2298 UNPC universal calendar
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Anton woke first, as almost always, and made a pot of coffee.
He sat at the table in the middle of the kitchen, a long rectangular hardwood made to seat eight, but only bearing four chairs, the fourth being added after D8's arrival.
He sat writing, filling in another composition notebook in the blissful silence of 0400 hours.
Varg eventually awoke and clambered off the bed where he'd fallen asleep sometime the night before.
He trotted silently up to Anton and sat down next to him.
"you gotta go, huh?" Anton asked, looking at the grey wolf's expressionless face.
"you're smoking if you think I'm taking your ass outside" he said, walking over to the large single window and sliding it open.
"here you go" Anton said, motioning him to jump out.
Varg looked at Anton expectantly for a moment, then seemed to catch his drift, and hopped out to the ground below, the grass only 3' from the windowsill.
He did his business in the pale morning light, and jumped back in.
Anton closed the window as softly as he could, ensuring not to wake the three sleeping augments, two of which having ultra sensitive eardrums.
He opened the fridge, and fed Varg another two chicken breasts.
"every five hours, just like the doctor ordered" he muttered, plopping the meat onto the baking sheet.
he sat back down at the table, and continued writing.
He tried to get at least fifty pages a day done of his biography, but deployments both hindered his progress and added more material to the backlog.
It was an ongoing battle, but a soothing one.
It was easy enough dragging the tip of the Pelikan Kate had bought him across the page, and gave him an outlet to process his thoughts.
It also served as a way to eternalize every one of his fallen comrades by way of indelible ink upon paper.
It gave him all the more reason to write, even though some poor UNPC clerk would have to sift through the thousands of pages to ensure OPSEC, INFOSEC, COMSEC, or PERSEC weren't violated.
He left the main room to use the restroom, and returned to find D8 reading what he'd written.
"good morning, sleep well?" Anton asked.
D8 looked at him and nodded "nice pen by the way" they said, leaning over the table, their coiled muscular figure highlighted by their skin tight LSS.
"thanks, Kate bought it for me about ten years back" he replied.
"What kind is it?" they asked, "it looks like one of those old timey ones"
Anton laughed. "it's a fountain pen" he smiled "in fact, here" he said, marching over to a drawer under the kitchen counter.
"Here, I want you to have this" he said, holding out a box marked "Lamy" to D8.
"you mean it? I don't think I'd know how to use it" they replied, putting two and two together.
"that's why I'm going to teach you" Anton said, motioning for them to sit down next to him as he sat in his prior chair.
They opened the box, and held the grey and black tow tone Lamy 2000 in their hands, studying how it looked.
"Alright, here's how you fill it" Anton said, grabbing the Montblanc Irish Green bottle from the middle of the table that in all actuality contained Noodler's Navajo Turquoise.
He unscrewed the cap, and sat the bottle in front of them.
"Grab the very back and twist until it stops"
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"good, now dip just the tip into the bottle, and twist the other way"
"now you just wipe it off" he said handing them a paper towel.
"do you know cursive?" he asked.
"no, but I've always wanted to learn" they replied.'
"that's okay, I'll teach you in time, now, don't press down hard at all, just make the tip of the nib touch the paper." he replied, demonstrating with his Pelikan.
"Yours has a hooded nib, you hold it like this" showing them. "It has to be in this orientation to put ink down"
"don't be discouraged by my handwriting, I've had almost three centuries of practice" Anton said, sliding them a piece of 32lb copy paper from the stack in the middle of the broad table.
"what are you two up to?" Kate asked in a groggy deep voice. Anton could tell she was smiling by her tone as she walked up behind them from the bed.
"I'm teaching the wonders of fountain pens to the newbie" Anton said as D8 played with their new toy, scribbling on the paper.
"nice" Kate said, "you need to braid my hair"
"yes, I know, I forgot last night" Anton said, capping his pen. "I would've done it if you and Sarah hadn't skipped right to the 'in each other's pants' part." Anton said, making D8 blush.
Anton reached over and ruffled D8's short hair, making them snicker.
"but Sarah wasn't wearing any pants" Kate said, obviously messing with him.
"besides the point, have some patience" he replied as Kate rubbed sleep from her eyes.
"where'd you buy this pen?" They asked, looking at Anton.
"I didn't, it was a gift from Alpha Six actually, shit that must've been two hundred years ago by now, but I didn't like the sweet spot the nib hand, so I just put it back in it's box and decided I'd pass it on to someone down the line, and here you are" he said, looking them in the eyes.
Kate sat down in her chair as he spoke, and he came up behind her, grabbing the mass of her hair and putting it down the chair's back.
Varg climbed atop the bed and snuggled up to Sarah to take a post breakfast nap. Her nude body mostly uncovered by the blanket.
Anton braided Kate's hair into a four stranded braid, then sat back in his chair.
"Half of me misses your long hair, but the other half thinks you're handsome with it short" Kate said.
"It'll be back soon enough" he replied, picking up his pen again, and touching it to the page.
"so, what languages do you know?" he asked D8.
"Just English" they replied.
"oh we can't have that, you're gonna have to learn at least another two" Anton said, his writing pace unbroken.
"what languages do you know?" they asked.
"I know English, German, Spanish, french, Mandarin, and Korean" Anton replied.
"what about you?" D8 asked Kate.
"Same, just switch Mandarin for Swedish" She replied, smiling. "I learned most of my languages from him" she added, standing up and grabbing a cup of coffee.
"I see you're not as blushy with my tits out now" Kate said, sitting back down, crossing her legs and leaning back with her coffee on the table to her left, her chair turned to the right.
D8 looked past Anton to Kate, and blushed.
"you'll get there" Anton said.
"What about Sarah, what languages does she know?" D8 asked, going back to their original subject.
"German and Arabic that I know of" Anton said.
"I guess we'll ask when she gets up" Kate said, "I don't know how we never asked that question before, but here we are"
"This pen is very nice, thank you" D8 said, capping it and placing it atop the page in front of them.
"you're welcome, all I ask is that you use it and let me teach your proper penmanship." Anton said, nodding.
"how many bottles of ink have you used?" D8 asked.
Kate scoffed.
"I used at least two hundred when I had my grandfather's pen, which is now hers" Anton said, hooking his left thumb towards Kate. "I've used maybe a dozen through this one so far, but I've been writing at a quicker pace with this one"
"that's...." they trailed off, thinking about just how many words of writing that had to be, "A lot" they said.
"sleeping beauty's awake" Kate said softly, looking behind D8 and Anton towards the bed.
"Good, then we can eat breakfast" Anton said, stepping to the kitchen area behind the table.
"hey" Sarah said, rubbing her eyes, D8 blushing again at her nudity as Kate came up behind her with a hug.
"We've been waiting for you so we could eat" Anton said.
"Oh you guys didn't good have to do all that" Sarah said, sitting in the leftmost chair at the table.
"french toast sound good for everyone?" Anton asked, turning on the cook top built into the top of the white marble countertop.
"sounds amazing" Sarah said, stretching, making D8 blush again.
The cooking was largely silent, the trio behind him talking about nothing in particular as he made twenty four slices of french toast and an entire package of bacon, the bulk of it for himself.
He sat the food on the table, and they dug in.
Anton had to make another carafe of coffee for the group by the time they were done.
While it was brewing, he made a trip around the table and grabbed all of the silverware and plates.
"what are we going to do today?" D8 asked as Anton laid the dishes in the sink.
"whatever you want to, I don't know really" Anton replied. "I guess we can stay here" he suggested.
"Sounds good to me" Sarah said, leaning against the edge of the table.
"I've got nothing to do today" Kate added.
"I'm kinda cold, I dunno about you guys" Sarah said, looking to each of them.
"no shit?" Anton asked, "maybe if you put on some clothes you wouldn't be so chilly"
"Bit nippley in here" D8 added, giggling at their own joke.
Still, Anton checked his WMD.
"it's sixty-nine in here" he said, tapping the screen three times. "it'll be seventy two in a few minutes"
Sarah came up behind D8 where they were still sitting in their chair.
"you know I love it when you stare" D8 told them, putting her hands on their shoulders.
"big boy over here hardly pays attention to either of us" Kate said, leaning on the counter next to Anton.
Anton shrugged with a smile "they're just not all that"
Sarah ignored him, but focused on D8, who was blushing again.
Sarah sat next to D8, and scooted her chair closer to them.
"would you like to touch?" She asked. "it's okay if you're not comfortable with it, you can just say no"
D8 turned a deep red, but nodded.
"Go on" Sarah said, sitting up a little straighter.
"want to use those sucker things again? they were pretty fun the last few times" Kate asked, making him focus on her.
"sure" he replied, putting his palm against her stomach.
maybe they are all that