More emotions, yay!

After getting Giroro to sit patiently at the dining table, Natsumi took a peek at the kitchen and food cabinet. The sight of the walk in closet of edibles left Natsumi breathless and slightly jealous. On the right there were shelves of delectable sweets while the left had stocks of foreign vegetables and meats. She decided on just a simple beef and vegetable stew. She was positive that Momoka wouldn't mind her using the food. The food was set down on a counter when Natsumi noticed the armor that covered her hands.

"I should probably take this off." She focused her mind and was slightly startled at the rush of freedom as her suit immediately retreated into the collar. She didn't realize how tight it was on her chest and thighs and blushed again. "I'm going to have Kururu fix that as soon as I get home."

"kuku that means I get to take your measurements again." The voice came through the collar and made Natsumi blush even deeper. A crash could be heard shortly after and his laughter dropped in volume until he was out of range.

"Sorry about that. I got focused on the readings that I didn't notice he took the mic." Pururu's voice came through.

"Well tell him that Giroro will be able to take my measurements long before he is allowed to think about doing so!" She took a deep breath and calmed down. There wasn't any good in upsetting the red beast if he heard this. It didn't help that she swore she could hear him say 'can I at least watch him?'

"We lost communications somewhere during the chase. Thanks to Kururu boosting the range we found you again, and obviously you survived. Did you lose Giroro?" Pururu decided to focus on Giroro's situation than their dispute.

"No. He's in the other room. I got him to calm down after we were ambushed by Momoka's army." Natsumi began washing her hands and chopping the vegetables.

"Did he change physically?"

"Not much, he got larger when I chased him through the streets but he got smaller and cooled down when I was dressing his wound."

"Alright." The sounds of clacking keys came through. "I wasn't able to get a complete read on him earlier, but what I did manage to find is that his breathing and heart rate are way too fast and his core temperature is that of an active volcano. I haven't even begun to exaggerate yet. You need to keep him as calm and collected as possible. These conditions on his normal form would most definitely kill him multiple times over and I'm not at all aware of what his current tolerance level is. For all we know he could die of a heart attack or burning of his body."

"I understand." Natsumi's voice was nearly silent. She couldn't bear to think about that.

"Kururu says that we could get a better read with a blood sample but I'm not going to let you chance things to get one."

"I'm just not sure how I would even get it to you." Natsumi mentioned as she began putting everything into a pristine pot and turning the stove on.

"What? NO! There's no telling how angry and dangerous he would get if you stuck him with a needle and drew blood." Pururu sternly warned like an over protective mother.

"If it will help him, then I'm going to do it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it." Natsumi paused her conversation and cooking when she heard a crash in the dining room. She dropped the spoon in her hand on the counter and ran into the room. She saw Giroro with his head against the wall and broken bits of mirror on the floor. "Giroro, what happened?"

The beast turned to her. The broken glass had cut through his face and blood dripped down his cheeks and the wall. The girl grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen.

"Let's get you cleaned up." She told him to stay at the counter while she went to quickly check on the food and then grab the medical kit, deciding from then on to carry it with her. Using the tweezers, she tried to pull out the glass as carefully as she could. When she was sure she had dug all of the little shards out, she moved onto cleaning away the still running blood. "Why did you do that? Why would you hurt yourself?"

"I'm beast." He covered the scar on his face with his large hand. He began breathing heavily again. "I'm, ugly. I scare you."

"Giroro," Natsumi sighed and then leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his torso. "You're not ugly. It's true I'm intimidated by your new look, but I will learn to love it as much as I did when you were smaller."

The red beast had halted his breathing. The color of his face lightened a few shades almost back to his normal red.

"But you scared, before I change." They both remembered their moment at his tent when Natsumi first saw him after the incident. The girl hugged him tighter.

"Giroro, I was just worried about you. Your scar was," She paused before describing what she felt at that moment with a grim tone. "It looked sickly, and deadly. I was worried you were gonna…. I don't want to lose you."

During the silence that followed, Natsumi could feel her hands around him slide closer together. She pulled away, but still hugging him, to see that he was shrinking.

"You're getting smaller." She removed her arms and straightened up, comparing their height. She smiled. "You're only an inch taller than me now."

She saw his forehead again and proceeded to place a square bandage on it.

"There, you should be better in no time." Natsumi was surprised by his next move. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and nestled his head against her neck.

"Thank you, Natsumi." His voice was smoother than earlier and vibrated in her skin. She returned the hug.

"So you do remember my name. That's good."