[Bishop-chan's notes - Time to spread the suffering around. Can't have only that Beater know what females are capable of...]

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by revanninja

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Klein stretched his arms above his head a large grin on his face as he walked down the Arrun market. It wasn't often he had a day off from the patrol and he fully intended to enjoy it. His eyes moved down the stalls, Marco's with a current half-off sale, The armoire of invincibility, Ackbar's traps, and his personal favorite the Rat's Tap.

In front of him chatting and looking at the wares were Fouquet Tiff and Skuld. He had known when Fouquet had asked him to come he was going to be carrying the bags it was a man's duty after all. What he hadn't expected though was for Fouquet to extend the offer to Skuld seeing as how the two of them had…friction with each other. But she had, and he was still confused by it.

If there was one thing Klein knew beyond any shadow of a doubt about Fouquet was she loved Tiff as a sister would and she was loath to give up any time with her. Even he with their strange relationship was tolerated but just barely when she had time to visit Tiff. A woman of complexity so deep it would take him a lifetime to unravel.

He felt a slight smile begin to grow as he watched them Green, Black, and Blonde each a beauty that even here smack dap in Fae lands where physical beauty was common they drew attention to themselves.

A pair of boys approached them, it was clear from their stance and the motions they were trying to pick the girls up. It was also clear Fouquet was not having it. Her hands drifted to her side which drew his eyes to a piece of cloth attached to her belt. It was a ratty predominantly red with a few white strips cloth. It looked out of place attached to such a glamorous woman. And every time Klein saw it he felt his heart beat just a tiny bit faster.

After all, it's not every day a woman wears your bandana as a token.

As he watched Skuld clearly not understanding whatever pick up line the boys were using brought her hand under her face in a clear pose stolen from Asuna. Wrapped around her wrist was another section of his old Bandana. How he felt about them both wearing it he wasn't sure but a small dumb part of himself started chanting Harem in a loud voice which he had to ruthless squash before he did something stupid and said it.

He may be a fool but he wasn't an idiot thank you very much.

And speaking of being an idiot he felt an ice touch go down his spine as Eliza came out of the crowds in a straight bee-line for him.

ONCE.

He helped her out Once and suddenly she decided she was going to claim him. If it had been a couple of months ago he would have jumped at the chance now…..
Adjusting his Green and Black Bandana he hoped to whatever deity out there listening that Fouquet wouldn't ….

Oh god she was looking over here and she was….!L#e$GG%sSs^

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Fouquet couldn't help but roll her eyes at these boys. Really did she hurt herself when she fell from heaven? That was the best they had. The only reason why she wasn't laughing herself silly was because her dear Tiff had flushed so red and was using her hat as a shield it was so adorable she didn't want to ruin it.

While the boys clearly were attracted to Tiff for obvious reasons it was the first time her little sister had a chance to be approached with no fear just because of her ears. It was silly, it was pure tripe but it was her sister and Fouquet would end the world with a smile if it meant something to Tiff.

Plus she had a feeling if she started laughing she wouldn't stop. Seeing that she wasn't giving them the time of the day, one of the boys turned to Skuld. Watching the Pure confusion Skuld was leaving in her wake as he tried pick up line after pick up line on the oblivious goddess was just pure gold in her opinion.

Ha let someone else answer why women plucked for once.

Her hands drifted to her waist as she watched the comedy unfold. As they did her hand brushed the cloth tied there. Fouquet smiled as her fingers played with the ratty thing. Skuld had a like amount tied to her wrist the red and white cloth a treasured item for them both.

After a Long discussion that had ended with a stalemate of Giant Golem and Equally Giant Rock against Pint sized Goddess they had come to a…agreement concerning Klein. After reaching said Agreement they had promptly stolen his Bandana and split it among themselves replacing it with a new and in their considered opinion a better one.

Feeling a smirk forming Fouquet looked over to her idiot to see how he was holding up. If he was being a good sport she might be kind enough to lead the way to the Open Secret and let Skuld try on a few choice pieces. Of course in the name of fair she would send her to ask Klein what his opinion was, for fairness of course.

That Smirk died a horrible death in a ditch where it would never be found. A blonde hussy was clearly trying to edge in on her turf. Watching Klein nervously adjusts his Bandana, its green and black gave her an idea. Waiting for Klein to look over to her which the goof did clear panic written large on his face, Fouquet moved.

She did not walk no that would be too mundane for her. She stalked. Her Feet moved one in front of the other a smooth slink that maximized the swing of her hips, her arms subtly shifting and pushed up her bust. And to top it off a smirk and eyes that had more to do with a bedroom then a street in broad day light. Only peripheral aware of the results of her actions out of the corner of her eye she saw a Salamander run head first into a cart his undine girlfriend clearly not happy with his distraction.

But all of that was nothing compared to her real target. She could tell it was too much for Klein as his face went slack and his eyes wide never once leaving her. It made a girl feel Special having that kind of attention.
Coming up to her man she leaned on him and was gratified when even when lobotomized by her he still moved to make her the upmost comfortable he could. Giving the Blonde Hussy a smile a shark would envy she started small talking. It was nothing more than banal chatter the type used by women everywhere to see where the other stood.

As they spoke Fouquet curled a finger around her hair and brought it up to caress Klein's cheek. The hussies eyes followed it and narrowed when she noticed the color and the Bandana matched. Seeing that the Hussy got the message Fouquet offered a small pleased Smile.

A smile that grew Malicious, when Skuld made herself known in that blunt way of hers. The Goddess tilted her head and her sheet of ebony hair, which even Fouquet felt envy for, spilled down and in front of Klein. Once again the Hussies eyes darted towards the Hair and Bandana her understanding complete.

After that it was a simple matter of making sure the blonde would never again sniff around Klein. After a short time where Fouquet made sure the hussy understood Klein was hands off the male in question finally came around from his daze. Men.

Taking his arm while Skuld took the other, she led him off to retrieve her sister and continue with the trip.

She was Fouquet of the Crumbling Dirt and if she barely allowed a Goddess in her Relationship with her Lizard, what hope did a mere girl hope to have?