229 Vol. 4 pt. 32 Patch 6.0: Hard Labor (1/2)

”Morning,” Rao says followed by a loud, exaggerated yawn that lasts just long enough to trigger everybody else on the deck into yawning.

”I,” Fenrir pauses to yawn, ”hate you,” he tells Rao.

”Bro, what'd I do? I just immerse and say morning and you're already hating on me.”

”You made me yawn. I hate when people make me yawn.”

Serra is the last one to try holding back a yawn, but she gives in which then makes Fenrir yawn again from hearing her.

Fenrir looks down at her.

”Do you hate me now?” Serra asks him.

”Of course not,” Fenrir answers.

Serra flashes a smug smile at Rao.

”I don't like this munchkin, bro. Her smug aura mocks me,” Rao tells me.

”What are you talking about? Serra is never smug. I bet she doesn't even know what that word means,” Fenrir says, looking down at Serra and seeing a confused, tilted head and expression from her.

Rao narrows his eyes at her.

As soon as Fenrir looks away, that smug smile of Serra's returns in full force.

”See!” Rao shouts.

Fenrir looks back at Serra and sees another confused expression. ”What?” he asks, looking at Rao.

While Fenrir looks at Rao, Serra smiles once again.

Rao finally catches onto what they're doing. ”You both suck,” he groans.

”Bro, what'd I do? I just asked you a question and you're saying I suck,” Fenrir teases Rao with his own words.

”Seriously suck.”

”That's Olly's job.”

Serra snerks and gives Fenrir a thumbs-up before saying, ”And mine.”

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Rao shakes his head and walks away while Fenrir is left doing a combination of blushing and chuckling. He isn't sure that he'll ever get totally used to just how easily Serra can burst out sexual jokes like that. Though, part of what makes him blush is the fact that it's not just a joke.

Oleander drops The Shoebill's anchor once they get close to the coast where they have decided to lay the foundations for their future city.

Fenrir realizes a problem with this, though.

”Hey, Olly, it's alright this time, but I don't think we can use the anchor anymore after this,” Fenrir tells Oleander.

”What's up, Fenny? Why?” Oleander asks with a tilted head and twitching ears.

”There's kind of reef down there. It's mainly out farther in the water, but it extends into the river here. I remember reading that anchors could do tons of damage to underwater ecosystems, so… I'm just thinking maybe we shouldn't use the anchor anymore when we're around here,” Fenrir explains.

”Then we're going to have to build a dock first that we can tie our girl to it.”

”That'll be easy,” Tabitha chimes in. ”At the very least, I could build a temporary dock within a few hours, and that'll make transporting goods easier. We won't have to use the dog boy here to swim everything back and forth.”

”Yeah. We're building a dock,” Fenrir says.

And so, after transporting the logs off of the boat via Fenrir and Shogun, the crew gets to work obeying Tabitha's and Rao's orders to construct some simple docks.

”I'm kind of surprised they're getting along this well,” Fenrir whispers to Serra.

”Why?” Serra asks.

”Don't know. Just figured that since they're both creator types that they might butt heads. Instead… they look really mature and serious.”

Fenrir's observations are spot on. While Rao and Tabitha may butt heads at times when it comes to socializing since he's a blunt, perverted fool who's still learning how to treat women from Fenrir, his seriousness is on par with Tabitha's when it comes to engineering. They toss ideas back and forth, are comfortable critiquing one another and offering alternatives while taking the other's comments seriously, and they make up for whatever the other is lacking.

Rao is much more realistic when it comes to engineering. While Tabitha likes to think up crazy ideas just as modifying evil towers into rockets to send into space, Rao sticks to basics and applies those concepts to make Tabitha's borderline-delusional fantasies more possible.

Rao builds the wheel, and then Tabitha takes that wheel and turns it into a rocket-powered, exploding ball of thermonuclear death. But, without the base wheel being as sturdy and flawless as possible, her fantasy would never work.

Fenrir is truly scared of what these two might be able to accomplish if they were to direct their minds toward something sinister.

It wouldn't surprise Fenrir if Tabitha is the type of engineer who would want to try and dam the Mediterranean to make Atlantropa, and Rao would probably do it and then want to build a bachelor's pad in the salted wastes that they create.

”So uh, what'd you and Nell do?” Fenrir whispers another question to Serra.

”Lots of licking and kissing,” Serra answers. ”And I had to wash my hands.”

”Feel free to go into more details.”

”No.”