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“WAKE UP, FART FACE!” Sera finally resorted to yelling directly into Kyle’s ear, causing him to jerk upright and bang heads with her with a THUNK!
“Aeooo…” Sera staggered back and few steps and sat in the chair at the desk, rubbing her forehead, with slight tears trickling from the corner of her eyes. Kyle, on the other hand, was simply blinking and looking around stupidly, seemingly unbothered by the head-to-head collision. “I always knew you were hard headed, but that hurt, Jerkface!” Sera muttered grumpily.
“Wha time is it?” Kyle yawned and tried to pull the cover back up over his eyes.
“Time for you to get your ass up, before I neuter you,” Sera growled. “You’re supposed to be waking me up, not the other way around!”
“Sorry.” Kyle slowly stretched and then started to roll out of bed. “Since you’re sitting over there, toss me a set of clothes for school.” Yawning one time after another, he just couldn’t seem to keep his eyes open.
“Here!” Sera pulled open the nearby dresser drawer and haphazardly tossed a shirt, followed quickly by a pair of pants over across Kyle’s head.
Sluggishly, Kyle pulled his pants up and then struggled to work his arms into the sleeves of his shirt and button it up. “Sheesh! What’s wrong with you this morning, Kyle?” Sera asked. “You act like a zombie. Shove off and let me get it.” Smacking his fingers so he’d leave the buttons alone, Sera undid the few that he’d buttoned up wrong and then redid them properly for him.
“I logged back into Winter’s Tale last night,” Kyle confessed with a yawn. “Heather and I had starting hunting some squirrels which dropped leather and I wanted to be able to surprise her with some clothes or armor from them. She’s got a heckuva anti-guy grudge, so I’m hoping making something in game might calm her down towards my character a bit. Every girl likes gifts, right?”
“Don’t be a chauvinistic pig, Kyle.” Sera snorted slightly. “You make it sound like every girl out there is nothing more than a gift grubbing whore or something.”
“Wait! What?” Kyle slowly scratched his head and then shook it a few times. Wondering just what the heck he’d said that was wrong, Kyle just stared as Sera turned and walked out the door.
“Come on, pig-boy! We don’t want to be late. Today’s my last day of detention and I don’t plan on giving them a chance to expand on it!”
Slowly and sluggishly, Kyle shambled out of his room and after her. He wasn’t certain if it was that time of the month again or something, but Sera seemed moody and a little more hateful than usual this morning, so he simply followed along behind her quietly. Since they were already running late thanks to him oversleeping, there wasn’t time to eat breakfast this morning and Kyle had to listen to Sera complain about missing it – and the ride with her parents – all the way as they walked to school.
By the time they got to the school, Kyle was happy to part ways with her and head on to the I.S.S room! It definitely must’ve been that time of the month, or something!
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I.S.S. was actually not a bad place to be that day. Kyle dozed for short naps between the times when the teacher on duty would yell and tell him to, “Sit up and wake up!”, and he still managed to get his work done since there wasn’t anyone or anything else to distract him. By the time school was over, Kyle felt a lot more awake, alert, and active leaving than he had arriving that morning.
Whistling and cheerful, he rushed home and went immediately upstairs and logged into Winter’s Tale. Wanting to surprise Heather with the items she’d crafted, Kylie quickly sat down, stripped, and shoved everything down into one of the sacks she had made. Not knowing how long it’d take Heather to log in and join her after that, Kylie sat and had fun playing around with the various claws they’d collected.
Using a ‘Strong Claw’, she discovered that she could work and drill holes in the base of the other claws, and so she sat and worked on that. As she drilled the holes, she strung a few braided pieces of her hair through them, slowly making a necklace. Before she’d finished the first one she was working on, Heather logged in with a lazy, “Evening. Whatcha doing?”
Laughing, Kylie immediately sat down what she was working on and hopped up and hugged her. “Hey! Wait a minute,” Heather exclaimed as she tried to push her away. “What the heck’s up with you this evening?”
Laughing at her shocked reaction, Kylie grabbed and clung tighter. “What? Don’t you want to bathe me? Or cuddle-wuddle for a bit?”
“No!” Heather said while pushing away, and then stopping. “Yes? Maybe. I don’t know!”
“What the hell is wrong with you this evening?” She asked, confused.
“Oh ho ho!” Kylie laughed. “I see how this works. You can dish it out, but you can’t take it!” She taunted.
“I can take anything you can give!” Heather snorted, as she suddenly stood rock still like a statue. “Do your worst,” she challenged.
“Well, OK then!” Letting go of her, Kylie skipped back and grabbed up the sack on the left. “Then take this!” Heather simply blinked and look confounded. “Go on, if you can take anything I can give, take it!” Kylie shook the sack up and down a few times to get her attention before Heather finally reached out and took it.
“What the heck is this?” She asked, bewildered.
“Well open it and find out!” Kylie laughed and then sat down and leaned against a tree to watch.
Slowly Heather opened the sack, looked inside, and then hesitantly pulled out one of the leather skirts from inside. “What’s this?” She asked quietly.
“It’s a skirt, of course.” Kylie laughed. “I couldn’t sleep last night so I logged back in and did a little crafting. I wanted you to have the first set, and to be the first to try them on.” It was a small lie, since Kylie had already tried them on herself, but she didn’t figure Heather would ever know the difference. “Go ahead. Try it on! I want to see if they’ll actually stay up, hold together, and work.”
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“Su.. Sure.” Heather half stuttered as she tried to pull the skirt up over her legs. For some odd reason, her hands were trembling and she was having issues adjusting the strips between the leather, so Kylie chuckled and bounced up to help.
“Here, just let go and I’ll do it,” she commanded. “It’s my first success, so it’s still not very durable. You’ll probably break something if you’re not careful.” Gently, she reached out and slapped Heather’s fingers away and began to adjust the straps herself. Heather stood stone still during the whole process, never twitching a muscle.
“There! All finished,” Kyle laughed as she slowly walked around and admired her handiwork. “Now that’s what I call a micro-mini! You make an excellent manikin, Heather.”
Since Heather still didn’t say anything, Kylie leaned over and dug into the sack that Heather had sat down while trying to dress. Pulling out the shawl, she leaned up and draped it over Heather’s head to lay it across her shoulders. Honestly, it was nothing more than several pieces of the grey leathers stitched together in a circular pattern with a hole for the head in the center, but the game declared it to be a shawl.
Kylie had no idea what she’d call it except amusing and tantalizing. With just the width of a single strip of leather, the shawl only draped down about eight inches from the shoulders – just far enough to comfortably rest on top of Heather’s breasts and help highlight them, without actually covering them.
With a micro-skirt that barely covered her bottom, and a shawl highlighting her breasts, Kylie thought the combination was even more erotic and enticing for Heather than when she was naked!
“So.. So how is it?” Heather finally asked quietly.
“It looks good on you,” Kylie replied honestly. “And, even better than looks, it does offer some minor protection and armor. I wouldn’t trust it to deflect a sword or an arrow from a bandit or anything, but it should help with the nuts those squirrels toss. At least, until it breaks, that is,” she clarified. “My tailoring is still rather low, and I’ve only got makeshift tools to work with, so nothing turned out the best. They’re not that durable in all honesty.”
“Better than nothing,” Heather finally admitted. “Where’s yours? Surely you’ve made some for yourself.”
“I have,” Kylie admitted as she eased over and starting digging into her own bag. “I’ve got two skirts for each of us, and I made a bag for each of us, and the shawl for you. I didn’t have enough leather to make a second shawl; I still end up failing on the attempts about half the time.”
“Then take this one,” Heather said as she started to pull it off.
“Nope.” Kylie refused flatly. “That’s yours. You keep it. You’re the one out there blasting at the squirrels for now, so you’re the one they toss their nuts at the most. It only makes sense that you get the armor first. I’ll make some for myself after we get you a little better geared. Besides, I can always heal myself; you can’t. Plus, if I log in and you’re not around, I’m not going to be out here fighting anything anyway – I can’t kill them no matter how long I can stand there and let them toss nuts at me; I haven’t gotten any ranged attacks yet.
“So see, it just makes sense that you get the armor first. With it, if you log in and I’m not around, it’ll help protect you and you can fight, hunt, and kill things longer. If I’m wearing it, it still doesn’t really help me with the fight and kill things part at all, and that’s where I’m having issues,” Kylie rambled on as Heather shook her head from side to side as if you deny her words.
“But… but this is yours..”
“No buts!” Kylie interrupted. “And it’s not mine; those are something we worked together to get and make. I couldn’t have gotten them without your help. I guess if you want to be technical, you could say those are ‘ours’, as it took both of us working together to make them. Besides,” Kylie taunted and wiggled, “don’t you want to see more of my perfect little naked self for a while longer? I’d say by the time Monday comes around and we go back to school again, both of us should have a decent set of rags to wear!”
“Well… Fine.” Heather turned her back and wiped her eyes as if a bug had flown in them. “I better get to hunting something again then, since you’re worthless and can’t do it for us. Hmmpft!” Snorting, she tossed her hair back across her shoulder and stomped off to go look for something to kill.
“Hey Snooty Ass!” Kylie yelled after her. “You’ve forgotten something important again!”
“Oh? And what’s that?” Heather replied, without turning around.
“First, you forgot to say, ‘Thank you, oh great, powerful, lovely, and perfect Kylie, Mistress of the World, who’s a thousand times more skilled than I’ll ever manage to become.'”
“You can just forget that,” Heather snorted and started to walk off again.
“And you forgot the most important thing again! Party Invite Heather,” she commanded.
“Fine. I’ll join,” Heather confirmed, and the group party was created once again. “And thanks,” she whispered so low that Kylie wasn’t entirely certain she heard her say it, or just imagined it.
“And now to kill something!” Heather exclaimed as she started walking around and looking for the squirrels up in the trees once more, while Kylie simply sat, worked on stringing together the claws, and enjoyed watching the mayhem.