231 Vol. 4 pt. 34 Patch 6.0: Hard Labor (1/2)
”Don't… d-don't you have any ideas that aren't so… dangerous?” Azalabulia asks Nell.
”What is wrong with the ideas I have been giving you?” Nell asks back.
”They're dangerous! Half of them might end up with something seriously bad happening to me!”
Nell waves away Azalabulia's concerns and says, ”But Fenrir will rescue you! Nothing bad will happen if you let some tentacles or beasts get their hands on you for a few minutes.”
”A lot of bad could happen in a few minutes!”
”Surely, you would be able to handle it! You are the powerful and awesome Azalabulia, are you not?”
”I – that may be true, but…”
”So… just let a large, powerful monster get his hands on you and pin you down until Fenrir rescues you!”
”I – I don't know if I can believe your intentions when you're about to drool…”
Nell wipes her mouth and clears her throat. ”I do not know what you are talking about,” she says.
Azalabulia looks at Nell with suspicious eyes.
”Now then! If you really must insist on a less interesting and erotic plot, then I shall think of something you may find acceptable. I suppose you just could not handle doing what must be done of you,” Nell says.
”I – I can handle it!” Azalabulia declares. She may be nervous, but she's not going to let somebody imply that there's something she can't do! Even if that means giving Nell a reason to sadistically smile.
”Wonderful! Worry not, for this idea is much more tame than the others have been so far, but it will require you to give it your all.”
”I'll do it!”
Nell's smile grows even wider before turning her head and spotting Serra listening in on them. ”Ah, Serra!”
”I want in,” Serra says.
”Please, do come join us. I am sure that my plan will be even better with your input.”
Azalabulia looks between the two girls giving each other sadistic, knowing smiles and gulps. She's scared about what they're going to come up with. But… it's worth it. She thinks. She hopes.
Worst case scenario, she'll get out of trouble with an explosion or two.
Best case scenario, she stops being so lonely.
Worth it.
Meanwhile, Corwin comes jogging back over to Oleander and Cassiel. Oleander is already standing behind Cassiel and playing with her hair to figure out what sort of twintails to give her.
Both Azalabulia and Cassiel are planning on giving Fenrir a surprise that will make him fall for them even more, but who will win?
If there is one person not winning right now, it is Fenrir as he stands in waist-deep water holding up some planks in place for Tabitha to look over.
”Yeah, I think that looks good,” Tabitha says to herself.
”Can I stop then?” Fenrir asks.
”Hmm. Let me look at it from another angle.” She takes a couple of steps to her left and nods. ”Yep. Still lookin' good.”
”Now can I stop?”
”Nope. Gotta look at it from the other angles.” Tabitha takes four steps to the right now. ”Hmm. Yep. Still good.”
”I'm just going to drop this if you don't hurry up. I don't even see how this is helping you.”
”Don't worry about it, dog boy.”
Then there are Shogun and Rock.
Shogun is stretching out his back since he's been having to carry people around so much lately, and Rock is trying to make him feel better by kneading it with her paws. It doesn't work too well, especially since her paws are just made out of rocks, but Shogun appreciates the effort regardless of its efficiency.
Everybody is busy in one way or another. But, despite this, very little work is actually getting done. They are supposed to be going hard at labor to build a city, but three of them are plotting a plan to win Fenrir's heart, three of them are messing with Cassiel's hair to also win even more of Fenrir's heart, three of them are screwing around ”building” a dock for The Shoebill, and two of them are lying around in the grass stretching and nuzzling.
By the time that Fenrir is done letting his lower half soak in the river, Oleander and Corwin are done with Cassiel's hair and have sent her over to him.
They're both watching from the distance to see Fenrir's reaction to her hair.
”H-hey,” Cassiel says from behind Fenrir.
”Cass? What's up?” Fenrir says, not turning around as he tries to dry off his tail by squeezing the water out of it. He just wants to be fluffy and clean, but no. Is that so much to ask for? He's so disappointed that his ears are lying flat against his head.
”Umm, I… I – you should turn around,” Cassiel stammers out.