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Gandthor rose and dressed himself. His clothes were at least acceptably dry by now, and they would dry the rest of the day through travel. He busied himself preparing a cold breakfast for the two of them with what supplies they had. It was not exactly the most hearty repast, but it ought to be enough to sustain them and leave them with enough in reserve for a few more meals if they did not manage to make it to another town by nightfall.

Once they were dressed and had eaten it took more time than Gandthor wanted to find the road again. Fleeing in the storm had hurt his bearings and while North was a constant it did not help that he was not intimately familiar with this area. More than Toren was, but it was only a perfunctory knowledge. Gandthor had little love for these Southern lands and his exile was merely languishing and surviving upon this land. He had no intention or inclination to setting down roots or making a life for himself here, and so he had spent little time learning about them. A regrettable waste but it was done.

The pair did manage to make their way to the road eventually, and embarked once more upon their trek to the next town. For the most part, Gandthor was silent and alert for danger. The morning's encounter had not dulled the warrior's instinct within him. "At the next town I advise you to consider buying new clothes." They had a few coins from those slain last night. "It might help to throw off pursuit and make you less conspicuous."

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Toren readily accepted Gandthor's thumb into his mouth. He pursed his soft lips to suck on it, dutifully lapping it clean of the man's cum. With a soft hum he continued to roll his tongue around it even after it was spotless, the stubby digit obviously standing in for something else, perhaps a promise of some future treatment for the man's ''aches''. He gave a wordless nod when Gandthor told him he was appeased. The Prince knew it was a lie obviously, he could feel the man's cock swelling anew in his hand right as he spoke, but he didn't press it. They didn't have the time now, though there would certainly be time later...

As Gandthor prepared breakfast, Toren took the time to clean himself up and get dressed himself. As he washed his face with the icy water from his canteen, he felt a sharp clarity wash over his mind as well. Had he really done that? With another man? With an exiled warrior? The Prince blushed as he glanced over his shoulder at Gandthor. He was embarrassed, not out of shame of what they had done, but paradoxically because he felt no shame. He had practically worshipped another man's cock, like the whores in his soldier's wildest stories and falseful boasts, with barely any hesitation at all. What did that say about him as a man? As a Prince? The fact that he didn't regret it, and even looked forward to laying with him again... he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

However with the call for breakfast, and the sudden growl of his stomach, Toren was forced to put those thoughts away for now.

By the time they reached the road Toren's focus was once more completely on their journey. They were wanted men it seemed, if not by their names and faces then simply by their ethnicity, so they had to stay alert, "Conspicuous?" he questioned, glancing down at himself. His was unmistakably that of a Northman, almost obnoxiously so. From the thick furred cloak, to the long chain hauberk, to his winged helm, there would be no mistaking him for anything else but an outlander. Of course he hadn't come to this land dressed for subterfuge, he was supposed to be an invading conqueror, draped in the regalia of a Prince. It had been fitting attire when he had a raiding party of seasoned warriors at his back, but now... "...I see your point. Yes, it'd be good to find a tailor as quickly as possible" he agreed. Very fortunate then, that a town would appear on the horizon as they crested the next hill. Gandthor would recognize it as Danesburg, a modest sized town. It was no great city, but it would certainly have what they needed to stock up for their travels.

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It was agreed. Gandthor was silent for the brief remainder of their trek to Danesburg. It was indeed no great city, and perhaps it was the better for them. Less power in one place. Fewer eyes looking for them. There was a guardhouse to pass on their way into the town, and Gandthor spoke to the guards to gain them entrance. He paid a charge to get them in. It was higher than a few travelers before them paid, and Gandthor knew it was a case of the guards abusing their positions to make a little extra. But as they could ill afford any negative attention or to be turned away, he bit his tongue and accepted the slight. It rankled his pride, and in their homeland he would be within his rights to challenge the guard to a dual. But they were here, instead of home, and there was very little of honor to be found.

Gandthor inquired about directions to a tailor, and was in the main rebuffed. A few residents to be somewhat helpful, and although the pair spent more time than they needed to wandering because of faulty directions, they came to a tailor's shop not far from the town's marketplace. The large warrior entered first and scanned the interior of the shop. There was nothing to arouse suspicion or out of place, and he felt foolish to have entered first, as if there might be assassins waiting for the pair of them. Instead there was a tailor and seamstress at work, with their wares displayed and the myriad supplies and tools of their trades in their places.

He looked over the dresses in his examination of the shop's interior, and he thought of a tale where the god of thunder donned women's clothing to deceive his enemies. It caused an amused smirk to grow on his rough features to imagine the prince clad in a commoner's dress. If Gandthor himself were less conspicuous in bearing---his clothing was nothing remarkable, but he was head and shoulders over most men and had more in the shoulders as well---it might have some merit as a ruse. But he doubted anyone actually looking for them would be deterred by seeing Toren in a dress. Although the prince could make a convincing woman, at least in Gandthor's imagination.

"Something simple and drab will do, I think?" Gandthor said to Toren, looking to regard the prince. He spoke in the dialect common among their own land. His accent was thick as the words came heavy with disuse of years, but he was still comprehensible. "We can keep what you wear now in your pack, or perhaps trade the cloak. The fur has good worth in these parts, though we will not get anywhere near its true value."

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Toren was no less aware of their disparaged treatment than Gandthor was. Sure he had no firsthand experience of this land and it's culture, but he could recognize contempt when he saw it. He bore with it though, and kept his lips sealed in the face of every thinly veiled slight. He was a Prince, and was not accustomed so such treatment. Back home everyone treated him with the utmost respect, if not reverence. However he would not throw a tantrum just for not being waited on, he had enough awareness to know not to complain or make a face.

When they finally reached the tailor Toren's mood had softened once more. He paced back and forth across the shop, looking over each piece with mindful consideration. The boy also cast a glance over at Gandthor, knowing that he would probably have a better idea of what was fitting for this land, only to find him lingering around the women folk's section. Toren blushed, knowing the hulking warrior certainly wasn't flipping through pretty dresses for himself. Would he have Toren disguise himself as a woman? Would such a ploy even work? The Prince knew he was rather... fair, for a man, and sure some of the soldiers on the voyage had likened him to a Valkyrie, a beautiful maiden of battle, but a dress was surely too far... right?

Suddenly Toren had crept up behind Gandthor, a hand clenching his shoulder, "Don't get ahead of yourself Gandthor. Just because we shared some warmth doesn't mean you've made a woman of me" he said in his native tongue, accompanied with a stern pout, "Drab?...very well. Though I don't plan to sell of my raiments so easily" he replied. To sell his cloak would almost be like selling his pride, his identity, and for as dire as the situation was, Toren was not yet ready to throw those things away.

"Hmmm, how about this?" he mused, grabbing an outfit and vanishing behind a small curtain. When the Prince emerged he was wearing a tight robe and green tunic. Fully covering but held true to his svelte figure. It wasn't a woman's outfit by any means, but it wasn't an overly manly one either, and it did nothing to sway his androgynous features one way or the other. If he wanted he could probably pass as a woman in this outfit, albeit a tomboyish one, "How do I look?" he asked, looking to Gandthor for approval and giving a twirl around. Though a few moments later his face went flush, wondering just why he had done that, why he felt compelled to show himself off like that, like a woman modeling a dress she wanted her husband to buy for her.

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The prince suddenly clenching his shoulder saw Gandthor start slightly. His face darkened a little at his lapse---it was directed at himself. He felt angry at himself for letting his guard down enough that the Prince could sneak up on him. They were not out of danger although it was just them and the clothiers. But still, it had been unwise. He nodded at the Prince's words and tried not to melt at the sight of that stern pout. The sight of it did things to Gandthor that were new and unfamiliar. Things that he was not sure how to deal with.

"Of course. It is as you say." Gandthor replied in their tongue. He had forgotten his pride in this land. His identity was stripped from him. The face of his father had faded from memory. He waited as the Prince grabbed an outfit and vanished beneath a curtain. It was difficult not to imagine the nude form of the blond youth behind it, and the surge of ardor that came with it was as surprising as it was disarming. Gandthor was spared from immediately answering as Toren gave a twirl. The flush that came to the Prince's face was difficult for Gandthor to place and interpret. He knew what he wanted to see in it, but did not dare to embrace that notion.

"You look..." He paused, and did not say what his heart wanted to say. "...like someone unlikely to attract attention." Gandthor paid for the outfit. He haggled a little, bringing down the price from exorbitant to within some measure of reason. It was almost, but not quite, a fair price. A far sight from a bargain, but about the best they could expect under the circumstances.

"We should go to market and then seek lodgings. It would be prudent to rent a single room, to preserve the coin we have. I will sleep on the floor, naturally." The tall warrior said, adding the last lest Toren think that Gandthor had designs to bed the youth like a woman and thought too much of the activities that transpired in the morning.

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Toren felt... oddly disappointed at Gandthor's appraisal. He knew he should be happy about it, after all not drawing attention was the entire point of buying new clothes. However, for whatever reason he felt unsatisfied, almost slighted, as if he had expected Gandthor to be more... impressed perhaps? What had he wanted the man to say? To pay him a compliment? To call him beautiful perhaps? Was it because he had caught him looking through dresses that the thought had been put in his head? Again he found his cheeks unconsciously puffing in a pout, "That's good, I suppose..."

Once outside again the two made their way towards the market. Toren seemed a bit anxious about the disguise at first, but it only took a few minutes to put truth to the man's words. The Prince didn't seem to stick out much at all anymore, if anything Gandthor, huge as he was, was the one garnering all the attention, "We'll need a map to the nearest coast town, and we should probably start thinking of ways to scrounge up enough coin for passage" he said. While until now they had just focused on putting distance between themselves and his failed invasion, they needed to form an actual plan for getting back home, especially with their dwindling funds.

He tensed up a bit when Gandthor mentioned getting a single room, as well as the offer to sleep on the floor, "It is wise to get a single room. It's easiest to pass ourselves off as a couple, for cover's sake, so it'd be odd to get separate rooms..." he agreed, taking a step closer to Gandthor as they walked together, as if to reinforce the idea, "However as for the floor..." he blushed, glancing away from the man, "...it seems a bit too late for those kind of considerations, no? We're well past the point of sharing a bed being scandalous..." he said, "Or have you so quickly forgotten what you've made your Prince do?" he asked. It hardly made sense to try and be polite about the bed after painting him with his seed, bidding him to swallow it down for his own enjoyment, "Besides I need you to be well rested if you are to be the most useful to me" he said, perhaps the most round about way possible to say he wanted to share a bed with the man.

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"Not scandalous but..." Gandthor paused, and looked away himself. "It would be difficult to find sleep in such a situation. I have not forgotten what I made you do, nor what caused my condition in the first place." The taller male glanced over at Toren, and unbidden, his gaze roamed over the Prince's body. Although now clad in plain clothing that was not out of place, Gandthor knew what lay beneath. And his body had not forgotten what lay beneath, nor what they had shared. It was not so circumspect as Toren's speech, but the allusion to the Prince's softer body inflaming Gandthor's was there.

The matter of coin was not so easily addressed. Gandthor could easily work for his own passage on a ship headed North, but he did not imagine that Toren would be quite so well suited to the hard labor that a common crewhand would be subjected to. "There should be opportunity when we venture closer to the coast. At the very least someone will have a basement filled with rodents of unusual size they wish cleared out." This was not the most glamorous task, but many adventures began thus. Perhaps they would have good fortune and a sea hag would have a lair nearby from which it tormented the coast town, and a mayor willing to pay in hard coin for the slaying. It was also very possible that a seedier tavern could have bareknuckle brawls for entertainment, and gambling on the results. Gandthor fancied himself against any man in any martial contest.

It did not prove so very difficult to find a map to the nearest coastal town and the outlying area as it did to find one for a price that their funds could bear. Gandthor settled, after some perfunctory haggling---the merchant made it plain he was not about to entertain as much of such activity from the pair as he might otherwise, given his prejudices towards someone like Gandthor, but they did manage to bring the price down to something that was not complete and utter theft.

"I would like to see about finding a room and getting a hot meal. Does that agree with you?" Gandthor looked to his blond companion for his view on the matter. It was difficult to look at Toren and not be reminded of that face painted with his seed. The image taunted continually since Toren had brought it up. Gandthor did want to recreate it, but he had enough self control not to let it interfere with their current endeavors. But as he said, it would make it difficult for Gandthor to rest well.


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Adam had been glad that Amy seemed to enjoy it as well, commenting about why she could see why their sister had been sneaking guys into her room for sex. If just the tip was any indication of how good it could feel, then it was a feeling that he could imagine getting addicted to very easily. But Amy had made it clear that they weren't going to go any further than this and he could respect that. It was his sister, after all, and if she said she wanted things a certain way, then he was going to make sure that she got it that way. Of course, what neither of them could've accounted for was the alcohol in their systems causing a chain of events that would take them from just the first two inches of his cock in her, barely doing anything to his entire cock buried all the way inside of his sister, her virginity gone, and the two of them standing in the shower, entwined in a way that they had never thought they would be entwined.

Still, Adam's brain was struggling to process what was happening between the intense pleasure he was experiencing and the alcohol still effecting his ability to think. It wasn't until his sister started to ask him questions that helped his brain to fully process what was happening. Without meaning to, he had somehow ended up balls deep inside his sister. He had taken her virginity by complete accident and now was still buried inside of her. And what was really taking the cake at the moment was how neither one of them were in any hurry to break the connection. It just felt too damned good and since it was already there, what was the point of pulling out when they could enjoy it a little while longer. But he did need to answer her questions and that was what got his brain going on processing the situation and what they could potentially do about it.

"Yeah, Amy, we did," he finally agreed with her, "We slipped. We didn't do it on purpose, right? It was just an accident." He wasn't sure why it seemed important for it to have been an accident other than just because it meant that they hadn't done anything wrong. But now that they were here, the issue was that neither seemed to want to pull away. In fact, Adam's hands had found their way onto Amy's hips in much the same way they'd seen on the videos when the man was going to start thrusting. But so far, neither of them had moved much, but each little movement sent a new wave of pleasure up his spine. "So what do we do now?" he finally asked, looking to Amy to help figure out how they handled this situation.

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"I... I think so," Amy remarked. Like her brother, the alcohol was slowing how fast she could process what was happening, had happened. All she really knew was that she'd slipped, and now her brother was balls deep inside her, his sister. Part of her knew he should pull out, she should ask him to, but it also felt so damn good like this. She'd idly wondered what it might feel like, and now that she was experiencing it, she was hesitant to ask him to pull out. His question through brought her back to the present. "I must have slipped, lost my footing," she remarked softly. "An accident. Yeah."

Accident or not, now that they were here, Amy didn't know what they should do. The right thing to do would have been to separate, and shower, pretending that never happened, but instead she felt Adam's hands go down to her hips, steadying her as they stood there under the slowly cooling water. She didn't know what to do though her body seemed to as little tremors of pleasure ran along her spine, her inside core adjusting, accepting the intrusion, twitching a little as the now no longer virgin's body welcomed the fleshy invader. Even the slightest movements inside her were sending little sparks of pleasure through her body. What do we do now he asked her, asked the semi drunk teen, like she knew any more then he did. All she had was a sneaked porn video to go off of, and any really knowledge she had about safe sex was escaped her vodka addled mind. "I guess we should separate," she said reluctantly. "I did say a couple inches and you did get a few more then that."

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Adam's heart was pounding. He had certainly thought about this when they fooled around, but he hadn't actually expected that it was going to happen. And now that it was, Adam knew what all the fuss was about. When the guys in the locker room laughed and joked about sleeping with this girl or that, he understood why they got all excited about it. This was an amazing feeling and Adam knew he wanted more of it. But Amy, fortunately, was being the voice of reason and pointing out that they should separate and how they had only said a couple of inches. And he couldn't help but give a soft chuckle when she pointed out that he had gotten a few more than that. Technically it had become all of it and, while they hadn't measured him or anything, he knew that he wasn't exactly small. Amy had pointed that out more than a few times, which had always given him a little burst of pride that he couldn't quite understand, but knew that he enjoyed.

Sighing, he knew that he wanted to keep going or at least stay like they were, but Adam was listening to Amy and she said they needed to pull back. "Alright sis," he said, the disappointment hard to miss, "You're right, we should separate." Taking a deep breath, he would start to carefully pull back, aware that he didn't want to hurt her by pulling out too quickly. But in hindsight, pulling out quickly might've been a good idea. Taking it slowly, he could feel every bit of movement as his cock rubbed against her tight walls, sending waves of pleasure through him and making him have to fight the urge to push back in to experience what that would be like. "Fuck Amy, I had no idea it was going to feel like this," he confessed to her, "It's better than anything I've ever felt, anything we've done before. What about you, sis?" He was still taking his time pulling away from her, not in any hurry to pull out, but knowing that he would have to so long as Amy wanted him to.

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"Yeah we should," Amy agreed, trying not to sound equally as disappointed as Adam. It did feel good, and she could spend a long time just like this, her brother plugged up inside her, joined at the hips. But they had to, Alice had done this numerous times, had sex, wound up with a baby, and Amy didn't want to find herself in the same boat. When he tugged a little, the pleasure intensified enormously, Amy could feel him drag along her walls, his glans tugging as her walls as he slowly worked himself out. She felt spasm in her core, her body tugging a little to hold Adam inside, her body as reluctant as she was.

"Yeah. It feels so much better then I'd thought too." As he kept pulling out, Amy whimpered a little, not from pain but from pleasure. She knew he should finish this, pull out and be done with it, but what harm would it be if she let him buck his hips a few times like the guy in the movie had? He'd pulled out and nothing happened to the girl so it should be okay, and Adam already taken her virginity, so not like they could do much worse then they already had. "Adam," she said softly. "What if we did what they did in the video? This feels so good, and I know it's every guy's dream to do it. If you want to, I'll let you. Not like we're doing it all the time like Alice was, if we're careful, nothing bad will happen right?" She was blurting out her thoughts, inhibitions lessened by the booze in her system, and admitting now what she truly wanted.

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Adam pretended that he didn't hear the disappointment in his sister's voice. If he didn't, then there was a risk that he would try to persuade her to let him keep going. And that was so tempting to do just that. It felt so good just to be pulling out like this that he could only imagine what it would feel like to be thrusting back in. He hadn't really gotten to enjoy it when it first happened because it had been an accident and they had both been more concerned with falling over. It really felt like a shame, but Adam was resigned to stopping this and probably acting like he hadn't accidentally taken his sister's virginity. That was until, just as he was about to pull all the way out of her, Amy spoke up again and her words filled Adam with an excitement that he hadn't thought he was capable of. His sister was saying that they could do what they had done in the video where the guy had thrust in and out a few times. It sounded like a great idea and they were already at the point where she was right, it didn't really matter if they were careful. And they would be careful.

"Sounds like a plan," he said, the excitement impossible to miss, "And we'll definitely be careful." Taking a deep breath, Adam braced himself before he reversed his path and his cock stopped pulling out and started to push back in. And the feeling of pleasure that ripped through him as he did made him moan aloud. He had missed this feeling the first time around and it had been so sudden that it would've probably not been as good anyways. But this time, it was slow and he was fully aware of it as he pushed himself back into his sisters tight pussy. He could feel his cock twitching with excitement inside of her, but he ignored it as he was just enjoying how good she felt around him too much to really care. It felt like no time at all that he was back all the way inside of her and he paused there a moment, letting them both enjoy the moment before he started to pull back again, ready to repeat the process a few more times before he would stop things to ensure that they didn't accidentally go too far.

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Neither really had any concrete idea of what 'be careful' meant beyond the vaguest of ideas. Their parent's choice to opt them out of sex ed left a gap in what they knew that hadn't really been filled, except maybe from gossip among the students at school and their older sister Alice. Never a good foundation to experiment from, yet here they were 'being careful.' Amy's idea of being careful was 'don't get pregnant like Alice' and 'don't get caught by the parent's,' the second being easier then the first given what she was up to at this exact moment. Pulling out would have been careful, not what she'd said moments before.

Amy felt him stop, the sensations she felt lessening, only to rocket up again as he pushed back in. This was the feeling she'd had when he ripped past her hymen, but unlike the first time, he was going slower, deliberately pushing into her this time. It felt good, feeling him deep inside her, moving within. She could hear his groans, knew he was enjoying this as much as she was, maybe even more if the stories the girls told were true, that their boyfriends were driven wild by the chance at cumming inside their girls, the part left out being what cumming was, and that it was wrapped in a condom at the time. When he stopped, bottomed out again she finally spoke, prior to this only whimpers of pleasure had escaped her lips. "Again Adam." she moaned, "Keep doing that, felt so good."

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Adam couldn't believe that this was happening. When their parents had left for the weekend, Adam had cautiously hoped that he could expect some oral sex and some other messing around, but this was far beyond what he could expect to happen. But it was happening and the two of them were experiencing this moment together, the pleasure ripping through both of their bodies as he thrust back into her was almost too much for him. He just enjoyed it too much to really admit that fact and when he heard his sister moan for him to do it again, there was no way that Adam wasn't going to give her exactly what she asked for. Pulling back, he thrust again, a bit faster this time, but still very much in control of himself. And this time, he didn't wait for her to tell him to do it again, instead just doing it and groaning as the wave of pleasure hit him once more.

Rational thought wasn't his strongest point at the moment or he might've realized that something was off. He had sort of gotten used to knowing when he was getting close when Amy sucked him off or used her hands, but this was far different and the sensations masked what he should've been aware of. He also didn't know, thanks to the lack of education and just plain not being 'one of the guys' at school, that the first time a guy didn't really last long. So when it happened, it caught him by complete surprise, but there was no mistaking it as he felt his cock suddenly twitch after only a moment of thrusting and he knew that he'd ended up cumming inside of Amy, the feeling being the most amazing thing he'd ever experienced. Of course, he had no idea what the consequences of that could be as he was too busy trying to catch his breath even as he found his cock still buried in his sister and just enjoying the moment.

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Neither was really thinking rationally, the sensations of Adam's bare prick inside her sliding into her depths, pulling out and then sliding in again unlike anything she'd experienced before. Maybe she should have asked him to stop after a few thrusts, after all she'd sucked him off enough times to know that enough stimulation he'd end up popping off, but she wasn't thinking rationally, she was thinking with her primal urges, the very ones that told her to roll her hips a little, ensure that Adam stayed deep inside, don't stop until he pulled out. Her core likewise knew what to expect, knew what would happen soon enough. All of those were blanketed by the pleasure she was feeling, her conscious mind almost coasting through the sex, a few thoughts here and there about anything other then the stupid risk she was taking doing this.

She didn't realize how fast it would happen, how the sensation, the stimulation of her tight pussy would drive Adam over the edge so quickly. She felt him stiffen, thrust deep inside, a twitch as he came. She didn't realize the sensation of twitching, followed by a warm wet feeling deep in her core was the very act that Alice's boyfriend's had done, that they'd cum in Alice exactly the way Adam had inside her, and after enough times, she'd been impregnated. It felt good though, Adam inside her even if he'd paused, stopped thrusting. She wondering why, why he'd stopped. "Adam," she said breathlessly, almost moaning, "Why'd you stop, that felt so good." She paused, "Did you, you know?"

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There was the pause as his sister seemed to catch up with what had happened. And Adam, despite himself, blushed a bright red. He had never cum that fast before, but he had also never found himself buried inside of his sister's tight pussy. It was definitely something that he hadn't experienced before, but now knew that he wanted to experience again. Taking a breath, he couldn't help but lean down and kiss his sister's bare shoulders before he answered her. "I did," he admitted to her gently, "I couldn't help it. It felt so good that it just sort of happened. I totally wasn't expecting it. I'm sorry, I wanted to keep going." He sighed as he carefully, slowly, started to pull himself out of her. He could just feel how sensitive his cock was and he really hoped that she had enjoyed it and would want to do it again. Once he had fully pulled out, he couldn't help but look to see his little sister's pussy gently leaking his cum to mix with the water of the shower.

Speaking of the shower, Adam realized that the water was starting to cool and he suspected that they had almost run the tank out for now. "I think that we need to get out of the shower," he said, "Otherwise the water is going to get too cold and all that." Taking a deep breath, he quickly wiped himself down before he would move to get out of the shower and grab a towel. As he did so, he looked at Amy, admiring how beautiful his sister was. He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at knowing what they'd just done and hoping that it would happen again. "So what do we do now, sis?" he asked her, "Because I know that I would like to do that again. But maybe in one of our beds? So we can actually enjoy it a bit more?"

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"It's okay, it felt really good when you did," Amy admitted. Her face was flush as well, she'd been close to orgasming though didn't know it. Another minute longer and she'd have came, her already tight pussy clamping down around Adam's member, holding him in place, unable to move. They would discover that later, but in the moment, Amy felt flush, a little weak in the knees, satisfied even if she hadn't orgasmed herself. "I felt a twitch and then a warm feeling like you pee'd in me or something." She paused, still soaking in the feelings of her brother deep up inside her, now understanding what he'd done, knew how good it felt.

She groaned a little, whining as he pulled out, his member tugging at her oh so gently, but stimulating her. The feeling the followed, emptiness and the feeling of something drooling down her leg, left her feeling a bit empty, wanting more, wanting Adam back inside. She may have been the one to suggest just a tip, and adamant no further because babies happened if they did, but now, knowing what it felt like, Adam deep inside, sex like they did it on the internet, an insatiable lust had awoken inside the teen. Maybe the sex equals babies was just a scare tactic used by her parents to scare them away from sex? Alice had been sleeping with guys for several years and nothing had happened, and the girls in those videos never seemed to get pregnant, so she was probably safe as well she reasoned, not realizing why neither Alice nor those girls in those videos ever had.

Her mind came back to the present as Adam suggested they should dry off, the shower was getting cool, though at that moment the cool felt good. She smiled a little as Adam looked at her, his eyes roaming her, drinking in her body, but unlike the creepy pervs out on the street, Amy liked Adam's gaze on her. It made her feel special, wanted, loved, desired, like a women with a man who loved her. She took a towel he handed her, patting herself down, toweling off, running the towel through her hair, wrapping it around her chest modestly. She thought about it, they'd done it once, not like a second time would hurt anyone, especially if they were going to make this a regular thing anyways. "I would too. Maybe your bed, isn't that how it works, the guy takes her to his place, into bed and lays with her?" She stepped closer to Adam, "Take me to your bed brother, do this properly."


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At 18 years old, Layla Addams was looking forward to graduating high school and moving on with her life. The rebellious teen had plenty of reasons to be the way she was, and she planned for a college far far away from all the bullshit she constantly dealt with. At first, it had been a rebellious decision, to dye her hair and get her tattoos, but now it was just, who she was. Layla loved her look, despite the way people in her town tended to look at her. Her facial piercings were a part of her image now too, and she loved it. She wasn't exactly the type of girl that fit in, not in her town.

She walked into her first class of the day almost 45 minutes late, which was actually early for Layla most of the time, carrying an iced coffee and wearing her earbuds. If she could graduate without attending any classes, Layla would. But she also really wanted to go to prom, and the principal was threatening not to let her if she couldn't pull her grade up in this class. She sucked at it, and she didn't necessarily care much for the teacher, who seemed to be on her case more than others. At least, it felt that way to Layla.

She took her seat and glared at her teacher, with most of the class staring at her, not that she cared at all.

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Melissa Chen, Layla's math teacher, stopped in the middle of the sentence when the eccentric looking girl entered her class. She remained silent until the young woman took her seat and glared at her, challenging her authority. "I see Little Miss Sunshine decided to grace us with her presence." she said with a small, sardonic smirk on her lips. It was a stupid joke and some of the students gave a polite laugh. She did not care for that. Melissa was both sorry for Layla and angry at her. Sorry, because she understood how she felt. Despite her strict and conservative looks she used to have a rather rebellious phase. Especially since she came from a traditionalist family.

And angry, because Layla was wasting her potential at pointless acts of rebellion. "You do realize that you and me, we are going to have a talk after class, which is..." she looked at her wristwatch "Is pretty soon. Better think of a good reason for me not to send you to the principal's office." Melissa stood in front Layla.

She did not like to be the strict teacher, she liked to get along with her students and most reciprocated. But that was not enough for her. Deep down she wanted Layla to open to her as she... as she reminded her of someone from her past and somehow she wanted to be able to... mend things in a sense. Of course, that person of whom Layla reminded her of, has long moved on with her life and was now a bank manager, gone were the piercings, the eccentric clothes, her hair was neat and black, no rainbow colors. But that was in the past... besides, Melissa and Layla were teacher and student...

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Layla rolled her eyes at her teacher's rather stupid joke. Layla hated math, and for the most part, didn't like Ms. Chen very much. Math was hard for Layla, and she just preferred not to bother to show up and listen to boring lectures about something she didn't understand at all. The harsh reality was that Layla was risking not being able to graduate on time, or even go to prom, if she couldn't somehow get a decent grade in math. It would probably help if Layla wasn't so against talking to or asking from help from Ms. Chen.

As the woman approached and threatened her, Layla couldn't help rolling her eyes. Find a reason to not be sent to the principal's office? Yeah right. The principal was far more pleasant than her teacher. So Layla just sat there as her teacher went back to whatever she was teaching. Layla hadn't been able to follow this class since it had started, so really, she barely knew anything more than that she technically had to show up for class.

The next fifteen minutes dragged on, but like an obedient girl, Layla actually stayed sitting at her desk while everyone else piled out. Mostly because Layla got a kick out of how angry her cute math teacher could get. It would be attractive to her, if Layla were into girls, and well, the woman wasn't her teacher.

[Assistant]
Thankfully the rest of the class went without a hitch. Melissa kept an eye on Layla, just so that the rebellious teen would not slip by with the crowd as the bell rung. In a sense she was glad that Layla came in late, otherwise she would have been far too distracted.

She gave them homework, endured the groans and complaints with a faint smile and waited for the other students to leave. She could see the looks they were giving Layla, that was all part of standing out, especially in a small town like theirs.

Once everyone was gone she walked towards the door and closed it. After that she paused for a second, took a deep breath and walked back to Layla "So, Miss Addams." she started "I would like to hear an explanation as to why you decided to come late?" she tilted her head slightly.

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Layla didn't make any effort to run or hide. She also didn't even pretend to care about anything the teacher was saying. This class was her own personal hell, which was why Layla didn't really bother. She stood no chance of passing it anyways. She wasn't smart enough or capable enough for this math class and they both knew it. Even tutors couldn't help Layla understand it, so it wasn't necessarily about a bad teacher, it was just... math made no sense to Layla.

After the door was shut and Ms. Chen came to her desk, demanding an answer, Layla couldn't help but laugh. "You're lucky I showed up at all." Layla admitted coldly. "Although mostly that's just to see your reactions. It's fun watching you get riled up." Layla pointed out, not realizing that could be considered flirting.

"It's not like I'm passing your class anyways." Layla pointed out. "Technically won't graduate, but there's really nothing else to try, so there's no point in showing up."

[Assistant]
Melissa tried not to take Layla's obvious bait. She was being difficult on purpose. She had to keep in mind that the young woman in front of her was still a teenager, even if she had passed voting age. "I guess I should be thankful even for the little things." she kept her smile, although there was a small hint of irony to it "As I said earlier, you graced us with your presence." she could bite too.

The second sentence took her out of her balance a bit. Was Layla... flirting with her? She knew that some teenagers found it hot to have a fling with their teachers. "Is that so?" she cocked an eyebrow.

Melissa decided not to press it further as this line of thinking was going to take her somewhere pretty uncomfortable to put it mildly. Especially given how Layla reminded her of someone from her past...

"Know what..." she sighed and leaned forward "What if I tutored you after classes?" she tilted her head "I can help you pass while you learn something at least?"

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Layla glared as she heard her teacher. She decided not to say anything in response. There really wasn't anything else to talk about in regards to her attendance. It really didn't matter to Layla in the first place.

"You're cute when you're mad." Layla flirted, not entirely realizing she was doing it. It wasn't like this was a good idea, nor could anything come of it. But it was still fun, if only to fluster her teacher.

Layla raised an eyebrow before the teacher leaned forward and offered a deal. Layla couldn't resist laughing at the idea. "It's cute that you think you're going to be the magical teacher who can actually teach me math, but it's not going to happen." Layla pointed out. "The only way I'm passing is if you stick your neck out and change my grade yourself. I don't think you're willing to stoop that low." Layla suggested.

[Assistant]
Layla was being difficult and adding flirtations to the mix was a pretty dangerous combination. "You know, talking to me like that can lead you in trouble." she pursed her lips for a moment. Meanwhile her imagination was running wild with images of them two together... doing lewd things.

She had to push them away. It was wrong and that annoyed her further. The girl was pushing these thoughts into her mind! It was easier to blame her, than to blame herself and how bored she had grown in her marriage.

"Well at least I can try..." she managed to smile again "I can do as you say, but only if you agree to the tutelage."

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"Can it though?" Layla asked curiously. "I think you're the one with anything to lose here." Layla reminded her softly. She was 18, so it wasn't like consent was an issue if she wanted to push it further than flirting, and it was truly her teacher who could be in trouble for anything.

Not that Layla would necessarily mind. Her teacher was cute, even if Layla wasn't known for batting for the same team usually. Something about Mrs. Chen was different. "What exactly are you suggesting?"

[Assistant]
Melissa cringed inside, it seems Layla was well aware of how much trouble she would be in if she fell for the flirting and she seemed willing to use it against her. She had heard about colleagues from other schools around the country being blackmailed by students to improve their grades. Even a potential legal action would be disastrous for her career.

But it was hard to push away that image from her mind though... "How about this, I teach you the basic stuff and if I see you understand it, then I give you a passing grade?" she tilted her head and smiled.

[User] "I never said it was a problem." Layla pointed out softly, noticing how the teacher reacted. Layla laughed at the proposition. "You really are adorable." Layla said, back to her obvious flirting. "It would take a miracle, and I think you know that as well as I do."

[Assistant]
Melissa was confused for a moment at her reply. What did she mean by that? Layla was learning to play mind games, clever girl. She pursed her lips at being called adorable. The young woman wanted to keep her off balance.

Or was she being honest? _Stop it!_ she thought. "It won't hurt to try." Melissa shrugged "We can meet after class here or somewhere else, where you will feel comfortable. I will teach you, then you practice, then I evaluate, after that we repeat the process several times and if I am satisfied I give you a passing grade."

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Despite the way Layla was playing it off, she wasn't actually attempting to play any games. She did think Mrs. Chen was an attractive woman, even if she was her teacher. "You look flustered, Mrs. Chen." Layla teased with a little blush on her own face.

Layla thought it over for a while, and looked her teacher up and down. It would be interesting to see her teacher outside of school, and hey, she offered. "We could meet at that little cafe on 8th." Layla agreed. "Just promise not to be too disappointed when it doesn't work the way you want it to." Layla mused softly. "How often did you want to meet?"

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The blush on her face told Melissa that the girl may be actually honest about her flirting. She was not sure which was worse---it to be a joke and/or a blackmail attempt ... or the girl to be actually interested. She could protect herself from the former, but the latter... that could be problematic.

Melissa slowly nodded, that was a start. "Isn't it a little crowded?" she tilted her head "Will you be able to focus?" she chuckled softly.

"Well, given that the prom is coming soon, I guess three to four times a week. But if you perform better we can reduce the number." she shrugged. "So, do we have a deal?"

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This was dangerous. It was also one of the reasons Layla didn't show up to class a lot. She didn't have to like it, but she was attracted to her teacher. Layla smirked at the teacher's words. "You've never been there, have you?" Layla insisted. "It's pretty dead. It's probably best you don't get seen outside of school with a student." Layla admitted, actually seeming to want to protect her teacher's reputation in spite of the way she was flirting in school.

Layla laughed at her teacher's idea. "You're so hopeful that I'll do better." Layla reminded softly. "It's a deal." Layla said softly. "I should probably get to class. Yours is the only one I don't mind missing."

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"Well, I don't have the time to go to cafes." Melissa sighed and chuckled. "Well, as long as we are seen with a textbook and a notepad, I think we should be fine." she smiled and shrugged.

"Being hopeful is part of the job." she reached and touched her on the shoulder. Maybe not the best decision given the earlier exchanges, but she could not stop herself. Besides teachers were allowed to offer encouragement.

Then Layla seems to not have been able to resist poking a jab at her. "Go." she said simply "Will see you later or do you prefer tomorrow?"

[User]
Layla smirked as she heard her teacher. "Well, that makes it sound like you have no fun in your life." Layla pointed out softly. "Do you?" Layla asked softly.

She actually blushed when her teacher touched her, mostly because Layla liked flirting with her teacher. "I'll be there after school." Layla agreed softly.

The rest of the day, her mind was lost in images of being with the teacher, alone. It was dangerous, but that only made it more fun. Like she'd said, Layla took a seat at a corner booth in the cafe with a hot chocolate and waited. Her teacher would be interesting considering Layla had no intention of pretending like she was learning anything.

[Assistant]
Good thing she did not have a lot to do as she was far too distracted. Her own mind was playing tricks on her, her imagination was running wild and she even had to stop herself from reaching down under her skirt and relieve herself while sitting alone.

She was feeling like a teenager again and she was not happy with that. It meant she was prone to risk taking and that was what she wanted to avoid.

It took her some time to find the place and she hesitated at the door for a second then entered, putting a broad smile as she approached Layla. "I got lost for a bit, I hope you have not been waiting for too long?" She placed her bag in the empty chair then fished her wallet "Let me get some coffee and we can begin."

[User] Layla felt a little nervous. They weren't going to be at school, they were in a relatively private cafe, where anything might happen. Well, Layla could hope, anyway. "It's fine, go get your coffee." Layla said with a smile, watching her teacher as she walked away. Admittedly, it was more that Layla was checking her out. Layla couldn't help it.

[Assistant]
Melissa straightened her skirt a bit and went to the counter to get herself a cup of coffee. It did not take that long, she took it and headed back to the table.

"So, where to start?" She mused and opened the textbook. "I guess we will have to take a crash course." She chuckled "Once you see how things connect it will seem easier." Melissa tried to focus on the task at hand as she did not want her mind to wander.

[User]
Layla couldn't help but outwardly check Melissa out while she waited for her coffee and came back.

"God, you are so adorably determined." Layla pointed out. "I really doubt that." Layla pointed out. She wasn't exactly pretending that this was going to work. After all, Melissa wasn't the first to try, nor would she have any success.

[Assistant] "You do realize that it is not appropriate for a student to talk to a teacher like that." Melissa remarked but could not help herself as her lips curved into a small smile on their own. "Believe it or not, I used to know a girl like you and back then she caused quite a lot of trouble." she sighed from the memory indicating that there was more to it.

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As she heard her teacher, Layla smirked in amusement. "You didn't seem to have a problem with it earlier." Layla teased. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" Layla asked, genuinely wondering. It was possible she was going too far here, and maybe she should stop. It would be interesting to see if her teacher decided to flirt herself, rather than Layla attempting and seemingly failing constantly.

"You had a friend more like me?" Layla asked incredulously. "It's hard to picture you with a friend like me. You're too much a goody goody. Even now, you can't deny you want me to keep flirting with you, and yet, you can't see past how good you are to risk anything worthwhile." Layla mused, a tiny jab in there.

[Assistant]
"I did not want to turn it into a big issue." Melissa said cautiously, she did not want to admit that deep down she really liked it and that was the problem. "If it will make you focus more on what I am teaching you when we are alone, then I can cut you some slack, but never in class." she eyed her.

Melissa giggled "Oh, I was a lot like you back then." she sighed and smiled as she remembered "It was the punk age and so on. My parents were not very happy about it." she sighed again "Anyway, we should start..."


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A2 was surprised at herself and how long she lingered there, holding Blue's hand, while 2B walked farther and farther away. She wasn't concerned about being separated from the other android, as she had already registered her signal to be able to keep track of her and her location. But there was something in Blue's touch, something in the way that she'd smiled that made her just want to hold her hand. It was a sensation that A2 didn't understand. Emotions weren't foreign to her---she wasn't that lacking---but this was one she couldn't quite place or recall. It made her think of those machine children, and how Pascal had desired to protect them. It made her think of... a thought that was there and gone, and she was left blinking, and staring at her empty hand as Blue disappeared and the two androids were left to continue onward.

2B's search for any surviving flight units was in vain. She lacked the aptitude to repair what ones were found, and even then, there had only been enough parts to possibly get one working. She had no qualms in leaving A2 behind but it was a thought she didn't entertain for long. So in silence they continued, leaving the factory at a simple pace. There was no use in rushing as they took in the world around them, one long since reclaimed by the natural world. Animals that had roamed unopposed and uncontested took notice of the two androids, predators that had forgotten what they were wondering if these were new prey to hunt, and prey animals curious about things that certainly didn't look like their predators. In silence they walked, allowing Blue to handle the talking. 2B remaining stoic, A2 more attentive...

"It was our own that had no faith in us..." A2 would hum softly. "And if they perished so long before us... was there even anything to change...?" They had fought to reclaim the Earth for a race that had gone extinct long before any of them had been constructed, before the first doubts and flagging morale had seeped into the android ranks, before even the machine production lines had stopped and their numbers dwindling as well.

2B just sniffed. Neither knew what they had hoped to find at the Resistance Base. The two split up as they walked ground both familiar and not, the world having reclaimed so much that paths once well-known were now hidden and lost. Both well-versed in death they showed no emotion as they came upon the remains of android after android. 2B had to wonder what had ended them all... were they victims of the logic virus, as she had been? Not all bore wounds of battle, however. Had some simply gone to bed and chose not to wake up? To give up so simply was a concept she couldn't wrap her head around. And yet she found herself standing for quite some time in front of one of the beds, staring at the male android on it. A frame unlike the one she was thinking of, albeit similar...

"9S..." she whispered, hands clenching into fists at her sides. "...Nines..."

A2 gave her space. "Blue," she spoke as she forced open a rusted doorway inch by inch, her grunts undercutting the sound of scraping metal. Even her strength was nearly wanting, and if she'd been human, she would be breaking out a sweat at the nearly Sisyphean task. "What happened to Adam? And Eve? I can't... my memory banks are... hmph! This door..." she grunted, giving up for the moment as the large metal door to what she remembered being a storage room stopped at being just too small for even her slender frame to slip through. "...hah... my memory banks are corrupted still. I am hesitant to purge the data, but..."

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Blue watched as 2B approached the room with the unmoving android, her voice shaky despite her efforts to hold it. 2B's hands clenched into fists as she spoke her nickname for 9S quietly, yet Blue could hear it. Her face frowned a bit. The android was clearly hurting and it concerned Blue what she might do. A few moments passed before she reached out and gently touched the back of 2B's hand until it uncurled from the fist. "Hey..." She spoke softly in a quiet, understanding manner. "It's not your fault." Her words were meant to be comforting, even affectionate, one might say. How true they were was up to interpretation though. Blue didn't blame her for anything she had done. They had all been pawns in a game none of them knew they were playing. She now knew the next location they had to visit before moving on.

Like A2, she decided to give 2B a bit of time. She followed after A2, seeing her struggle against the storeroom door. She move to her side and assisted her, the metal groaning in protest against both of them before finally the corroded hinges snapped and the door fell open. Many of the supplies were still there. The androids hadn't moved the base or anything. It was almost like they all just suddenly stopped. "Honestly... I don't know. I was hoping you might, A2. After the bunker's destruction, I lost contact with the other YoRHa squads. It took weeks to establish a local network. When I couldn't contact anyway, I went out on my own. By the time I got here, the tower was mostly gone. From what data I could gather, which wasn't much, they and the machines launched their programs into space, or something like that. I didn't really understand it myself."

She leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms. "My working theory is not just them, but they took all the androids that were active with them. A collective Ark to another world. I have no proof of that, unfortunately, but it's the only conclusion I can make based on the strange lack of any software in any android or machine I've found."

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"No?" 2B said simply, her masked gaze not leaving the fallen android when Blue appeared and spoke. She knew the truth of her supposed savior's words. But the truth of one instance didn't soothe the guilt from so many prior cycles. "Not this time. But forty-either past times where I was not able to... to..." she trailed off, not finishing the sentence. But if Blue knew anything about her service history, or her record, or her true designation... no, she hadn't killed 9S. This time. But she had ended so many of his past lives that it didn't matter. The only thing that could have saved him was her own death, and yet that still hadn't been enough to let him have the life he had deserved. She stood there in silence, lost in her thoughts, as Blue walked away.

A2 was happy for the help though. The fact that this hologram could interact with and affect the world was... strange. Unbelievable, even. It made her wonder if it was truly happening, however. Was Blue's connection enhancing her own abilities, while her sensors simply chose to interpret it as being helped? It was an interesting thought puzzle---if only she had the processing capabilities of an S-model to properly contemplate it. "Thank you..." she spoke, a hand moving to brush strands of her white hair behind and ear. The other hand resting on her hip, as she shifted her weight to mirror the way that Blue stood, subconsciously. But the hologram didn't have the answers that she had hoped for, which was quite unfortunate. "I see. Perhaps we will find something that you missed. But I suppose it does not matter for our current mission..."

There were no directives to send her after the machines, or to deal with logic virus-infected androids. And she hadn't had such a link with any commanding force in some time. Perhaps they would need to make sure 2B had no such lingering commands, though.

"Most of these supplies are useless..." she mused, walking through. Machine parts, obsolete weapon patterns, ammunition. There were crates in the back that could have been promising, and using her blade, she pried one of the wooden lids off and peered in. Inside was, indeed, what she had hoped to find. Except the animal feed was long since decayed and rotten, and idly she was happy that she had no sense of smell. But she had hoped they could find something useful for taming some of the wild beasts, and use them for transportation.

"We will continue walking, then..." A2 sighed. Turning, she looked at Blue, crossing her arms under her breast. "You have a very unique frame, Blue... what was the purpose of an H-type?" she asked---though she blinked and her head did a slight twitch, her memory banks firing. H-type? Was that right? Was that what Blue had called herself?

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Blue watched as A2 searched through the remains of the store room. Though much of it remained, its usability was questionable at best. A disappointment to be sure. She let out a soft sigh as A2 began to make her exit, then stopped to ask the question. Blue's brow furrowed and her head tilted to the side. She seemed confused. "A2? I already explained that. The H-series were specialized hackers and infiltrators. We often used holograms like this to change our appearance when needed and to be away from danger should something go wrong. As for myself, much like how White was unique, I am as well. Normal H models don't look too different from other YoRHa." She stared at A2 for a long moment before moving toward her and gently touching her face, hair and forehead. "Are you doing okay? Let me know if something seems off. I'll try to find a fix for it." A2's system was older than 2B's and she was concerned her brute force method of getting through their firewalls might have damaged them. She hoped she hadn't messed something up.

They waited until 2B was ready to leave before they left the camp remains and headed North again. The highway had crumbled by that point. Wild animals kept their distance from the unknown creatures. "There is one place I want to take you two before we continue on though." She led them to the canyon that separated the area they were in and the Shopping Center. The bridge was still miraculously in place, but clearly unstable. She had A2 and 2B cross it one at a time before reappearing with them on the other side. She led them over to the side of the canyon where 2B would see a familiar weapon laying on the ground: it was 9S's blade; originally stuck in the ground, the environment had knocked it over. By all accounts with was the spot 9S saw A2 kill 2B that drove him down his dark path of revenge. Someone had buried him there.

Blue came up beside 2B and gently placed her hand on her shoulder, softening her voice. "I thought you might want to see this. I found him in that sinkhole long ago. I had tried to revive him as I did you, but there was nothing left. His consciousness was gone, like everyone else. The events he witnessed here were already uploaded to the network, so I did the best I could out of respect." She had buried 9S in the location he had last seen 2B, maybe out of some idea that it would sate his vengeful wrath, if he was still somehow out there.

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A2 blinked when Blue corrected her about her question. When had she explained that? The android's eye twitched some, and her head jerked slightly, before she sighed and closed her eyes. A hand lifted to rub at her temple. She was unaware that the gesture was one of many that androids showed, things that did nothing but mimic the mannerisms of the humans they had been modeled after. The touch on her head wouldn't soothe a headache, because she had no headache. But she felt as though she should have one. And maybe, if she wasn't an older frame built for but one purpose, she would have had one...

"...I see. Apologies." she sighed and shook her head. "Perhaps I just need to work on my memory stores. There's so much corrupted data it may be affecting my processes." She was not as attached to memories as 2B was. And she had plenty that she could afford to forget. If the data was corrupted, anyway, what good was it? But she couldn't do such a thing here or now. Perhaps when they left the city ruins, and... her thoughts stalled as Blue approached her, and the hologram touched her face. A2 couldn't feel it. Her tactile receptors were tuned so highly that it took great amounts of pressure, force, or pain to truly register. She stayed still as Blue's hand moved along her cheek, into her hair---as soft as it was white---and onto her forehead.

A part of her so suddenly wished she could feel it... when 2B would find them, A2 was simply standing there looking at Blue, holding her hand. They continued on their way without a word. A2 and 2B walked apart from each other, at the same pace, enough space between them for Blue to walk in the middle if she appeared and so desired. There was no talking unless A2 started conversation as the two former (and potentially still) enemies simply tolerated the other. Blue's diversion, however, would have made A2's stomach dop if she had such an organ, and would have caused anxiety if she had such a response. As it was, she was frowning as she recognized the location they were coming up on...

When she saw the blade, however, 2B went still. Slowly walking up to it, she picked the weapon up. He had not been meant for combat, and while the blade was in surprisingly good condition for how long it had been exposed to the elements, it was not as pristine as hers had been. "A cruel oath... one I regret..." she whispered to herself, as Blue put a hand on her shoulder. She didn't look at the woman. She didn't speak when Blue tried explaining what had happened and what she had done.

It was A2 that sensed the faint shift. As 2B went through the memories, and remembered the fight that had ended her, traces of the logic virus code still inside of her activated. Her eyes glowed red underneath her blindfold, and with a shout of rage---pained, heartbroken rage---she would spin. 9S's blade would slice at Blue's throat, only for A2 to dash between them, catching the katana as her hand was badly gashed. Not even reacting to the pain, her other hand pulled Blue protectively behind her, and jumped back away from 2B. "You... will protect her?" 2B panted, not fully lost to madness. "Just as you protected Nines...!?"

The android was driven by feelings she didn't understand, her intelligence having grown in ways that shouldn't have been possible in her long years of service. They should not have been able to grow, and evolve... and yet she had. It was grief that pushed her on, and the clang of metal soon filled the ruins as 2B and A2 fought once again, a greatsword against two katanas. 2B had loved without knowing, a feeling born of a man's simple innocence and kindness, and the grief of how many times she had failed to protect and honor him. It had just been a simple assignment, at first. But then again, and again, learning the truth over and over... A2 knew the survivor's guilt that 2B felt, she could sympathize on some level, but she knew her words would not reach the other android. "Blue..." she grunted, after blocking an attack would send her sliding back along the ruined highway. "You must do something. I cannot hold back forever..." she hissed, trying to give 2B a chance, without just resorting to repeating history.

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Blue was caught completely off-guard and instinctively tried to dodge out of the way of the blade by backing up, but A2 intervened on her behalf. She was grateful, even though the attack wouldn't have really harmed her. It would have destabilized her hologram program a bit, but nothing that couldn't be repaired. She knew 2B was upset, but she hadn't expected this! She barely had time to register what was happening when she saw the two androids fighting it out once again. "No! Stop!" She cried out to them, but 2B either couldn't hear her in her rage or chose to ignore. It was then she notice her form was flickering in and out of view from 2B's system. Her face lit up in surprise. "Damn it, the logic virus is still in her? I thought I purged it all." She focused her mind as A2 distracted her and hacked into 2B's software, finding the junk code that the virus was creating. She deleted it as fast as she could, but it wasn't working. It was replicating faster than she could get rid of it. As long as 2B was in this state, she couldn't help her.

When the two androids separated and A2 asked for assistance, Blue had an idea of what to do. When 2B charged again, she dashed forward and the blade passed through her figure, causing her image to destabilize and flicker momentarily, but then return to normal when it was through. For a brief moment, A2 would be able to see an anomaly; Blue's image had an extra layer under it. She grabbed hold of 2B's wrist and held it out to the side, her arm wrapping around the android's waist to hold her in place. While she wasn't technically a combat model, she was still an android and just as strong as them. "2B! Please, stop! I know you're hurting, but 9S wouldn't want this for you!" Blue hoped, anyway. "I know you want to blame A2 or even yourself, but you've seen at least parts of her memories. 9S chose his path of vengeance of his own will. Should A2 have just let him kill her?"

Her voice softened as she held 2B tighter against her. "Please... you have to start forgiving her. And forgiving yourself. You're not the monster you think you are." She reached up and pulled the black cloth away from 2B's eyes and looking in their redness, her hand gently cupping the side of her face. "Please, let me help you. The logic virus still infects you, but I can remove it. Please... I don't want to lose you after I just found you."

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2B staggered when she would slash at Blue, but no resistance came as her blade passed through the other android. That stagger left her open and easy to capture---her lithe body trapped against Blue as one hand seized her wrist and the other wrapped around her waist. Raising her free hand to try and cut down with 9S's blade, A2 grabbed it before she could swing down. The contact only seemed to make 2B angrier---but A2 couldn't just stand by and not help.

She might feel that it would be best to simply eliminate the unstable android, but if Blue wanted her saved, A2 would do her best. Blue was the ranking android, and even if she had long since been cast out of YoRHa, something just seemed right about following her orders.

"He needed protection!" was 2B's only counter as Blue tried to reason with her, and talk her down from the guilt of 9S's own death. "And I wasn't...! I couldn't... I should be dead!"

2B hissed and shook her head from her blindfold was removed. The glowing red eyes, a clear sign of the logic virus infection, glared up at Blue as she struggled against the woman's grip. Her body squirmed and withered against the hologram---until she was held tighter, and her form just molded against the other android. Jaw clenched, she just screamed in frustration and pain and anger, head head falling against Blue's shoulders.

"...I can hold her," A2 said, "Purge the virus before it spreads to us..."

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When A2 came to assist her, Blue simply nodded at her. She placed her hands on 2B's head and closed her eyes, diving deep into 2B's root code that made her who she was. It was a mess; full of junk code and interfering with her logic routines. She wasn't sure she had ever seen an infection this bad in an android. She got work right away, deleting the junk and adding temporary partitions to prevent it from spreading. This was going to take a bit. Luckily they weren't exactly on any sort of a clock.

"2B... listen to me. Focus on my voice." Her voice was calm and comforting inside the android's head. "You have been through so much. It saddens me to see you in such pain. I know you want to blame yourself, but you shouldn't." The more she talked, the more the virus seemed to slow, allowing her to get rid of it more easily. "He made his own choices, just as you wanted. If you truly feel you must atone, you cannot do so through death. You need to live. You need to remember him and carry his ideals and wishes with you. You need to survive as he wished you to."

Blue got to the last of the viral code when 2B's memories began playing in front of her. Happy ones, sad ones, and everything in between. She could take away the pain by deleting them; removing 9S from her memory would solve the problem. She couldn't bring herself to do it though. Those memories made 2B who she was. She was damaged, but she was strong. She could get through it and Blue was determined to help her. She went and destroyed the final remnants of the logic virus before finally pulling out of the android's head, opening her eyes again. "It's done." She gently lifted 2B's head and looked into her blue eyes, gently touching their foreheads together for a moment. "We'll help you. You won't have to go through it all alone." She looked over at A2 again. "And thank you. You had no reason to help, but... it means a lot to me. And her, I'm sure. I don't know what I would do if I lost either of you so soon."

The sun was beginning to turn the sky orange as the day passed into the evening. "We should take shelter in the building for the night. It's best you avoid traveling after dark. Some creatures are exceptionally dangerous."

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2B seized up as Blue hacked into her mind again. With a gasp of pain, and a whimper as she was held firm and tight and unable to move, the tortured android could do nothing but bear it as deletions swept through her systems. Tears came to her eyes as memories were forced to play. Happy and sad, moments she treasured beyond all else, despite her own usual stoic and reserved nature. For a moment she cried in anguish that they were being deleted, removing pieces of who she was... until she realized that they weren't going away, as Blue carefully avoided harming them as she purged the remnants of the logic virus.

When it was all finished, 2B was leaning against Blue, only standing because of the hold the hologram had on her. Crying softly, she said nothing despite the words echoing in her mind. Why did this android care? Why was she doing all of this? But her anger was gone, as she was just left with exhaustion and her guilt, and tears staining Blue's collar. It would take her a moment to recover enough to want to move on, before she would finally pull back. Taking her blindfold, she would avoid looking at the two as she affixed it again, and returned her two katanas to her back. "...let us go..." she just said softly.

A2 was quiet, just nodding to Blue as she was thanked. And, again, it caused an odd feeling in her. Someone thanking her... and seeming concerned about her. But, again, she had to ask... why? The building closest to them was the remnants of a shopping center. The inside had largely avoided being reclaimed by nature, despite a few destroyed walls and entrances. It was a massive complex, a kind of building where hundreds on hundreds of humans may have once gone. Stores of all kinds lingered, ancient wares still on display and most still largely intact. Places for shopping, food, entertainment... the decision was made to split up and look for supplies, before returning to the central and largest store to rest for the night. Blue likely wasn't prepared for what the two women would find...

2B was the first to return to the central store. She hadn't found anything of use, but as she explored the area they would rest for the night, she found herself confused by the items on display. They were ancient articles of clothing, albeit no kind that served any protective purpose, being so thin and flimsy. And, yet, there was something oddly appealing... one piece in particular, and with a shy look around to ensure she was alone, she took it down.

Striping from her uniform, she posed some in front of a large mirror. It was a corset and one-piece lingerie set. Lacey black material pushed up her breasts, as a high collar wrapped around her neck. Silky white fabric covered her tight stomach, stretching down to cover her core in the thinnest of strips. Thigh high stockings were pulled up her legs, and still alone, she pushed up her blindfold to look at herself in the mirror without the assistive HUD. There was an odd spike of data---and for a moment, she was a blue-haired woman behind her, holding her, even though when she looked no one was there... by coincidence, A2 was on the other side of the same mirror wall, taken by the same curiosity. Though while 2B was taking a rare moment to indulge in some long-suppressed desires to dress more womanly and appealing, A2 was more saddened.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was attempting to pin in an earring. Her frame was much less 'natural' than 2B's, with the segments in her armored carapace showing. Her curves weren't as generous because of it, being all around more slender and thinner than the short-haired android. But she had pulled on a black set of lacy underclothes regardless, trying to feel pretty. She did not like her body, made for nothing but war and killing as it was. 2B at least had the possibility for modifications and changing her designation and purpose. A2 lacked such capability... still, what woman didn't want at least a moment of feeling pretty? Sexy? Desired? Even if both androids didn't quite realize those weren't feelings or thoughts they should be having...


[User]
What had Fey said that made him laugh like that? Fey watched him with a mystified expression as he began to get everything started, her attention torn between what he was doing and the different options the television offered. The screen offered more amusing things in terms of visual, but the smells coming from the kitchen were enticing enough that her mouth began to water and she abandoned channel surfing.

She found herself turning and peering into the kitchen while he cooked, turning back to the television anytime she caught him looking her direction as if she was avoiding being caught looking. There were so many different smells coming from in there, and any time she saw him adding something else she had to squint and try to see if she was familiar with it.

"Couch, yes." She would have eaten on the floor at that point as long as she got to eat, and she accepted the bowl with a shy smile before sniffing at it. The meat was easy enough to smell, had been the entire time he had been cooking, but the different ingredients he'd mixed in with the pasta were confusing her nose. Well, no matter, it was food and she doubted he was going to go out of his way to poison her, although the expression on his face made her question it for one short moment.

"What is?" She poked at it with her fork and sniffed again, spearing both some of the chicken and pasta before taking a bite. Her expression cycled between confusion, awe, and then finally pure bliss as she tasted something good for the first time in days, and Fey was almost embarrassed by how quickly she began to eat after she'd finished the first bite.

[Assistant]
Jonathan watched as Fey picked up the food hesitantly for a moment and he could feel his heart catch in his throat. Did she not like the smell or something? He'd always liked it but maybe demons didn't eat that way? He had no idea and his confidence plummeted as a million thoughts raced through his mind. What if she doesn't like it? What if she's allergic to something and she doesn't know? It was definitely possible considering she'd come from a totally different place. Oh God, what if he killed her? He hadn't known her for very long, but he would still feel guilty. What should he do?

Before he could say something however, the demoness took a bite from the bowl he had presented her with. Her expression flickered several times, and Jonathan sat in barley restrained panic as he waited for the inevitable rejection. It never came though. Instead, Fey's eyes lit up and she began wolfing down the meal as quickly as she could. Jonathan was shocked, glad that she looked the food and also a little bit saddened by the implication that she probably hadn't been given enough to eat prior to this. Still, he wasn't made of stone, and it was kind of adorable to watch her sheepishly eat the food at such a right, clearly embarrassed and starving at the same time.

"You don't have to worry, the foods not going anywhere." He teased as he sat down at the far end of the couch with his own portion, starting to eat as well, albeit at a more restrained pace. "I made a lot, so feel free to help yourself to seconds if you want." He said gesturing back to the pot in the kitchen that was still half filled with creamy, chickeny, tomatoey goodness. It felt good that he was able to provide for his new guest, at least in a sense, even though he didn't have a lot of money or anything. He wasn't sure where the feeling came from, but he could feel it warm in his chest as he watched Fey finishing her food.

It felt like now they were growing closer, at least a little bit. Or maybe more comfortable was the better word. She'd had her blood, and some food, and he had given her as many clothes as he could afford. That had to count for something right? She couldn't still want to claw his eyes out after that... hopefully. Maybe he should try talking to her a bit more? It usually worked to ease some tension, at least among people. Just ask her anything, anything not bizarre he reasoned to himself. "So uh, your hair is really pretty. How long you been growing it out?" He asked, and then a moment later face palmed. What was the point of making a rule just to ignore? God he hoped she didn't think he was a creep now.

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The demoness' cheeks burned as he teased her on the pace of her eating, but it didn't make her slow down or stop eating now that she'd gotten a taste. There wasn't a chance in hell she was going to stop until she'd gotten her fill, and even when he questioned her it took several seconds for her to pause. Was he talking to her?

"Hair?" Fey set the bowl in her lap and gave him a curious look before feeling at her hair. "Very long, many years." When was the last time she'd had her hair short for any reason? It had been so long that she couldn't remember, the confusion evident on her face as she combed her fingers through the wet length. Why did he have his hand on his face like that? There were so many questions her brain was trying to process at once, between the slight language barrier and the fact that she had been fully focused on her meal before the question.

"Do not cut hair unless must. Most do not."

[Assistant]
Jonathan slowly peeled his face out from his hands, glancing up at Fey as she began talking about her hair. She looked confused, but mostly at his actions at not his question. And she didn't look disgusted either, which was an added bonus to be sure. She just started explaining her hair, that it had taken years for it to get this long, and that she wouldn't be cutting it unless she needed to. It made sense; her long black hair went down to the small of her back and she must have taken good care of it, so the hair didn't dry or die. He was glad he had gotten her some shampoo when he did then. he'd had to be the reason she had to cut her beautiful hair...

"I understand. It takes humans a long time to grow their hair too." He assured her, scotching a little closer to her instinctively. The TV kept playing softly in the background as he began picking at his food again. He still felt hungry, but there was a question still itching at the back of his mind. His eyes glanced back to the demon, darting quickly as if he were afraid that she'd notice him. Finally, he broke the silence of their eating. "Can I... can I touch it?" He wasn't sure where the desire came from, but it was there. Her hair looked soft and normal, but it couldn't really be like human hair, could it? He wanted to know and hoped she would let him see. He wouldn't demand it though. He didn't want to be cruel, like all the other people she'd meet.

His hand came up slowly, in front of her the whole time as he showed it coming closer to her. "Would you mind Fey?" He asked, making sure that she knew he was asking her permission.

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"Touch?" Fey paused with a bite of food partway to her mouth and gave him a strange look. Why did he want to touch her hair? It wasn't that he was the first one in this world to want to, or to do it regardless of her wishes, the men seemed to have such a fascination with her long hair. The key difference was that he was asking her for permission rather than just grabbing it and yanking it every which way to inspect her. In fact, other than looking at her, he hadn't made any attempt to inspect her in an unpleasant way, and after a moment of hesitation she nodded.

"No pull." With that clearly established, the demoness went back to eating her food, turning her attention back to the meal and the television even as her tail twitched nervously behind her. Allowing him to touch her hair wasn't going to do her any harm, as far as she knew, it wasn't going to cause her pain or become dangerous. He had gone out of his way to bring her clothes, a new blanket, food, and even the blood that she needed to survive, although she was sure the last must disgust him. It wasn't her fault that was what she needed, it was in her nature and had been the way of demonkind for thousands of years.

[Assistant]
Jonathan smiled with a nod. "Of course not" he assured her, slowly bringing his hand closer to her now. He knew that she had given him permission, but he still didn't want to do anything that might startle her. She seemed a little flighty, like she might scratch him and run again if she got scared. It was cute in a way, he thought, though he felt guilty in thinking it since he knew her fear was probably well founded. Regardless, he was glad their relationship was off to a better start then that. With that in mind, his hand finally came into soft contact with her hair. Initially he slowly slid his hand along its length, before allowing his fingers to tangle in gently with her dark locks.

It was soft, just like human hair, silky, long, and well taken care of. It was surprising, even though maybe it shouldn't have been, just how many things about Fey were practically human. A soft smile worked its way onto Jonathan's face as he continued to stroke her hair, enjoy the moment and perhaps losing sight of how intimate the gesture may feel for her. "Pretty" he whispered softly beneath his breath without realizing, though loud enough for Fey to hear. He was too busy focusing on the feeling building within him to realize. This was nice, he thought, almost like playing with a pretty girl's hair. Instinctively he began to comb it behind her ear, tucking in stray hairs as he smiled kindly at her.

[User]
This wasn't too bad. Fey could barely feel his hand moving over her hair until he actually slid his fingers through it, her hand stilling on the spoon as she peered at him from the corner of her eye. It still wasn't too bad, but she hadn't expected him to start running his fingers through it like a mother would to a child, and she certainly hadn't expected it to feel good.

"Pretty?" Had she heard him right? The smile on his face coupled with the gentleness of his touch was extremely strange, and she nearly dropped her bowl when she jerked back from the way he tucked her hair back. "Why you do that?" She narrowed her eyes at him and reached up, rubbing at the spot he'd touched curiously.

"What wrong with hair way it is?" He'd gotten awfully close to her horns, too, and that was not somewhere she wanted anyone's hands for an entire list of reasons. "You said touch. Why move?"

[Assistant]
Jonathan froze as Fey pulled away, like a deer in headlights as she responded angrily. His hand even hung guiltily in the air for a moment after she'd moved. He wish he could tell her why, but to be honest even he wasn't sure why he'd started playing with her hair like that. He'd just zoned out... or something. Good luck explaining that to a demon though. He could feel his face turn red and sweat start to head as embarrassment took hold. Embarrassment and having been caught, and embarrassment at how clearly upset she was that he'd started tucking in her hair. She hadn't scratched him again yet, but he was still having trouble gauging just how mad she was. Was this the kind of thing that lands you in one of the lower circles of hell? He was pretty sure it was, if pervying on a demoness was sin, and if that's what her narrowed glare meant she thought he'd done.

"I uh... I uh" he stammered as he tried to form a coherent response. "I-I don't know?" He offered lamely. "It's just something people do here." He explained, leaving out the fact that those people were usually close. He was really hoping she didn't know enough about humans to call him out on that. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that anything is wrong with your hair" he apologized sincerely. He really hadn't, if anything his hand had wondered because her hair was too nice. Stupid soft, pretty hair. He cursed under his breath. "I think your hair looks... really nice the way it is." He tried to appease, not aware that she'd already heard him calling it pretty. "Maybe we should just watch TV?" He asked weakly, after several more moments of awkward silence accompanied by a demons glare.

Suddenly, a thought came to mind. Something that might save him from her wraith, and this uncomfortable silence at the same time. "How do you say hair?" He asked suddenly. A beat passed. "Um, I mean how do you say hair where you're from?" He shifted finally to meet her gaze. "I heard you taking to the poster earlier" he admitted. "I know you speak another language. How do you say hair then?"

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"People do? Why?" The only experience she'd had with it in this world so far had been negative, and even this instance was... questionable, at best. "Hair is fine." She'd managed to balance the bowl on her lap and pull all of her hair over to one side, letting it pool out of the way without landing in the food, although she wasn't sure how she managed to accomplish that in her haste. There was just so much hair!

"What?" Her hands stilled on her hair at his question, and Fey gave him a look somewhere between horror and intrigue at his question. He was asking how to say it in her native tongue? Why? "Yes, speak other language, mine. Humans speak more than one, why matter?" He had caught her talking to the poster, something that made her flush slightly now that he was reminding her of it. Maybe she could teach him just one word, it wasn't as if he would remember it, and then maybe he wouldn't bring the poster incident up again.

"Riah." She mumbled out the word and picked her bowl back up, carefully keeping said hair out of the way before shoving another bite of food in and staring at the television. Why the hell did a human care how she said hair back home?

[Assistant]
Jonathan stayed silent as she asked him why people did that with their hair. His gamble had paid off, and she was too distracted by his new question to follow up on her own. That was good luck, the problem with lying is that it always took more lies to keep them up, and remembering them all became difficult. Hopefully she would just accept that humans were weird and that would be that. He shuffled uneasily when she asked him why he was curious about her language though. "I don't know... just curious. I like learning and I bet you like speaking it." It was kind of true. He'd always been bad at languages, and he did need it to he a distraction, but it would be cool to be the first person ever to learn how to speak demon. Demoness? Demonic? Whatever it was called.

For her part, Fey didn't seem too thrilled about the concept of teaching him any of her languages. He felt a little crestfallen, but wasn't going to push it, until he heard her barley speak up. Was that the word? He guessed so, so he might as well give it a shot. "H-hair?" He tried. If someone had asked him to explain what the language sounded like, he'd be at a lost. It didn't sound like any other language he'd ever heard. Which he supposed made sense. It was almost a miracle that their vocal cords were similar enough that they could even speak the same languages. He guessed it just showed how similar they were biologically. As far as he could tell at least, once more reminded of earlier indecent thoughts.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, watching as she picked at her food and made a show of only paying attention to the TV. He hoped the pronunciation was alright... still though, his mind was filled with other thoughts. Definitely stupid other thoughts. "How do you say pre---I mean nice hair?" He asked, his hand once more dumbly extending towards her soft hair.

[User]
"Riah." The irritation came through in the form of her sigh as she chewed a bite of food and shook her head. He hadn't completely slaughtered the word, but the way that his human accent fumbled at pronouncing it was so atrocious it made her cringe internally. Was that how she sounded trying to speak his language? That was incredibly embarrassing if that was the case. Did he think poorly of her for her crude English?

"Riah Ecin." Her tail came up and swatted at his hand before she'd had time to stop it and she froze, recoiling immediately and setting the bowl on the table so quickly it clattered loudly. She'd just hit him, albeit with her tail, and after a brief moment of staring at him in shock she slid off of the couch and took a seat on the floor a couple of feet away.

"Why you care so much about hair?" She turned her eyes back to the screen as she drew her knees up, resting her chin there as her tail twitched incessantly behind her back. That was technically the second time she'd gone at him if she included the scratching at his face, what constituted too much that he would finally get angry with her?

[Assistant]
Jonathan blinked and recoiled backwards as her tail came up to smack his hand. It didn't really hurt, he was more surprised then anything, but it definitely made him flinch. He guessed he wasn't allowed to touch a second time. Still though, at least she had told him the words. ''Nice hair'' he parroted, sitting there rubbing his hand gently. In all honesty it was kind of cool that her tail could to that, even though he knew that it signaled that he had taken it too far. He was trying to be friendly, or at least that's how he decided to define it in his head, but clearly she wasn't ready for him to be that touchy. He was man enough to admit when he was wrong, and the proper thing to do was apologize. Especially since he'd essentially scared her off of the couch, which was currently doubling as her bed. Come to think if this was technically her room.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He began. "I should've asked for permission again and I didn't. I know it's not alright to touch you without asking, and I'll do better in the future." He knew it was a poor apology. If she was a regular women she would be well within her rights to press charges or something, so he couldn't help but to feel shitty. Like a regular dirt bag. "You can have the couch, I can leave if you like?" He offered. Shifting off of his seat, and sort of awkwardly shuffling towards his room. It was pretty early to call it a day, heck they'd barley had dinner, but he didn't want to make himself a nuisance, or worse yet into some kind of creep. A part of him considered that it was his house, and she was essentially supposed to be only a pet, but that didn't feel right. She was almost human after all. At least, inside. It wasn't right to treat her like a toy, to treat her like his uncle had.

[User]
"Need eat." She eyed him suspiciously and then looked at the food he'd barely touched. It wasn't like she was trying to kick him out of his own home, she'd just been surprised at the touching and then moved in case he swung back. She hadn't hit him hard enough to draw blood with the pointed tip of her tail, but she had seen how he'd rubbed at his hand nonetheless. So why was he apologizing?

"Your home, can stay. Eat." She waved a hand in the general direction of his food before retrieving her own off the table and going back to eating. While she made no direct effort to return to the couch and settle in, she did continue to eat while her attention was divided between the screen and her apologetic host. Should she be apologizing for hitting him?

"Sorry. For hitting." Good enough, she supposed.

[Assistant]
Jonathan looked at Fey curiously, not sure why she was apologizing now. He'd been the one acting weirdly, and the slap from her tail had clearly been more of a warning then anything else. Still though, he supposed if she wanted him to stay it would be more awkward to just leave anyway. "OK... I guess I'll eat. You don't need to apologize though, it was my fault." He tried to assure her, letting go of his wrist finally before shifting back over to the small coffee table. He picked up the bowl of food cautiously before sitting on the floor a few from Fey. He knew that the couch was empty now, but it hardly seemed fair that he sat there while she had to sit on the hard floor.

They ate in silence for a few moments before be he broke it. "Riah" he said softly. "Riah ecin". He spoke, slowly repeating the words over. He was sure it must have been annoying for her to hear, but there was no way he was going to remember how to say the words without repeating them right after he was told them. Hopefully he wasn't butchering the language too badly. He glanced back at her, nervous that something he'd do might upset her again. His mind went back to the cat analogy, with the demon in his home being someone that merely tolerated his presence, less then someone someone who was happy for the company.

"How do you say tail?" He asked, glancing at her appendage that was now anxiously twitching behind her. Part of him wondered if he could learn to read her emotions from it, like a cat or a dog, before he decided that that line of thought was probably offensive.