332 Vol. 6 pt. 18 (1/2)
After a night of relaxing with his girlfriends via sundaes, overpriced drinks, and amateur music, it was finally the time of meeting – the time of the meeting between Ryouta and Aiko after so long. Though, it would not be a meeting in reality because of various reasons. There was the fact that Ryouta and his girlfriends moved away from the city that they once shared with Aiko, and then there was the even more important fact that his girlfriends did not trust her to be alone with him in reality. Not yet, at least.
If Aiko really wanted to make things better, she was going to have to take one step at a time.
But before she could take any steps, she wished to have a private conversation with Ryouta. Ryouta had no idea if what she wanted was to try something behind his girlfriends' backs or if she genuinely wanted closure of some sorts. All he knew was what Serra had told him before.
After realizing just how different she was the last time that he saw her, there was no telling what she would be like this time. The Aiko that he was childhood friends with was gone – she grew up and became an entirely different woman and one that he never could have expected.
And so, as Fenrir, he sat on the hammock across from where Aiko – or rather, Nyaiko's avatar was. After all, her avatar was still with them, sleeping in The Shoebill's hull, ever since she parted ways with them.
Everybody else knew to stay away from the boat so that Fenrir and Nyaiko could have the alone time that they needed. Of course, Nell could still feel everything that Fenrir felt, so she stayed with Cassiel, Serra, and Azalabulia to let them know if anything seemed wrong. As guilty as it might have made her feel to be ”spying” on Fenrir like this, she had his consent.
Only one other was allowed in the boat with Fenrir and she was currently busy scratching behind her ear.
Rock.
”Here,” Fenrir said, beckoning Rock over.
Rock happily approached him and leaned her head up onto his lap so that he could rub the itchy spot behind her ear. He couldn't scratch her because that would be scratching nails against rock, but he could still apply pressure and rub the spot to the best of his ability which was more than enough to cure Rock of her itchy issue.
How a dog made out of rock could acquire itches in the first place was a different question, one that would likely never be answered.
”She'll be here anytime,” Fenrir said, rubbing the rest of Rock's head now that her itch was taken care of. ”Make sure to be a good girl, not that I have to tell you that.”
Rock barked with a wag of her tail. Obviously, she would always be a good girl without even being told that!
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”I'm kind of nervous. I have no idea what's going to happen, but I have a feeling that whatever happens… things won't be the same. Not between me and her, anyways. What do you think?”
Rock tilted her head to the side and barked.
”I see. That's a very thorough analysis you've got there.”
She barked again!
”You really think so?”
This time, Rock nodded her head and then barked.
”You're too smart for me.”
To comfort him, she put her front legs up on his lap so that she could lean up and lick his face… only for her added weight to push the hammock back too far, resulting Fenrir falling from it and landing underneath Rock. That was alright, though, because it made licking his face even easier! It was all according to plan. After all, she was just too smart for him.
But really, she was just going with the flow and licking his face.
The only part of Rock that Fenrir had any issue with was that, because she was made of rock and all that, she was incredibly heavy. This made it more than difficult whenever he wanted to push her off of him to free himself from her excessive licking. Her being the size of a wolf did not help, either. Large and heavy, it was like an actual boulder kept him pinned down as she assaulted his face with her tongue. This problem only became even worse when Rock decided to lie down on top of his chest.
”What's that expression?” Cassiel asked, looking at Nell.
”It is strange,” Nell answered. ”I could feel that he felt stressed, but now he feels happy and… in danger?”
”What? He's in danger?”
”Ah, no – well, I am not sure. He is most certainly more happy than… in danger. I am afraid that I am not able to be more specific than – ah, he is alright now. The danger has left. Only happiness remains!” Nell said with a clap of her hands and a smile.
”Should… we check on him?” Azalabulia asked.
”He's playing with Rock,” Serra explained.
”How can you tell?” Cassiel asked.
”Let Rock tackle you or nap on you sometime.”
”How do we know that it wasn't Aiko?”
”Aiko would most likely make him even more stressed once she arrives, and I doubt that she would make him so happy while also causing him to feel at danger,” Nell said.
Serra nodded. ”Yeah, that.”
”I guess that makes sense. So, he's just goofing off with Rock while waiting?” Cassiel asked.
”Rock is good for moral support.”
”You sound like a caveman with an early version of the stress ball.”
”Cavegirl.”
”You sound like a cavegirl with an early version of the stress ball.”
”Stress rock.”
”What happened to being a pirate?”
”Cavegirl can be pirate with stress rock,” Serra said, trying her best to play up talking like an early human. ”Oogh.”
”Was that… was that supposed to be a caveman grunt or something?”
”Cavegirl noise.”
Cassiel was curious how the others were reacting to Serra's silliness, so she looked to Nell and Azalabulia. Nell had her hands over her mouth so that it could not be seen just how much she was smiling at Serra's preciousness, and Azalabulia looked like she was deep in thought about something. ”Something wrong?” Cassiel asked Azalabulia.
”Cavegirl pirate. This isn't exactly in the field of what I teach my students, but I don't think boats were invented yet back then,” Azalabulia explained.
”You don't have to take the cavegirl pirate thing seriously.”
”I'm curious if any of them might have found ways to traverse water that were lost to time. If they figured out fire, they surely could have figured out that certain materials float on water by observation.”
”Cavegirl pirate use big leaf for boat,” Serra said. ”Ahh.”
”Listen,” Cassiel said, ”it doesn't have the same effect if you go 'ahh' after you're already done talking.”
”Ahh. Cavegirl pirate, ahh, use big leaf, ahh, for boat with stress rock, ahh.”
”I – wait… Nell, are you crying?”
”She – she is too cute, my heart cannot handle this!” Nell explained. ”Serra, please let me hug you. I feel as if my heart will burst forth from my chest if I do not embrace you!”
”Nell, ahh, hug Serra,” Serra said, opening her arms.
Nell was quick to wrap her arms around Serra's smaller frame. ”First the penguin, then a dreadful pirate, and now a cavegirl! Serra, you would not mind if I were to order costumes to dress you up in, would you? I will even modify them to be absolutely perfect for you!”
”Serra want do, ahh, sex thing while wearing, ahh.”
”Well, of course! Half of the fun in dressing up is enjoying one another while dressed up! So long as the clothes come off before anything gets messy, there are not any problems.”
”Good luck convincing Fen of that,” Cassiel said.
”Hmm?”
”He's the kind of guy who would want you to stay dressed up while doing it.”
”Ah, that is true. In that case, we will have to save the dress fun for each other! He will only be allowed to watch.”
Azalabulia raised her hand and asked, ”I thought… you would have liked having your clothes ruined?”
Nell's expression became much more serious. ”Not when they are real, quality clothes. The same applies to my wigs. Their condition is to remain as perfect as possible. I have read many horror stories online of women's boyfriends ruining their expensive costumes by having sex while wearing them. A man's fluid is the worst nightmare of a woman's outfit, especially of those that require delicate care!”
”Since when would you not just buy a replacement?” Cassiel asked.