236 Vol. 4 pt. 39 Patch 7.0: (1/2)
Azalabulia ends up not coming back to the game for a while. Fenrir has been worrying about her, thinking that he might have done something wrong and that she's never going to come back because of him, but his girlfriends assure him that he did nothing wrong. They also convince him that she's probably just way too flustered and embarrassed to face any of them right now. While he can believe that, it doesn't make him not feel bad for making her feel that way. He doesn't want her to feel so embarrassed that she can't face any of them. Then again, she did agree to trick him into kissing her which was embarrassing to him when he first found out about it.
Cassiel couldn't help but sigh when she first heard about it. She wasn't too happy about being left out of this somewhat important plan, but now she just finds the whole thing amusing whenever she looks over at Fenrir and imagines Azalabulia waking on him while they were kissing.
While they may want Azalabulia to come back since they all feel a bit guilty at this point, including Cassiel by association of dating the people who lead to her waking in a panic, Tabitha and Rao are pretty happy with it. It's not that they don't like her, but everybody is much less distracted with her not around. They can actually get a good amount of work done with Azalabulia being out of the game. To even their own surprise, they manage to get Serra and Nell to help them out!
Without somebody to tease and plot with, Serra and Nell have nothing better to do. They could tease Fenrir some more, but they already feel as if they've done enough to him for the day. He needs at least a couple of hours to relax before they figure something out to get him involved in.
With the rest of the day to build peacefully – well, as peacefully as possible when it comes to Fenrir and his girlfriends, the group completes the dock for The Shoebill and flatten some land using shovels that Tabitha made on the spot.
This flattened land, according to Rao and Tabitha, is meant to serve as some temporary housing that will later on be upgraded into warehouses for the dock. The dock will also be upgraded into a proper harbor when the time calls for that.
”So, what's next?” Fenrir asks Tabitha and Rao.
”We're goin' to have to get our hands on some stone. Havin' a sturdy foundation is important,” Tabitha explains.
”I should be able to get us some concrete going as long as those mountains have everything we need,” Rao says. ”And last I checked, they do. So, yeah, bro, we've got some mining to do.”
”Yay,” Fenrir says in a monotone voice. ”But yeah, alright. Some mining might be fun. Kind of. But, seriously, you can make concrete? Isn't concrete kind of a modern thing?”
”Bro, humans have been making concrete for thousands of years. Even the Romans used concrete.”
”Seriously?”
”You need to go back to school.”
”Hey, it's not like they teach the history of concrete in regular schools.”
”They should! What kind of kids these days don't know that stuff?”
”How old are you?”
”Twenty-seven.”
”You're only a few years older than me.”
”Man, a lot's changed then in a few years.”
”You just have a hard-on for architecture. I promise you that teaching kids about concrete wasn't in regular schools back when you were going through them.”
”Did your parents at least teach you about it?”
”Let me guess, your parents love that sort of stuff, too?”
”Yeah, bro. Dad's an architect, mom's an electrical engineer. I started learning this stuff when I was a kid.”
Fenrir sees Tabitha nodding her head with her arms crossed over her chest. When she notices him looking at her, she says, ”Yep, yep. Pa's an inventor and Ma's an aerospace engineer. I take more after Pa if it ain't obvious.”
”Sounds like you two are perfect for each other,” Fenrir teases them.
Rao and Tabitha look at each other, then back at Fenrir, and cringe.
”Bro, that's gross. Look at her. She looks like a little girl,” Rao says.
”Ya really think I'd want to get with some punk like him who just wants to put his wrench in the first hole he sees? I don't need romance as long as I've got my toys,” Tabitha says.
”When you say toys, do you mean, like, you make your own?” Fenrir asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Tabitha glares at him as she takes her hammer off of her back, extending it to its full size. ”I mean toys like this, ya perverted dog. The pleasure of creatin' new things is the only pleasure I need.”
”I mean, technically, sex can create—”
”Oi. Ya wanna keep on talkin' like a pervert to a girl who looks underage?” Tabitha says, twirling her hammer around with only one hand.
”I mean, you just look like that. You've got to be at least eighteen if you're playing this, so I don't feel guilty. It's not like I'd have sex with you even if you wanted to.”
”Good dog. Ya better not be one of those lolicons or whatever they're called.”