D'aw. Last chapter was so goddamn adorable. 'bout time. Here we go! Just a couple chapters of silly and/or sweet stuffs, and then back to the main plot!
Ari crossed her arms over her chest, holding back her laughter as Mnem attempted to keep the pigs in place.
"No- come on! Damn it… help me out here!"
Vreagon shook his head, snickering alongside his brother, who held up a glass of milk. "Nope. You're on your own, buddy."
Mnem looked over to Ari with hopeful eyes and the girl broke down quickly, sighing. "Alright, alright. Move over." She slipped off her shoes and set them next to the pen, cracking her knuckles and hopping over the fence. "Stay still, you little porkers…"
Vreagon laughed at the joke and Mnem grinned. Mor, however, stared in surprise. He leaned over to Vreagon.
"…Do…do you have any idea what happened between them?" he asked, watching the two as they insulted one another playfully, the small touches they had seeming more… meaningful than they had previously.
Vreagon shook his head, raising his hands. "I don't have a clue. None of our business, Mor. If Mnem wants to score and Ari lets him, then so be it-"
"HEY." Ari shouted, throwing a glob of mud at both men. They both ducked and looked back at her in shock, noting the grin on the girl's face. "Don't you be talking about our sex lives over there."
"Wait, wh- whoa-!"
Mnem, having not heard either man even speak, had looked up in shock with Ari's words, and that brought disaster. The pig he'd held still slipped from his grasp and he flopped forward, hitting the muddy ground with a soft 'oof!'
Ari's laughter rang out clear and true, Vreagon and Mor's following suit. Mnem looked up and shook the mud from his face and hair, glaring up at the girl. "Oi! Don't you laugh at me!" he shouted, smirking and grabbing her ankle, pulling her down with him. She yelped and slipped, landing on her backside with a surprised gasp. The laughter stopped abruptly as she processed the situation, both men outside the pen certain that Ari would lash out.
Instead, once the situation finally processed, she turned to face him, a gleeful mischief clearly planned out.
"Ooooh, you're going to pay for that, buddy."
"Oh? Then why don't you tell me how much to pay."
"Oh, you little fucker- c'mere!"
Mnem laughed and rolled away from her grasp, turning the tables on her by grabbing her hips, tossing her to the side in attempts to escape her. She squealed as she slid over the mud, clearly uncaring of the mess it was making of her clothes. Vreagon clutched his head, blinking.
"…Yeah. I don't know what the hell's going on, Mor. But I might have a slight idea."
"Mind filling me in?"
"…I'd… rather not."