{Her "Farmer"?, It looks like Merzïry is really into this roleplay, And so am I}
*Toc Toc Toc*
"—M-Merzïry, Can I enter?"; Asks Amber, waiting outside of the Bedroom.
—Only if you want to see me naked with the same urgency as yesterday Matchmber!.
—I don't!, I wasn't!, And I… , Did you just said "Naked"?!, Are you Naked with M-Merzïry awake?!.
"—Of course Amber!; Reply sharply My Silver Bunny, laughing in a lower tone "—He has a well developed body, Why would Trektör hide it from others?!, Especially from me, I am his Roommate?!".
The stuttering from Amber can be heard quite clearly; Still, Merzïry gives a respectful and tender kiss to the tip of my manhood, whispering with desire.
—Thanks for the snack Mister Carrot, I hope you give a full meal later on, *Tchu*.
Merzïry stands up grabbing a purse near her as she goes to the door while I cover the groin area of my Fake Epidermis Suit, walking towards my belongings to wear the rest of my Combat Gear, incorporating the blue armored plates, my Combat Pistol, the Backup Gun and the Flashlight Knife.
—He would come out in a minute Amber, I need a shower to wake up completely.
Comment Merzïry as she leaves the Bedroom; And after wearing my boots, I do the same, seeing a pretty but angered Matchmber, including her bright purple eyes and the orange blazing hair accompanying the usual indigo shade.
—Wow Matchmber, Why are you irritated so early in the morning?, Did you not sleep well thinking on my naked body?.
"—W-What?!"; She stutters again and i can stop at the idea of messing with her a little longer.
—If you are so interested, You could have simply asked me to show you, There is no shame in stating what is of your liking.
Following my plot, Lorraine, who is on the kitchen of the "Room 22" gives her own understanding "—I like going to the Mall with you Trektör, Can we go again Today?".
—See Matchmber, Lory gets it, and sure, I would like to go to the Mall again, I forgot to buy a set of pajamas, i broke the one i have when leaving Clarattoia…
—Then you sleep naked!.
Exclaim Amber with her yellowish blush burning higher than her orange hair "—Holy Horniness!, Seriously?!, Gosh Matchmber!, Really!, For Fecketh Sake!, Stop thinking on me being naked!, Obviously I employ my Fake Epidermis Suit, is supposed to be used for up to Eight Months in a row without additional assistance from the engineers"…
An ashamed "—Oh!"; scapes the lips of Amber and Lory laughs softly; Putting a smile on the less tense but still embarrassed Matchmber, who losses her "Ignited" state as she moves to the seats in the bar that connects to the kitchen.
—W-What are you preparing Lorraine?.
Inquire Amber, trying to delve the attention out of her.
—Is nothing too elaborated Amber, just green rise, and potato buns with egg rolls.
—"Just", Green Rise for breakfast?!, The chefs of the Virrith Family can't have a tonality so precise, I think not even the Head Chef of the Thrämkner Family is this good.
"— Don't exaggerate Amber, I can't compare with a real Chef"; Lorraine playful tone is quite enchanting, and she serves six portions of the different dishes, clearly expecting more people to join us.
—I hope is of your liking.
—Lory, the look alone is already appetizing, As Matchmber pointed out, the tone of the green rise is literally perfect, the egg rolls appear to be cloned by how identical they are, and the potato buns have the bread cover so thin and well aligned that anyone could think this was coated with chocolate and cinnamon!.
Nervousness strikes on Lorraine, as she struggles with the praises of my appraisal, blushing profusely "—Y-You are only saying this because you haven't taste it".
Amused by her response I don't hold back and start to eat.
—You were right Lory… , Matchmber, give me your food, allow me to spare you from this "DIVINE" flavor…
Amber rolls her eyes as she takes a bite on the green rise, getting so shocked about the incredible taste that starts salivating after finishing of gulping down.
—I should had followed your advice Trektör, I don't think i can ever eat what others prepare, this is actually "DIVINE" as you have said.
"—Both of you are so exaggerated!"; Complain timidly Lorraine, as Merzïry comes out of the bathroom hopping to the seat between Amber and Myself.
—About what are they exaggerating?!.
The inquiry of Merzïry is said while she swallows an egg roll "Oh!, This is so tasty!, But I prefer the Milky Cream Cheese, maybe combining them would make this even better!.
Amber sighs "—M-Merzïry, Not everything goes well with cream cheese".
{Jajaja, And Merzïry isn't talking about the Cheese Cream Pie neither Matchmber}
"—You are missing out a lot Amber!"; Informs Merzïry with a mischievous and knowing smile "—Besides, if you don't want it, then, there is much more for myself!".
—*Sigh*, You always see the good side of anything M-Merzïry.
—Because is better!.
Amber sighs again, and i can relate to her, because Merzïry is way too naive and innocent to comprehend the complexity of the worlds in which we live on.
As we eat the marvelous breakfast made by Lory in company of grapefruit juice; We hear a loud yawn coming from behind, as a sloppy woman wearing a cat hoodie approaches and sits near me.
She is wearing baggy sweatpants and appears to be quite hunched over, emulating to not be over 3.65 meters of height, her skin is brown, but not as dark as Luana's, nor as light as Lorraine's tan.
On the other hand, her hair is straight and a dark shade of purple, and her eyes are somewhat an obscure pink, of course, her hood makes her overall look even darker.
§ Kittyrful §
Rank: Tier "Null" Contactor
Inclination: Restoration Support
Type: Caring Healer
Status: Grade 4 "Virgin" - Harvestable
{What is the need of women wanting to be smaller?, Marckza, Merzïry and now this Lady; Is really a problem?}
Another woman comes too, she is extremely muscular yet short, barely reaching the three meters of height, she has black skin and yellow eyes and hair, the latter being short; Probably she is from the same species as the Bookkeeper Fenthon.
§ Wallker §
Rank: Tier "Null" Contactor
Inclination: Defensive Offense
Type: Sturdy Frontliner
Status: Grade 3 "Virgin" - Harvestable
"—You sure become bold!"; Exclaim the Muscular Shorty to the Not Tall Woman, the latter is confused, but the former continues.
—You are sitting right next to a Man without frickin out…
The Not Tall Woman turns to observe me, freezing in place completely frightened.
—I-I-I…
Her stutter is uncontrollable, and the Muscular Shorty starts laughing.
"—Don't be mean Gretta!"; Admonishes Merzïry as she steps up from her place hinting me to take her seat.
I can see the displeased face of Amber, and if we are going to be Teammates, a few concessions will be necessary to have the least amount of inconveniences and frictions between each other.
Tilting my head, I let her know she can seat on Merzïry's place as I take Her's; Calmer, Amber whispers a "—Thank you" to me.
—I am not mean Merzïry, "Zifarlia", has to be accustomed to have him near, Or is he not the Boyfriend of Lorraine?.
—T-T-Trektör is not my Boyfriend, I didn't told that Trektör…
—I know Lory, as me, You don't lie; But am i that bad as an option for you?, To negate the possibility so quickly?.
"—Of course not!"; She respond with hastiness as Merzïry admonishes me as well but clearly with a friendlier tone.
—Trektör, Don't be mean to Lorraine!.
"—I don't think he were M-Merzïry"; Being covered by Amber leaves completely speechless to My Little Bunny.
—I-I though you too don't come along well Amber!.
—We, have different opinions, is not that we are "Enemies" M-Merzïry.
Amber stuttering the Spark Name of the one she loves is way too amusing for anyone to let it pass, but simultaneously, no one points this out.
"—*Ahem*, The truth prevails Merzïry"; Says the Muscular Shorty "—Zifarlia has to learn how to tolerate the presence of this Man, otherwise we can't form the Party".
—I am sorry, "H-He" has so little Vyåhö in comparison to "H-His" Zöhår that i thought "H-He" was a woman, Don't be mad at me…
"—Jajaja!"; I can't stop laughing as she has fallen by the oldest trick in probably the entire history of both worlds, to camouflage how vast is the difference between My Vyåhö in comparison to the little Zöhår i can produce.
To simply put it on perspective, the Maximum Vyåhö i can occult is "970", as i have "883" it is not different that i look like "Less than One", as numerically speaking, my value is "883/970".
—Jaja ja, My apologies, but you are wrong, Jajaja, and i wouldn't be "Mad" at you; However you better use more your eyesight, Zöhår and Vyåhö can be easily deceiving if the "Planet" is altered, It happened to me in Clarattoia, and I confuse a lot of Women thinking they were Men due to the same but opposite misconception, so be more careful, a mistake here produces laughs, but on the battlefield, sometimes not even tears…