He always enjoyed poking her sides and listening to her squeak. Yet, when he actually pays attention to her face after she's been poked, he sees just how truly embarrassed she looks.

It really makes him want to get Serra off of her. He knows that Serra doesn't know any better. If she knew what he knows now, she wouldn't be doing it. But, he understands why Cassiel wouldn't want to bring it up right now. It would just be embarrassing and awkward to address it while in front of everybody.

Fenrir sighs and nods to Cassiel.

Cassiel gives him a look of appreciation while trying to pry Serra off of her.

”Nya smell like a wet dog-nya,” Nyaiko says, turning her nose up at Fenrir.

”I'm surprised you're complaining,” Fenrir says. With how obsessive she's been regarding him, just smelling wet doesn't seem like something he would think would scare her away.

”Not to interrupt, my hero, but it would appear that we have a guest!” Nell says, looking at Azalabulia.

Azalabulia strikes a pose with one of her hands in front of her face and the other sticking out with dark flames in it. ”I am the Dark Sorceress of Twisted Flames, the Breaker of Reality, and the One Who will Set the World Ablaze, the Wielder of the Cursed Flame of Bahamut, Azalabulia! I have come to lead you all to victory after the wolf begged me for guidance! Together, we shall blanket this world with cursed flames, I shall become the demon queen and rule over all, and you shall all be my faithful servants – my generals! Together, we shall—”

”Yeah, her name is Azalabulia. We helped her in this dungeon we found, then she begged to join, so I let her come aboard,” Fenrir says.

Azalabulia stares at him with blank eyes and twitching hands, the flame in her one palm sputtering out.

”Ah, and she is a roleplayer! How delightful! It will be lovely to have more friends with grand fantasies to talk about,” Nell says.

Azalabulia regains her composure and looks at Nell. ”Heh, so you want to discuss plans to dominate this world with me,” she pauses to look Nell over, ”serpent?”

”Ah, well, perhaps nothing that grand. My fantasies are more along the kind that involves being tied up and ravished without end.”

Azalabulia blinks a few times, blushes, and accepts the challenge. ”H-heh, I – I can talk about anything! There is nothing that I cannot handle!”

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”Hey, Nell, watch this,” Fenrir says, standing next to Azalabulia and sticking his hand out. ”Paw.”

Azalabulia immediately places one of her hands on top of Fenrir's while leaning her head ever so slightly forward and wagging her hips.

Then she realizes what she's doing and jumps backward. ”You – you have placed a spell on me! How dare you! Do you not understand who you are toying with, foolish mortal?!” she shouts.

”A puppy, apparently,” Fenrir answers.

”Cass Cass looks jealous,” Serra says.

”I'm… I'm not – not jealous,” Cassiel stutters out, earning Fenrir's attention once more.

Now he feels acutely aware of every single time Cassiel is getting pushed.

Has it been like this the entire time they've known her? Have they always been teasing her about things she's self-conscious about, taking it too far, without ever realizing it?

”You've got a crazy harem, bro,” Rao says, patting Fenrir on the shoulder.

”He really does,” Oleander adds on, patting Fenrir on his other shoulder.

”And I'm the nyewest member of it-nya!” Nyaiko declares.

Fenrir picks up on Cassiel's discomfort once more.

”No, you're not,” Fenrir says.

His honest, harsh-sounding words cause everybody to pay attention to the now-awkward air aboard The Shoebill.

”A-ah… nya-nyahaha…I was – I… was just joking, nya,” Nyaiko says, her stuttering voice and fidgeting around making the scene even more awkward.

”Sorry, Nyaiko. I appreciate your feelings, but you can't just… come back into my life and expect me to want to marry you after a few days,” Fenrir says, looking her in her eyes.

He knows that this is awkward for everybody else involved and that it might not be the best time for this, but now that he knows that he hasn't been doing a good enough job sticking up for Cassiel, he can't help himself.