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Jak & Daxter: Safety

Chapter 3

By Tempo & Sillyneko

Note: This is set after Jak X.

Tess and Daxter decide how best to help Jak cope with his new ottsel body.

~ ~ ~

Since his unwilling transformation, Jak had a hard time stomping. His new body, now roughly the same weight as one of his old boots, just didn't have the mass required for a good stomp. But Jak, being Jak, still did his best. So when Daxter heard the tell-tale slam of the saloon's back door and the subsequent 'click-click-click-click' of irritated claws on the hardwood, his hand stilled on a bottle mid-pour.

"Hey, Jakkie-boy." He cast a glance over his shoulder. "You're back early. How'd the powwow go?"

Unintelligible grumbling was the answer he got as Jak stalked by, below the level of the bar, ears back to their extreme.

"That bad, huh?" Daxter threw his rag into a basket of others destined for the laundry. He paced down the length of the shelf and easily made the hop to the end of the bar. "Gonna tell me what happened to make you all snarly, or do I get to spend the rest of the evening guessin'?" He lay down on the polished wood directly above where Jak had come to a stop and peered over the edge.

The green-blonde ottsel below pulled off his scarf, growling a little under his breath. "The whole thing was pointless. I never should have gone. I knew it was a bad idea. No one takes me seriously anymore!"

Daxter's ears drooped. He had hoped his friend would feel better after Keira modified the jetboard for ottsel-sized feet, if he got the mobility back to resume some of his normal activities. But it seemed like Jak was still having trouble adjusting.

"Tattooed Wonder give ya trouble?" Daxter gave a sympathetic look, already knowing the answer.

"Who? Torn? The ass wouldn't stop laughing." Jak grumbled, folding his scarf down into a more manageable parcel. "We were trying to talk about the possibility of Jinx and his crew demolishing some of the worst areas of the remaining slums so they can call in contractors and start rebuilding. Get those people somewhere livable to call home. Clean up what's left of the palace, turn it into something useful. Make the city better. And every time I started to say something, he started laughing."

The ottsel on the bar slapped a palm over his eyes. Way to show support for a pal in a hard spot, Torn. "Well, what about Jinx? He didn't laugh at ya, did he?"

"No." Jak's claws dug into the fabric he held, insult and exasperation clear in his voice. "He tried to pet me! 'Don't worry, Goldilocks, yer just as cute with a fur coat!'" He mocked the accent and wrung the scarf ball. "So I bit him."

A deep groan slumped Daxter limp against the bar. "Of course ya did." His ears perked as Jak began to skulk away. "Where're you goin'?"

"To the roof to air out. My fur smells like Jinx's cigars." Jak trudged up the stairs and out of sight. A moment later, the roof door closed with a somehow dejected click. Better than the slam from earlier, but by a narrow margin.

Alone downstairs, the orange ottsel heaved a resigned sigh and spun a barstool with his toe. Jak never had it easy.

~ ~ ~

Tess pulled the laundry from the clothesline. As she struggled with the overlarge clothespins, she wondered how the Precursors dried their clothes. Tumble dryers seemed a little low-tech for a species that lived on spaceships. Then again, the pants they gave Daxter shed water and dirt like a lotus petal; maybe they never had to wash anything.

A green-tinged ottsel sulked upstairs and onto the roof.

"Hey Jak!" She folded the last of the towels and placed it in the basket, then started hanging wet clothes out to dry. "You got some mail from the Gun Upgrade of the Month Club. I may have peeked through it already."

"Not like I can use any of it anyway." Sad blue eyes surveyed his delicate paws. "Why're you washing clothes up here? There's a laundromat just down the block." He jerked his thumb to the wide concrete building.

"Daxter refuses to use washing machines--he's afraid his clothes will end up wherever lost socks go." She pinned another dripping neoprene top to the line. "And he may have gotten thrown in with the delicates once."

A laugh burst through Jak's doldrums. He crossed his arms over the napkin toga. "Dax never mentioned that."

"I had some pretty colorful undergarments as a human, so I didn't notice him in dozing on the hamper..." She offered a guilty shrug. "Poor little guy."

He fished another garment out of the pile and pinned it in place, lending a helping paw. "He was okay, though?"

"Being little and adorable doesn't mean we're not tough." She waved a pair of jean shorts at him. "I doubt the Precursors would've lasted this long if they were a bunch of fragile whiskered princesses. And Daxter tipped the balance of power in the Universe--with your help."

"Too bad nobody else sees this as world-saving material." He swept a paw down his slinky orange form. "Not used to getting laughed at. I don't like it."

She considering asking for details, but the slump of his shoulders made her change the topic. "My parents weren't sure what to think of my transformation, especially once it came out I was a god now. Then I had to clarify we're actually super-advanced aliens who built the planet."

Jak shrugged at the opening to the ancient tunnels beneath the fallen palace. "Well, mostly built."

"Anyway, they already knew I was dating Daxter, so this wasn't the first bombshell I'd dropped." Tess grinned, whiskers fanning out cutely as she wrinkled her button nose. "Still get weird looks from some of my other relatives, but who cares? I'm dating the guy who saved the planet."

"Your parents must be pretty easygoing. I just had grumpy old Samos and an adopted uncle who fancied himself an adventurer."

"I guess it rubbed off on you." She giggled. "But yeah, my parents are pretty great. I learned everything I know from my family. Except how to be an ottsel, of course. It's too bad we're pretty much flying blind in that area--wish we'd thought to ask the Precursors more questions."

Jak shrugged philosophically. "They have to come back sometime. With you and Dax dating, they've basically started a colony here."

"A colony with fifty-percent population growth last week." She nuzzled between the hanging garments to smirk at him.

"Yeah, they'd be surprised about that." Amusement at picturing their reactions was immediately countered by a much more sobering line of thought. "Assuming the world isn't a smoking crater when they get back."

"You put too much pressure on yourself, Jak. Let someone else worry once in a while."

With a groan, he closed his eyes. "That hasn't worked out for me in the past."

"Is it really the end of the world if people aren't asking you to solve every problem the city has anymore?" She hung up the last of the garments: a rather dainty pair of briefs in sky-blue and gold.

"It is if the world starts ending again." The weight of his worries returned, slumping him down atop the square of fake sod Daxter had installed. He stared through the dangling undergarments with grim preoccupation.

With a roll of her eyes, Tess tipped the wash water down a rain gutter and patted Jak on the shoulder. Only after securing a small smile from him did she pad back downstairs with the basket of fresh towels.

~ ~ ~

Daxter sat up on the bar and pondered. His best friend was upset. As always, as it had been since they were human kiddos knee high to a grasshopper, it was his duty to cheer Jak up. He had to do something to pull the other ottsel out of the funk he saw him settling into. But what?

He was still pondering a minute later when Tess wandered down, waddling slightly under the load of a small laundry basket stacked high with fresh bar rags. She always had a sexy waddle, the kind that swayed her tail just above the floor thanks to that firm butt.

"Hey, snookums!" She brightened at the sight of him. "Just left Jak on the roof. He seems a little down."

Obligingly, he scampered over to unlatch the bottom half of the stable door that allowed easy access behind the bar. "Yep. The hero has entered the building."

Tess put her basket down and began to stack the clean rags in their place under the bar. "I wanted to ask him how the meeting went, but now didn't seem like the time."

Daxter winced. "You might wanna think twice about askin' that, angel-cheeks."

She dropped a rag back into the basket and looked up at him with mild concern. "Why? Did something happen? Renovating the poorer areas sounded like a great idea for the city."

"Oh, you know. Nobody took the talking rodent's input seriously, Torn laughed at him, and he bit Jinx for trying to pet him." He rolled his eyes. "The usual."

"Yeah, I heard about the laughing part. Poor Jak..." Tess frowned, thoughtfully refolding her rag. "I know how he feels. We know how he feels. There will always be people who don't think we're people. I just hope our friends adjust to him being an ottsel and start treating him normally before he really gets down on himself." She looked back up at Daxter. "Do you think we should talk to him about biting, once he's feeling better? That doesn't exactly make a good case for ottsels as civilized, respectable citizens."

Daxter had to grin. "No, but it does make an excellent case for Jakkie-boy bein' a badass, no matter what shape he's in!"

"You're not helping." Her tone scolded, but she couldn't suppress a smile.

Struck with sudden inspiration, Daxter grabbed a bottle of tequila off the shelf. "Maybe not. But I got an idea that just might. Do we have any of those cute little paper umbrellas left...?"

~ ~ ~

Half an hour later, Daxter tramped up the stairs with a tray of fruity drinks. It had been more years than he could remember since he had thought twice about barging in on Jak. Their friendship was like one of those big, sweaty saunas where everybody just lounged around naked scratching themselves; no need for formalities. So he was whistling happily when he kicked open the bathroom door a few minutes later, drink tray balanced precariously on one hand. "Oh, Jakkie-boy! I brought ya a little somethin' somethin' to perk ya up!"

It took a few moments, but a damp, green-spiked head finally peeked over the edge of the tub. "Is a little privacy really too much to ask?" Jak grumbled, ears back and an unconscious pout firmly in place.

Daxter sat the tray on the clothes hamper with a flourish. "It is when all you're doin' is sulking. Sulking doesn't do anybody any good."

The pout deepened. "I am not sulking."

"Sure, you're not sulking. You've just suddenly gone semi-aquatic for your health." Unconcernedly, he dropped his pants to the tile floor.

A green eyebrow rose. "Tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing."

"If you think I'm comin' in, then I'm doin' exactly what you think I'm doin'." His tiny fists propped on wide hips. "A party for one is a lame, lame party, Jakkie-babe."

"There is no party! I'm trying to--"

"There are umbrella drinks, Jak." Dax swept a paw at the multicolored beverages. "Your argument is invalid." His smile gleamed with charm as he grabbed two of the aforementioned drinks. "Now, do you want a daiquiri or a margarita?"

Jak gaped. His mouth opened, then closed, the green fuzz of his goatee dripping on the enamel. Then he laughed. It started out a startled chuckle, rumbling in his chest, and rose to an honest, continuous laugh as he slipped back below the edge of the tub.

Concerned, Daxter peeked over the side. "Jak? Are you drowning? Are you hysterical? Are you drowning and hysterical?"

The green-tinged ottsel had flopped limply against the back of the tub, shaking with laughter that rippled the water around him. "I have officially lost control of my life," he panted out between gasps. His tail swished through mounds of bubbles in his mirth, further churning them to frothy foam.

Daxter grinned back. "Oh, is that all? That's a relief. Here, take this drink; I need both hands to get in if you don't want me fallin' on ya."

~ ~ ~

As Jak regained enough composure to stand back up and accept the drinks, a polite knock tapped at the door.

Tess's head poked into view. "So, I heard there was a party in here?"

Jak froze in surprise, and for a moment Daxter was afraid that he would protest Tess's involvement. But his hackles went down almost immediately as he took the umbrella-topped glasses. "Apparently this is the place to be." He gave a chuckle of surrender.

The door opened further and Tess shimmied in, carrying a large bowl and wearing a small bikini.

Jak stared. Somehow, her being clothed made him feel even more naked.

Daxter let loose a long, low whistle. "Lookin' good, Tessie-kins. I was wonderin' when you'd wear that little number."

She grinned and spun obligingly, showing off sleek curves encompassed by pink polyester. "I'm still holding out hope for a community pool when the citywide renovations are done. Ashelin has my list of requests."

The greenish ottsel ticked through a list of questions but settled on: "Where did you even find a swimsuit your size?"

"The little girls' section, of course," Tess giggled. "Believe me, it wasn't easy. It took a while to find one that didn't have cartoon characters on it."

Ever the gentleottsel, Dax held Tess's serving bowl as she slipped over the lip of the tub. Jak, still looking a bit flustered but now more used to being seen pants-less, watched from the bottom of the tub. Another pass of the bowl, a quick hop, and all three ottsels settled into the warm water.

Daxter stretched, toes curling against the warm enamel as his slinky length spanned the width of the tub. "Aaahh. This is the life. Lovely lady, best pal, tasty refreshments, and our own private hot tub. What could be better?"

Jak, reclining near the faucet, eyed the plastic bowl as it eddied by. "Are those grapes?"

"Mm-hmm!" Tess swiped a handful as they floated past. "We used to use pretzels, but grapes are waterproof and compliment the drinks."

"This is a normal thing for you two, isn't it?"

"Shh, Jak." Daxter reached over and planted a damp hand over the green-tinged ottsel's muzzle. "Shhhh. No more questions. Only umbrella drinks now." He took a long sip of his piña colada, ears quivering in delight at the combined punch of alcohol and brain freeze. "Now that's the stuff! Tessy, how doable ya think a grape colada smoothie is?"

Jak shook off the encumbering hand, rolled his eyes amiably, and, with a shrug of resignation, latched onto his own straw and sipped.

The female ottsel, meanwhile, replied only with a interested smile, as if curious to see where this would go.

~ ~ ~

An hour into the ottsel bath, the drink tray lay empty on the sink. The bath mat, however, boasted a small forest of empty stemware and wet paper umbrellas. The tub sat half-full of water and quite full of ottsels.

A pleasant buzz hummed through Tess's body as she engaged in general horseplay with the other ottsels. The tub squeaked under her paw pads. "Lurker shark!" She shrieked, scampering behind Jak with a splash of tub water and bubbles. "Save me, Jak!"

It was too late. Daxter eeled smoothly through the water, bright pink bikini bottoms dangling from his toothy, triumphant grin. "Grrr, baby."

Jak sloshed with a woozy laugh, one hand over his eyes. "Dax, I realize you don't have any modesty anymore, but Tess still might." He wobbled, paws sliding apart under the water on slick bathtub enamel. "Guys, I... I think I might be a little drunk."

The female ottsel covered herself with one hand as she tried to snatch the garment back with the other. "Less height means less body mass, so you get drunk on less booze."

"Ugh..." He sat down through a pile of bubbles. "That makes sense."

The shorter ottsel crossed his dripping arms. "Anything'd make sense to you right about now, Jak-o."

Tess ducked out of her bikini top. "I guess there's not much point in wearing this anymore..." She stretched it and shot it at her boyfriend. The streak of pink glanced off the rim of the tub and sailed away.

Ears dropping, Jak blushed.

"Don't worry, Jak; we're all fuzzy here." Water dribbled off Daxter's pelt as he stood. He patted his buddy on the shoulder with the bikini bottoms. "No need to be shy."

Eye-level with his best friend's junk, the green-tinged ottsel looked everywhere but sideways. "I-I guess..."

Dax swept a grandiose gesture. "I declare this bathtub an ottsel nudity preserve!" The momentum of his sweep threw off already questionable balance, toppling him into Jak's lap.

Ears flicked even lower, Jak tried to help his friend up.

The shorter ottsel snaked around and put him in a headlock. "Gotcha now!"

"Hey!" Jak fumbled at prying his ambusher's arms loose, then failed at ducking free.

Dax rode out his friend's efforts. "Ya know, I bet I'm more than a match for Jak now that he's lost his hundred-pound advantage."

The boys rolled around, tails and paws flying everywhere. Jak, despite his best efforts, was flung around like a wet towel, having no idea how to get leverage with his lithe new body.

With a giggle, Tess tackled both and pinned them to the floor of the tub, face-down. She grinned at their stunned, squirming forms, their eartips peeking above the bubbles like periscopes. "Guess I win."

Daxter squirmed up to dunk her in return. "You may be gorgeous, but you're not gettin' away with that! Rawr!"

They tumbled back, giggling, and bumped the shampoo caddy. Bottles clattered on a shelf above. With a plastic clatter, one tipped to glop thick pink ooze on Jak's exposed back.

"Ugh!" The slimed mustelid rolled over, only spreading the soap to his exposed stomach fur. He tried to shake the goo off his paws, to no avail. "What the heck?"

The blonde ottsel just shook her head. "It's just bubble-bath. C'mon." She dragged him under the faucet and turned it on.

There was an attempt at objection, but it came out as a gargle as the water rushed over Jak.

The ottsel couple scritched the soap out of his fur. As they itched their way through his pelt, he fought a losing battle against his foot-thump reflex.

Jak laughed, teetering between pleasure and tickles. Another reflex, less acceptable for public display, poked pink from his sheath. "Guys! Quit it! C'mon..."

Daxter slipped into drunken nuzzles against his friend's neck. Water coursed over them both, beading off their waterproof pelts.

Giggling too, the greenish ottsel offered only feigned resistance, eyes half closed, ears relaxed. He didn't seem to notice an orange paw drifting lower and lower down his stomach.

Tess's heartbeat sped as she watched her boyfriend put the moves on their best friend. Cold nerves battled the heat radiating from her crotch. While seeing him loosened up had been the plan, she didn't want them to be a source of hung-over regret the next morning. A little caution might be called for.

Dax flashed her a broad grin, to which she replied with a cautioning look. A small pout tinged his drunken revelry, but he did deign to stop tickling Jak.

Her cautions aside, she couldn't say she blamed him. Seeing Jak enjoying himself under her paws left her a little hot under the fur too. She shook her head with a fond sigh. "Maybe we should move the party to dry ground, boys." It wasn't likely that an ottsel, no matter how inebriated, would drown in six inches of bathwater, but she knew enough of their misadventures that tempting fate seemed unwise.

Still a little giddy, Jak stood, unaware of his lingering half-erection, and leaned against the wall of the bath. "Yeah, probably a good idea."

As they pulled the plug and abandoned tub, Tess scooped up the paper umbrellas and tossed them in the trash. Daxter could be a sweetheart, but he had a blind spot for litter.

Climbing over the edge of the bath, Jak tried to sound serious, but couldn't stop smiling. "That was actually pretty fun, guys. Thanks."

Dripping on the bathmat, Dax grabbed some hand towels and smirked up at him. "Sure, bud."

Tess's mouth, without permission, added, "I'm happy to roll around naked with you two any time."

With a startled squeak, Jak fell from the lip of the tub. He landed on the bath mat with a graceful squelch. A moment later he had burritoed himself in a towel with a frantic harrumph. "I-- Uh-- I think I need some sleep!" He saw himself out and padded quickly down the hall in a heroic retreat.

As Daxter snickered, Tess clapped a paw to her headband, which she'd forgotten to take off. "Remind me to remember how shy that boy can be."

Toweling off, they followed, just to see that he didn't fall out a window or something.

Though he couldn't quite make the trek in a straight line, Jak managed to climb into the bed the three of them now shared six nights out of seven. Tired and boozed up as he was, the newest ottsel addition seemed to conk out before his damp ears hit the pillow.

The couple watched from the doorway with satisfaction.

Dax snickered. "Aww, he's like a little drunken angel."

Tail tracing the floorboards, Tess leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You should apologize for trying to fondle your drunk friend right in front of me."

He crossed his arms as she shut the door. "I might, if I'd been the only one fondling, and if I couldn't smell how much you liked it."

Leaving Jak to his slumber, they crept away. While it was a real joy to have Jak around on a permanent basis, times alone had become few and far between. With the hero down for the count, they had a perfect excuse to weasel away for a few stolen moments.

Tess, tipsy but not quite tired, smoothed her boyfriend's damp fur as they padded into her drawing room. "It was adorable how Jak refused to sneak a peek."

Daxter staggered a little, leaning on her. "A compunction I never had, babe."

She smirked in the dim room. "Daxxy-poo, I never would've guessed."

"Sure! I've showered with the guy plenty of times, when we're crunched for time and hot water. Ottsels take up very little shower space." His orange paws hovered inches apart. "And lemme tell you: Jak's quite the guy to look up to." He grinned, spreading his paws further. "I've gotten more than an eyeful."

"You're lucky you didn't get an eyeful of soap." She elbowed her lover. "You would've deserved it."

"Not like I was polishing the ol' ottsel blaster in front of him or anything. Not that Jak ever looked down to see. But I snuck a peek or two... " Flopping backward onto the battered cushion, he smirked up at her."...every time."

"Oh Daxter, you're a scoundrel." She slunk atop his slinky orange form, nose to nose.

"You know it, babe." Quick kisses bubbled between them.

Her paw curled around his sheath, stroking supple skin over stiffening shaft. "Mmmmm... Someone's turned on. All this from rolling around in the bath with Jak?"

He made a tiny grunt of affirmation. His shaft thickened in her paw, poking into the night air, a hairsbreadth from her slit.

"I can't say I minded... Ohhh, that feels good." She brushed his tip along her tender folds, still wet from the bath. "Wanna be in me?"

He nuzzled close and nibbled her whiskers. His cock throbbed larger with each heartbeat, teasing hot, slick flesh. "Do ya want me in you?"

A pleasured breath eased from her muzzle. "Mmmhmm..."

Her lover gave a soft grunt as his hardness pressed to her. "Oh yeah..." With the slightest roll of his hips, the sleek head of his cock pressed to her entrance.

Her hips rocked as she sunk down on him. That hot girth slipped into her, so much larger than that first time. Well, to be exact, she'd shrunk. Either way, he felt amazing inside her. Eagerness bounced her along his length.

Daxter bucked up into her. His delicate orbs bounced against the base of her tail. His own tail thumped the floorboards, adding just a little more power to his thrusts.

Her fuzzy fingertips rubbed her clit against his stiffness, stroking the hood back and forth. Tension built within her, gathering with delightful tension around that thrusting cock. With a giddy giggle, she squeezed him hard, bouncing harder.

Gasping her name, he grabbed her hips and thrust with urgent fervor. Pulse after pulse of ottsel seed spurted along her walls. Every surge of heat painted her with pleasure.

Fingers trembling on her clit, Tess shuddered above her lover. Slick juices soaked their crotch fur. Under her, Daxter twitched as the final spurts of his orgasm seeped warm against her walls. Moonlight and streetlights shone silver through the window, swathing them in their afterglow.

Since becoming an ottsel, she seemed to come really easily. She wondered if all ottsels worked that way, or if she still wasn't used to the sensations of this new body. With a lovely, lingering slide, she pulled off him and rolled to his side.

Daxter flopped down, sticky and panting on the bean bag chair beside her. His shaft shone in the dim light, their passion reflected in the streetlight through the window.

Catching her breath, she ran a paw through his chest fluff to feel his heartbeat. "Mmmm. Somebody was a little riled up from bath time. I should make sure you see Jak naked more often."

He rolled his eyes. "It's nice havin' the guy around all the time, but sex sure would be easier if we didn't have to go sneakin' around."

"It's good to keep an eye on him." She patted his arm. "Turning into an ottsel can be tough."

Daxter groaned and scooted off the wet spot they'd left on the fabric. "That, and we need to make sure he doesn't try to do anything that will blatantly, obviously get himself killed because he's a stubborn jerk."

"I worry about him too." She brushed a lock of hair back. "It was good to see him laugh."

"Yeah, I haven't seen him that happy in a while."

She rolled leisurely beside him. The cool of evaporation felt wonderful after their frantic lovemaking. While she liked her new body overall, she sometimes missed having her whole body sweat, instead of just her paw pads. "It's a big change, turning into an ottsel."

He leaned back on the cushion, hands behind his head. "I handled it quite well."

"Jak told me how you freaked out, sweetums." Her paw patted his stomach. "Not that I blame you. You were the first one, after all. At least I had you to show me how fun being an ottsel can be."

A moment passed in silence between them.

"You want to show him how fun it can be too, don't you?"

He blinked at her, furry face radiating faux-innocence. "Isn't that what we just did?"

Her eyes narrowed playfully. "You know what I mean."

"Only if you want to, babe." He shrugged, breaking eye contact to glance away almost bashfully. "Like I said, I had a thing for the guy when we were teenagers and that hasn't exactly gone away. Doubt it ever will."

"Oh, so it's my choice?"

"Lemme put it this way: I already got a best friend who'd risk his neck for me in a heartbeat and a sexy girlfriend I adore. Why would I screw with that unless we're sure about it?"

Snuggling closer, she giggled into his shoulder. "I don't know if the ladies of Haven City would forgive me for snapping up two hunky gentlemen."

He counter-snuggled, curling his tail over hers. "Nobody's called dibs on the guy, that much we know for sure. I'd say he's fair game."

"He is sweet." An image struck Tess of an ottsel clinging in a tree like a ripe mango.

Almost whisker to whisker, Daxter searched her face; oddly serious, for him. "If we really go through with this thing, you're sure it wouldn't mess up what me and you have?"

"Well, if you think about it, Jak's basically always been in our relationship. You and he are so close it's always seemed natural to me." She nuzzled his nose. "This isn't going to change things between us, snookums. At least not for the worse. Think he'd be up for it?"

His huge grin was much more like the Daxter she knew and adored. "Never known my man Jak to turn down adventure. And yer my biggest adventure of all."

"Flatterer..." With lingering friskiness, she nibbled at his ear. "So how would we even do this?"

In conspiratorial tones, they giggled up plans of how to break it to Jak that he was about to be plucked.

~ ~ ~

Text: sillyneko345 & Tempo

Art: Slate

This one's out a little late, but the next chapter's coming out on Sunday. ^_^ Let me know what you think!

~Tempo