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Kokuten hummed a happy tune as he started a little coffee brew from the small kitchenette Squad 35 had won in one of their past endeavours. The Captain had thought the whole paintball fiasco and the kitchnette itself were just rumors passed on by some bored individual. What could've only made this even better was the fact that all of the other Squads currently in the barrack were out on duty. Whatever few members of Squad 35 who decided to stay in the bunkroom had the entirity of their cramped living space to themselves. Yet, that's what brought on a strange feeling to Kokuten, the uncommon silence of the usually noisy room. As he waited for the coffee to brew, he considered what sort of path his life was leading to for him to consider silence unusual. Then again, it was the Cirrus.
Perhaps... I can take this blissful peace as a blessing... Thought the Captain, continuing his humming tune.
Serra walked into the Cirrus staff room talking to Claire. "And then the little shit said something like 'Daisuke Punch!' in a really bad accent and tried to hit me," she muttered with a shrug. "So, once he finished his idiot act, I nearly broke his arm and threw him across the hall."
Claire chuckled as she listened to Serra's account of what occured. "Across the hall huh? I don't know about that. You look pretty ah... well... I would think you more for feats of dexterity than ones of brute strength. But I will admit to not knowing where the 'daiwhatever punch' comes from. Is that some sort of inside joke between you two?"
"Nah, the kid was some Yamatai-phile, he loved trying to use Kyoto-ben as a commanding voice for attacks he thinks up on the fly, like he's some hero or something," Serra muttered. "I'm kinda glad that company died really. He was dangerous."
Completely oblivious to the conversation going on in the kitchenette, Method strode in wearing a pair of overalls and apparently nothing else. The front pocket was bulging with various small electronic parts and a small screwdriver. Method's reason for wearing such a skimpy outfit was clear - the straps of the overalls left her shoulders bare, and in doing so provided plenty of room for her robot arm to move as it wished. She made it all the way to the counter before realizing there were other people in the room, whereupon she turned and waved cheerfully to them. "Hi!"
"Good Morning, Method! You're looking plenty busy today!" Kokuten said brightly to the passing Freespacer, his eyes trying their hardest to stay focused on her face. He looked over at Claire and Serra, offering them both a warm smile and wave of standard, white coffee cup. "And good morning to you two as well, Miss Winters, Miss Evangelle." He nodded to each of them as he mentioned their names.
"Ah I see... You know, I should start watching the international news more often. I just miss these things that go on outside of Nepleslia. I mean, things that don't change galactic balance and all..." As her eyes flickered away from Serra and over to the newest freespacer of their team, her expression changed to one of incredulity. "Method? Where's the rest of your clothes, dear? You know Cassefin has fits when she sees us showing skin. Or metal... or whatever your outer shell consists of." The actual state of disrobe didn't seem to bother Claire that much at all, if she truly noted it beyond a possible breach in Cassefin's rules.
Serra turned to both wave to Kokuten and see Method. "Ah, yes," she said. "You should be wearing some more than that."
"It's comfortable," Method whined, her fleshy hand brushing over one lichen-spotted shoulder. "And the Administrator won't see! She never looks at me anyway!"
"You never know when she is, to be honest." Kokuten said in a more worried tone, "One second, you could feel totally safe with what you think is privacy. Then the next thing you know, Cassefin is confiscating your cigars!" The Captain sighed heavily, and checked his coffee.
"Cassefin is all about health, sir." Serra pipped in.
"Well, she can't act on EVERYTHING she observes, fortunately. We still do have some rights regarding private activities. She actually tried to confront me on that once. But she didn't have any evidence that didn't also prove that she was illegally spying on me." Claire folded her arms, feeling a little pride in her evasion of Cassefin's rules.
"Private activities? I was simply talking about smoking." Kokuten arched a brow at Claire, no indication of anything sly in his tone, "What exactly was she watching you do?"
"That reminds me!" the freespacer squeaked, holding a finger up in the air. "What's a blowjob?"
Kokuten blinked, his metalic eyelids clacking audibly, "Ah... a blowjob?"
Serra blinked as well. "A... A blowjob?"
Claire, instead of repeating what Method asked right back to her, laughed loudly as the rather awkward question hung in the air. When she finally got a breath, she asked "Method, dear... where did you hear this?"
"You were talking about it! About some boy, I think," Method clarified, hopping up on the counter and kicking her legs arrhythmically. Each toenail on her bare feet was painted a different color.
"Hrm, well... Ah... A blowjob? Well... hrm... It's basically where a person embibes a male sexual organ in their mouth repeatedly for the desired effect of ejaculation. At times, this is called fellatio, in more proper terms, but some of the time is simply called 'oral'." Kokuten explained in a rather 'expert' fashion, his hands seemingly acting out the process for her.
"That's... very technical of you sir." Serra said as she watched him do the motions. "I assume you learned this from a book?"
"No, she asked what blowjob was, I simply explained in the most thorough fashion I could," Kokuten shrugged.
"A book wouldn't suprise me, but maybe I taught him what it was, hm?" Claire smirked at Serra, not actually admitting to any such thing.
"...I have no idea what anything you just said means. Except 'person' and 'mouth.'" Method's claw scratched her head a few times, making a sandpapery noise on her shaven scalp.
"Ah? Really... Hm... Well, as simple as I can make it, it is where I would stick what is in my pants in someone elses mouth. Repeatedly." Kokuten explained to the freespacer in the best way he could.
"...your underwear?" The in-theory-redhead looked even more bewildered by what Kokuten thought was an explanation.
"You know, you could just show her what you mean, doctor. I mean, some people learn better with a hands-on approach, you know?" Claire suggested innocently.
"Not here Claire." Serra said. "Use a prop."
"A prop? To instruct someone in the explanation of fellatio?" Kokuten arched his brow at Serra.
"Would you rather be fired by Cassefin?" She shot back.
"Well, no! I just simply meant, what is this prop?" He shot right back.
"Well, find one of suitable size and shape and I'll show her, if it pleases you. Could be something in our kitchen." Claire offered.
"Purina sent us some fruit, so check the cooler, sir." Serra suggested.
Kokuten pointed at himself, with a questioning look on his face. He ran a hand through his hair for a moment, and then looked at the fridge. With a sigh, he walked on over and pulled open the door, checking it's contents. The first thing he spotted was a bowl filled with bananas. "Ah, this may do the trick..." The Captain said, picking up the banana, and then tossing it to Serra, closing the door as he did. "Here you go."
Serra caught the banana and looked from it to Kokuten, to Method then back to Kokuten. "Why me?"
"A banana? Tch.. how boring. But it'll do I suppose." Claire laughed when it landed in the hands of Serra, "Why not? Don't tell me you don't know how to give a blowjob, dear."
Serra glowered at Claire. "I may not be as skilled as you people, but I do know some things." She said before turning to Method. "Now Method, say 'Ahhh."
Method had been watching the proceedings with a growing expression of confusion, but she took to Serra's order readily, opening her small mouth and letting her tongue flop out. "Aaaah!"
"How cute, but be careful not to bite, dear. Don't want that tongue to be flopping around on the floor here."
Wasting no time, Serra placed the unpeeled banana between Methods lips. "Ok, now wrap your lips around this."
The freespacer followed the command once more, her lips wrapping around the banana. When she tasted it, though, she couldn't help but bite down, severing the bit of the fruit in her mouth from the whole. She chewed happily, her legs continuing to kick. "Banana!"
Serra pulled back the now smaller banana with teeth marks. "Um... Maybe something sturdier..."
Kokuten's eyes turned a pale orange color, which shifted into several different colors as he grabbed his own crotch. He cringed hard as she saw the Freespacer tear the banana in two, and imagining what would have become of the poor man who may be the first to show her. He hissed, and checked on his coffee.
"Ooh, that would hurt. Good thing we had a 'prop' eh?" Claire still laughed though, as the point seemed to be missed somewhat predictably. "Maybe we should try again with something less... edible?"
"Ah... actually..." The Captain said quietly, still not fully recovering from the experience. "I do have an idea..." He went back over to the fridge, and opened the door to look inside. "Now... Where is it?" he thought aloud as he rummaged through the icy container. At the very top, he found exactly what he was looking for, and was almost suprised he did. Out of the cold box, and now in his chilled metal hands, were two delectable looking pudding pops. Each stick was held tightly between his freezing fingers. He walked back over to Method and held both of them out to her. "Here, take one, and enjoy it naturally."
Claire, however, reached over and took one of the pudding pops. "Here, sweetie. Let me show you a couple things. Go ahead and take the other one."
"Eh!" Kokuten said, looking rather hurt as one of the frozen treats were taken from him. "That one was supposed to be mine!"
"Ah! I love those!" Method took the offered pudding pop happily and stuck the tip between her lips, sucking on it and dimpling her cheeks. Once it had been partially melted to her satisfaction, she licked up and down the sides.
Serra backed up and leaned on the kitchenette's counter, watching the events as they unfolded.
Kokuten joined Serra at the counter, pouring his coffee, and turning to watch the situation unfold. He took a sip of the warm java, waking him up a little more.
Claire watched Method with interest and smiled as she did so. "Actually, you're doing it very well. Here's the difference though, dear. Instead of a pudding pop, a blowjob is with a piece of a man's... well... body. If they ever offer it to you, you'll see. It's shaped very similar. Just don't bite it whatever you do." If Method confirmed that she heard Claire's advice, she would hand over the second pudding pop to the freespacer as a reward.
Method happily licked the pudding pop, occasionally pushing it into her mouth to collect the bits that had melted, swallowing them. Of course, she couldn't get them all, and little droplets of white occasionally dripped onto her chin, shoulders, and even onto the nearly washboard-flat chest that was hidden by the top flap of her overalls. She ate her frozen treat obliviously until Claire complimented her, which earned a big, sticky-white smile. "Thank you! But I don't think anybody likes me enough to give me their underwear."
Serra raised her hand up to her face and calmly covered her nose and mouth while watching the spacer.
Kokuten sipped his coffee, his eyes turning slowly from green to red. I'm starting to think... Should I be watching this?
"Oh I'm sure someone will someday, don't you worry. But men have an extra treat behind their underwear. Something you'll have to see for yourself. Until then, practice on these. Get real good at it and you can make someone very happy!" Claire smiled warmly at her newest project.
If anyone bothered to glance at her, they would notice some blood slowly trickling between Serra`s first and middle fingers.
"Serra?" Kokuten said quietly, setting his coffee down, his eyes returning back to green. "Are you alright? You look like you're having an anuerysm..."
"Ib find."Serra said, apparently pinching her nose. "Id'bs jusb a noos breed."
"I like happy!" Method finished her first pudding pop, licking the stick clean of any remnants, then put it neatly beside her, perfectly perpendicular to the edge of the counter. She gazed at the other pop still in Claire's hand. "...can I have that one too?"
"Of course! I've been offering it to you for a little while now. Go right ahead dear. REALLY enjoy this one."
The roboticist grabbed up her reward and crammed it into her mouth with absolutely no fanfare. "Huurgnh."
"Oh my... how messy. I guess we'll be needing to buy more of these aren't we?" Claire chuckled again, knowing exactly what she was doing and loving it. "So does this answer your question?"
"Ah..." Kokuten said, catching sight of the girl shoving the dessert stick in her mouth. His face turned red for a moment, averting his eyes slightly. She's only eating it, not like she knows what she's doing.
"Wha kweshun?" Method gurgled around the pudding pop.
"Ha ha ha.... exactly, my dear. Exactly."
Kokuten hummed a happy tune as he started a little coffee brew from the small kitchenette Squad 35 had won in one of their past endeavours. The Captain had thought the whole paintball fiasco and the kitchnette itself were just rumors passed on by some bored individual. What could've only made this even better was the fact that all of the other Squads currently in the barrack were out on duty. Whatever few members of Squad 35 who decided to stay in the bunkroom had the entirity of their cramped living space to themselves. Yet, that's what brought on a strange feeling to Kokuten, the uncommon silence of the usually noisy room. As he waited for the coffee to brew, he considered what sort of path his life was leading to for him to consider silence unusual. Then again, it was the Cirrus.
Perhaps... I can take this blissful peace as a blessing... Thought the Captain, continuing his humming tune.
Serra walked into the Cirrus staff room talking to Claire. "And then the little shit said something like 'Daisuke Punch!' in a really bad accent and tried to hit me," she muttered with a shrug. "So, once he finished his idiot act, I nearly broke his arm and threw him across the hall."
Claire chuckled as she listened to Serra's account of what occured. "Across the hall huh? I don't know about that. You look pretty ah... well... I would think you more for feats of dexterity than ones of brute strength. But I will admit to not knowing where the 'daiwhatever punch' comes from. Is that some sort of inside joke between you two?"
"Nah, the kid was some Yamatai-phile, he loved trying to use Kyoto-ben as a commanding voice for attacks he thinks up on the fly, like he's some hero or something," Serra muttered. "I'm kinda glad that company died really. He was dangerous."
Completely oblivious to the conversation going on in the kitchenette, Method strode in wearing a pair of overalls and apparently nothing else. The front pocket was bulging with various small electronic parts and a small screwdriver. Method's reason for wearing such a skimpy outfit was clear - the straps of the overalls left her shoulders bare, and in doing so provided plenty of room for her robot arm to move as it wished. She made it all the way to the counter before realizing there were other people in the room, whereupon she turned and waved cheerfully to them. "Hi!"
"Good Morning, Method! You're looking plenty busy today!" Kokuten said brightly to the passing Freespacer, his eyes trying their hardest to stay focused on her face. He looked over at Claire and Serra, offering them both a warm smile and wave of standard, white coffee cup. "And good morning to you two as well, Miss Winters, Miss Evangelle." He nodded to each of them as he mentioned their names.
"Ah I see... You know, I should start watching the international news more often. I just miss these things that go on outside of Nepleslia. I mean, things that don't change galactic balance and all..." As her eyes flickered away from Serra and over to the newest freespacer of their team, her expression changed to one of incredulity. "Method? Where's the rest of your clothes, dear? You know Cassefin has fits when she sees us showing skin. Or metal... or whatever your outer shell consists of." The actual state of disrobe didn't seem to bother Claire that much at all, if she truly noted it beyond a possible breach in Cassefin's rules.
Serra turned to both wave to Kokuten and see Method. "Ah, yes," she said. "You should be wearing some more than that."
"It's comfortable," Method whined, her fleshy hand brushing over one lichen-spotted shoulder. "And the Administrator won't see! She never looks at me anyway!"
"You never know when she is, to be honest." Kokuten said in a more worried tone, "One second, you could feel totally safe with what you think is privacy. Then the next thing you know, Cassefin is confiscating your cigars!" The Captain sighed heavily, and checked his coffee.
"Cassefin is all about health, sir." Serra pipped in.
"Well, she can't act on EVERYTHING she observes, fortunately. We still do have some rights regarding private activities. She actually tried to confront me on that once. But she didn't have any evidence that didn't also prove that she was illegally spying on me." Claire folded her arms, feeling a little pride in her evasion of Cassefin's rules.
"Private activities? I was simply talking about smoking." Kokuten arched a brow at Claire, no indication of anything sly in his tone, "What exactly was she watching you do?"
"That reminds me!" the freespacer squeaked, holding a finger up in the air. "What's a blowjob?"
Kokuten blinked, his metalic eyelids clacking audibly, "Ah... a blowjob?"
Serra blinked as well. "A... A blowjob?"
Claire, instead of repeating what Method asked right back to her, laughed loudly as the rather awkward question hung in the air. When she finally got a breath, she asked "Method, dear... where did you hear this?"
"You were talking about it! About some boy, I think," Method clarified, hopping up on the counter and kicking her legs arrhythmically. Each toenail on her bare feet was painted a different color.
"Hrm, well... Ah... A blowjob? Well... hrm... It's basically where a person embibes a male sexual organ in their mouth repeatedly for the desired effect of ejaculation. At times, this is called fellatio, in more proper terms, but some of the time is simply called 'oral'." Kokuten explained in a rather 'expert' fashion, his hands seemingly acting out the process for her.
"That's... very technical of you sir." Serra said as she watched him do the motions. "I assume you learned this from a book?"
"No, she asked what blowjob was, I simply explained in the most thorough fashion I could," Kokuten shrugged.
"A book wouldn't suprise me, but maybe I taught him what it was, hm?" Claire smirked at Serra, not actually admitting to any such thing.
"...I have no idea what anything you just said means. Except 'person' and 'mouth.'" Method's claw scratched her head a few times, making a sandpapery noise on her shaven scalp.
"Ah? Really... Hm... Well, as simple as I can make it, it is where I would stick what is in my pants in someone elses mouth. Repeatedly." Kokuten explained to the freespacer in the best way he could.
"...your underwear?" The in-theory-redhead looked even more bewildered by what Kokuten thought was an explanation.
"You know, you could just show her what you mean, doctor. I mean, some people learn better with a hands-on approach, you know?" Claire suggested innocently.
"Not here Claire." Serra said. "Use a prop."
"A prop? To instruct someone in the explanation of fellatio?" Kokuten arched his brow at Serra.
"Would you rather be fired by Cassefin?" She shot back.
"Well, no! I just simply meant, what is this prop?" He shot right back.
"Well, find one of suitable size and shape and I'll show her, if it pleases you. Could be something in our kitchen." Claire offered.
"Purina sent us some fruit, so check the cooler, sir." Serra suggested.
Kokuten pointed at himself, with a questioning look on his face. He ran a hand through his hair for a moment, and then looked at the fridge. With a sigh, he walked on over and pulled open the door, checking it's contents. The first thing he spotted was a bowl filled with bananas. "Ah, this may do the trick..." The Captain said, picking up the banana, and then tossing it to Serra, closing the door as he did. "Here you go."
Serra caught the banana and looked from it to Kokuten, to Method then back to Kokuten. "Why me?"
"A banana? Tch.. how boring. But it'll do I suppose." Claire laughed when it landed in the hands of Serra, "Why not? Don't tell me you don't know how to give a blowjob, dear."
Serra glowered at Claire. "I may not be as skilled as you people, but I do know some things." She said before turning to Method. "Now Method, say 'Ahhh."
Method had been watching the proceedings with a growing expression of confusion, but she took to Serra's order readily, opening her small mouth and letting her tongue flop out. "Aaaah!"
"How cute, but be careful not to bite, dear. Don't want that tongue to be flopping around on the floor here."
Wasting no time, Serra placed the unpeeled banana between Methods lips. "Ok, now wrap your lips around this."
The freespacer followed the command once more, her lips wrapping around the banana. When she tasted it, though, she couldn't help but bite down, severing the bit of the fruit in her mouth from the whole. She chewed happily, her legs continuing to kick. "Banana!"
Serra pulled back the now smaller banana with teeth marks. "Um... Maybe something sturdier..."
Kokuten's eyes turned a pale orange color, which shifted into several different colors as he grabbed his own crotch. He cringed hard as she saw the Freespacer tear the banana in two, and imagining what would have become of the poor man who may be the first to show her. He hissed, and checked on his coffee.
"Ooh, that would hurt. Good thing we had a 'prop' eh?" Claire still laughed though, as the point seemed to be missed somewhat predictably. "Maybe we should try again with something less... edible?"
"Ah... actually..." The Captain said quietly, still not fully recovering from the experience. "I do have an idea..." He went back over to the fridge, and opened the door to look inside. "Now... Where is it?" he thought aloud as he rummaged through the icy container. At the very top, he found exactly what he was looking for, and was almost suprised he did. Out of the cold box, and now in his chilled metal hands, were two delectable looking pudding pops. Each stick was held tightly between his freezing fingers. He walked back over to Method and held both of them out to her. "Here, take one, and enjoy it naturally."
Claire, however, reached over and took one of the pudding pops. "Here, sweetie. Let me show you a couple things. Go ahead and take the other one."
"Eh!" Kokuten said, looking rather hurt as one of the frozen treats were taken from him. "That one was supposed to be mine!"
"Ah! I love those!" Method took the offered pudding pop happily and stuck the tip between her lips, sucking on it and dimpling her cheeks. Once it had been partially melted to her satisfaction, she licked up and down the sides.
Serra backed up and leaned on the kitchenette's counter, watching the events as they unfolded.
Kokuten joined Serra at the counter, pouring his coffee, and turning to watch the situation unfold. He took a sip of the warm java, waking him up a little more.
Claire watched Method with interest and smiled as she did so. "Actually, you're doing it very well. Here's the difference though, dear. Instead of a pudding pop, a blowjob is with a piece of a man's... well... body. If they ever offer it to you, you'll see. It's shaped very similar. Just don't bite it whatever you do." If Method confirmed that she heard Claire's advice, she would hand over the second pudding pop to the freespacer as a reward.
Method happily licked the pudding pop, occasionally pushing it into her mouth to collect the bits that had melted, swallowing them. Of course, she couldn't get them all, and little droplets of white occasionally dripped onto her chin, shoulders, and even onto the nearly washboard-flat chest that was hidden by the top flap of her overalls. She ate her frozen treat obliviously until Claire complimented her, which earned a big, sticky-white smile. "Thank you! But I don't think anybody likes me enough to give me their underwear."
Serra raised her hand up to her face and calmly covered her nose and mouth while watching the spacer.
Kokuten sipped his coffee, his eyes turning slowly from green to red. I'm starting to think... Should I be watching this?
"Oh I'm sure someone will someday, don't you worry. But men have an extra treat behind their underwear. Something you'll have to see for yourself. Until then, practice on these. Get real good at it and you can make someone very happy!" Claire smiled warmly at her newest project.
If anyone bothered to glance at her, they would notice some blood slowly trickling between Serra`s first and middle fingers.
"Serra?" Kokuten said quietly, setting his coffee down, his eyes returning back to green. "Are you alright? You look like you're having an anuerysm..."
"Ib find."Serra said, apparently pinching her nose. "Id'bs jusb a noos breed."
"I like happy!" Method finished her first pudding pop, licking the stick clean of any remnants, then put it neatly beside her, perfectly perpendicular to the edge of the counter. She gazed at the other pop still in Claire's hand. "...can I have that one too?"
"Of course! I've been offering it to you for a little while now. Go right ahead dear. REALLY enjoy this one."
The roboticist grabbed up her reward and crammed it into her mouth with absolutely no fanfare. "Huurgnh."
"Oh my... how messy. I guess we'll be needing to buy more of these aren't we?" Claire chuckled again, knowing exactly what she was doing and loving it. "So does this answer your question?"
"Ah..." Kokuten said, catching sight of the girl shoving the dessert stick in her mouth. His face turned red for a moment, averting his eyes slightly. She's only eating it, not like she knows what she's doing.
"Wha kweshun?" Method gurgled around the pudding pop.
"Ha ha ha.... exactly, my dear. Exactly."
