Warning: unabashedly mundane and unnecessary Rean x Fie fluff ahead. If you were wanting a good story, I'm sorry.
Fragment Chapter V: Preparations for Field Studies!
"Are you sure about this?"
"It'll be fine. I did it all the time for the boss."
Which probably explains the numerous scars on the gruff Jaeger King's visage. "Am I sure about this?"
Fie gasped. "You don't trust me? Rean, baby, you wound me…"
"...I miss the days where you weren't yet corrupted by Crow. You're starting to resemble him more by the minute."
"Did you just compare me to that dumb chihuahua-"
"Nope. Definitely did not." A moist towelette slapped over his face.
The irate girl then tenderly lathered a foamy cream to his chin, cheeks, and neck. A devilish smile cracked on her lips as she brandished a tiny silver blade. It glistened with the souls of the thousands dead by its razor.
Rean gulped; his eyes firmly on the sharp edge. They quivered. "Fie, I know we had our differences… but-!"
"I know…" Fie said defiantly as she lamented the loss. She drew the blade closer. And closer. "It's not you. It's me…"
"Look, I'm sorry… I was too busy! A-and I maybe sorta… forgot about it until now. I didn't mean to skip out on shaving, I swear!"
"Hush, my dear child. You wouldn't want to get cut now, would you?"
With a swip, the first hairs on his greying chin were murdered in cruel, cloudy white mercy. Fie glided the steel razor down in expertly calculated strokes, her face lighting up in admiration for her handiwork. A clean, full shave. No blood in sight.
Rean turned his gaze away from the girl leaning in close in front of him. As a model of true discipline, his thoughts wandered to his old Master.
He would've been proud, Rean thought. No man could resist the temptation of letting his eyes rove over dangerous areas better than he could.
And those dangerous areas were aplenty… considering the two were clothed only in their towels.
Yeah… They really should've gotten dressed first.
"Like what you see, pervert?" Fie grinned, still focused on her task. Her eyes shone in mischievousness through her damp silver hair.
"There's… not much to see though, thankfully," Rean said. Though regretfully. An ominous silver blade twinkled as it poked him on the nose.
"You say something?"
"I said you are beautiful the way you are, small boobs and all."
"Good boy. Now hold still," Fie said, moving on to his other cheek.
Rean sighed but obeyed regardless. He could only wish the humiliation to end soon. He still had the day's field study with his students after all.
I hope they won't get impatient…
Outside…
"Are they STILL in there?!" an agitated pink-haired girl screeched. Juna palmed her face at the thought of her instructor, of all people, would delay their very important field study.
Kurt shrugged defeatedly, his slender frame leaning on the walls outside The Derflinger's shower area. "Seems like it, yeah."
"Oh screw this," Ash said, stomping off to Aidios knows where.
"I should report that they do not appear to be engaging in any indecent acts, however," Altina spoke from her position, her right ear carefully meshed against the steel door.
"Not yet, at least~" Musse sang, her left ear trying to pick up even the tiniest amount of noise coming through the wall.
"Mmh," Altina sounded in agreement.
Juna stared at her two classmates. One she was used to dealing with her lecherous behavior. The other… well…
"...Al?"
"Hm?"
"...Never mind." Juna sighed. These girls… I swear.
"All done~"
Washing off his steaming blush, Rean gazed at his reflection. Tiny beads of water dripped from his smooth-shaven chin. Not a whisker of hair nor a single wound marred the skin. He grinned sheepishly, "Not bad, Fie."
"What do you mean 'not bad'?" Fie poured a generous dollop of aftershave balm on her hands before smushing it over his jaw. "You meant 'Fie you're awesome', right?"
Rean glared as the small girl abused his poor cheeks. He returned the favor by pulling on hers in a competition on who can make as funny a face on the other as possible. They soon shared a laugh instead.
"Thanks, Fie."
"Welcome." She fidgeted closer as she continued, a flush adorning her stoic expression. "Buuuut, the boss usually gives me snacks whenever I do it for him. So…"
Fie closed her eyes and leaned her cheek forward.
"...How about a shoulder massage instead?"
Rean could see the needy girl's ears perk up as she nodded, smiling all the while.
A sensual moan was heard through the bathroom door.
The three girls plus boy waiting nearby blushed.
Juna's mind snapped.
INSTRUCTOOOR!
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