Kathrin pushes open a plain door at the end of the hall, leading us both into the room, the sunlight shining through the clear window offers a warm glow over the insides of the room itself. The room smells and looks plain, with few chairs placed in front of an unlit fire place, large bookcases on either side of it filled with different coloured and sized books. It's not quite a library, more so a reading area, but I'm thankful that this exists nonetheless. I turn to face Kathrin, giving her a light nod of the head, I do appreciate her for showing me this.
"You've my thanks for escorting me here, Miss Kathrin, I hope that it wasn't too much of a bother." I give the girl my thanks as I move myself closer to the bookshelves, looking over the spines of them. It feels strange to see them like this, the last time I saw books of any kind were in my dream, and that doesn't count to me.
"It's no worries, Zeke. Is there anything else you need?" I hear her paws pat against the floor behind me, I hum to myself as I rub my gloved hand over them, it feels even stranger to feel these things, though there's a longing to read. Did I read much, then?
"Sorry to bother you further, but is there any books you recommend reading? Its.. its been a while since I've read anything like them." I ask her in an uncomfortable tone, rubbing at the back of my neck as I turn to face her. It's not really a lie, at least I don't think so. She smiles politely again and giggles, stepping in a light and elegantly manner next to me. It's uncomfortable how close this lady decided to put herself, at least she doesn't smell like the slaves I've had the displeasure of being in the same bloody town in, does she not understand personal space? She hums and continues to look over the books, and I can only scream internally, thank Christ that Edward isn't here to see any of this. Wait a second, she doesn't smell like a slave, is that because she's not, well, stuffed into cages and let to rot? Maybe she bathes too, eaugh, I should take a bath myself sometime soon, I don't want to imagine what I smell like. Thankfully, she finally finishes her search, picking a book at one of the lower levels, handing it over to me with a bright grin on her face.
"Here you go! Master Eric taught me how to read, picture books were easier to read when he wasnt teaching me." She seems so happy and bright, her face beaming with pride and cheer. Fuck she's cute. I give her another appreciative nod, picture books are a bit of a strange choice, but I'm grateful for her help anyways, and they do help with learning. I flip over the first few pages, my throat choking up immediately ands slamming it shut, feeling the heat run over my face again. That is not what I thought she meant by pictures, nice tail though. Kathrin tilts her head, a confused noise coming from her as I cough into my hand, handing the book back to her.
"Sorry, I uh, don't think I can read this. Do you have anything on Basitins, per chance?" I question her again. She looks slightly disheartened, but she cheers up rather quickly, taking the book from my grasp and placing it back, going through both of the bookcases with a renewed fervour. She has a focused look on her face, her tongue sticking out slightly before she lets out a small triumphant noise, yanking a book and handing it over to me.
"Here you go! A book on the species of Mekkan, there'll be Basitins in there,, though I don't think theres much on them. Why do you need a book on Basitins anyways?" She asks sweetly, tilting her head in confusion. I hum to myself as I run my hand over the face of the book. "Species of Mekkan", huh? I wonder how much is actually on Basitin. I wave my hand dismissively towards Kathrin.
"It's a long story, just wanted a refresher to see if I could remember myself is all." I reply to her in an even tone, smiling lightly. She has no idea what I mean by that, not sure why that amuses me so much. She hums herself and grasps at my waving hand, bringing the palm closer to her face, a keen eye examining it. I raise an eyebrow, what's she doing?
"There's a hole in your glove, why don't you let me fix it up for you?" She offers in a sweet voice. Unlike Lucy's prodding and professional examination, Kathrin's a lot softer with her grip, though she still has a solid hold on it.
"Miss Kathrin, you've already helped me plenty today, I wouldn't want you to go out of your way further for myself." I respond to her in kind, I really don't want her to force herself to do something for me, slave or otherwise. Actually, maybe I mind it because she's a slave? A happy one that's enamoured with her Master, but still a slave nonetheless. She smiles ever brighter, something I didn't think possible, her tail swishing behind her happily.
"Of course I'm not, I just enjoy patching up clothes. Can I please fix it?" She looks up to me with faux watering eyes, her lower lip trembling as she whines. My heart clenches, dear god she's cute. I roll my eyes and hold the book under an armpit, yanking the gloves off of my hands and giving them over to her. It feels strange to have air running over my bare hands, it feels cold.
"I guess I can't argue with that, do you want my cloak too? There's probably a few holes in it." I say it half sarcastically, but her rapid head bobbing as a reply shouldn't surprise me. I sigh to myself and undo my cloak, bundling it together with the gloves and handing it over to her. She takes it gracefully and smiles gratefully.
"Thank you Zeke! It'll be done soon hopefully, I don't have much experience with leather, but I'll try my best!" She gives a playful salute before bouncing out of the room energetically, shutting the door behind herself with a small bang. She's oddly excited about that, I run my bare hands up my arms, shivering lightly. Not having them on me feels foreign and uncomfortable, but it'll only be temporary. I take a seat and drag it closer to the window, maybe the sunlight would warm me up. There's an odd feeling in my chest as I open the book, flipping through its pages to find the page I want, it's as if I'm remembering a memory that doesn't exist, it's a good feeling. Basitins, Basitins, where the hell's the page. I let out a breath of mild irritation before smiling wide, found it!
'Basitins are short furred biped mammals, who are oft abrupt and ill-mannered when approached, a wrathful Basitin is slow to calm and quick to express said rage, their race is ill documented due to their isolation within their sea locked island. While they are visually similar to keidran, though their biology couldn't be more different. They're capable of living as long as humans, unlike a keidrans reduced life span in comparison, with impressive resilience bodies to magic and diseases while capable of enduring physical pain that may bring down a human. They are incapable of using magic.' I read to myself mentally, the font of the article itself is large and well-defined, so it's easy to read. Thankfully my ability to read properly seems to be intact, while that should've been obvious before hand, it's a good idea to make sure, just in case. Something catches my eye at the bottom of the page though, another little piece of scribbling.
'This description has been made more accurate due to the assistance of Grand Templar Trace Legacy's assistance, blessed be his strength.' I raise an eyebrow and scratch at my chin in thought, something about that name seems... familiar, or as if I should know the name itself. I guess I was a Templar, I probably should know the name of my boss. At least I know more about my race, it's a bummer that I can't use magic though, at least the resistance would help. Or I could just try not to get hit by magic, that's a good idea, also less painful. I imagine that the humans are about the same as home, just with the ability to use magic, they feel kind of European too given lack of technology and such. keidran seem interesting enough, maybe I should read about them too? There's a tingling feeling in the back of my skull as I look over the book again, and then over the bookcase, a wide smile threatening to split my face.
There's so many books here, there's so much to read! I place the book on the arm of the chair with pages down, using the arm as a type of book marker on the current page as I approach the others, there's a childlike glee in my chest. "History of the Templars"? Sure, I'll take a look at the bastards, I worked as one, might as know the backstory behind them. "Application of Magic"? Can't use magic, but this is some fantasy world, what can it be used for? It can heal, it can toss fireballs, is teleportation and physical augmentation possible? Why not, lets throw that onto the growing pile of books in my arms. I like books I guess, or at least to read. "How to Train your Keidran"? I might not take that book, I'd rather literally any other book personally, god dammit Eric. With my haul of loot in hand, I move myself back to my seat, planting them next to my feet and reopenning the "Species of Mekkan".
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"I can't say this is exactly where I expected you to end up." A voice speaks up from the dark of the room, pulling me away from the depths of my mind as I read. I jolt slightly as I twist my head to face the voice, I hadn't even heard the door squeak open, I didn't expect Edward to be moving around in plain clothes, he's not even wearing his boots. I look around myself, I lost myself in the books, and I assume the larger pile on my left is the ones that I've read through, given that I placed the others to my right, the sun no longer shines in the room either. I smile sheepishly and close my book, I was re-reading the "Application of Magic" again, magic, such an interesting fantastical concept, it's still strange to think that I'm in a world with it. There's a small pinch of bitterness in me though, so close to magic, and even with my desire, I can't use it.
"Hey Eddy boy, turns out I like books a fair bit. Wanna join?" I reply and offer the man, as much as I want to toss a book at him to read it anyways, I prevent myself from doing so, not everyone would like books. He looks thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head, much to my disappointment.
"I've no interest in the books here, unless Eric shoved in a few more since the last time, he'd likely be too busy with his 'paintings'." He declines, and I can imagine the air quotes around paintings there. I snicker, but I feel my face heat lightly, while they look nice, they're also a tad, uh, raunchy.
"I suppose that's fair, I'm surprised I like these books so much, especially the ones about magic! Can you use magic Eddy boy? Have you been holding out on me?" I ask teasingly, resting my face on a hand. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.
"I'm not exactly the greatest at it, but I can use a small amount of mana in me, normally to light fires when I lack the flint to do so. Why do you have such an interest in it though, Fuzz?" He asks me, walking over and dragging his own chair to place next to me. I hum and think over the question, I can't just say 'it wasn't possible at home because its fictional', that'd out me and I'm not going through that, Anna knowing of my.. situation I suppose I can call it is more than enough people.
"Well... it's such a strange concept to me for whatever reason, it can be used for harm and health, and its so malleable, how does healing magic work? Does it force the body to knit itself together? I'm meant to be magic resistant, but does it work differently for soothing spells? How about teleportation? Do you just imagine yourself somewhere else and you force your mana to just make you appear there? I can't test any of this shit and it pisses me off, cause magic is cool!" I finish my mini rant with a huff, slouching in the chair while Edward continues to snicker, one of his hands whapping at my arm.
"Didn't think I'd see you so excited over something like magic, then again, I guess you don't exactly remember it much, do you?" He asks, though it seems like a rhetorical question, his tone taking an oddly soft tone with it. I sigh, rubbing at my face and brushing a hand through my hair, I feel bad for not telling him the truth, but it doesn't do anything for him, and I'm not really lying, just withholding some information.
"Yeah, it's a bit of a drag, but I'm remembering some things, like the Templar Towers. I get a weird feeling about those." I shiver and rub at my arm, a chill running through my limbs. I feel strange whenever I talk about it about it, it seems unnatural and wrong, like something's dully grating against my brain.
"Hm, maybe it's cause you're a Basitin? Hell if I know. Oh yeah, what's with your clothes?" I raise an eyebrow, clothes? I look where Edward's pointing, my cloak bundled at the top of the chair. Oh right, Kathrin took my stuff to fix them up, she must've put them on the chair when I was reading, did I just not hear her? I take them off and look over them, the small hole in the cloaks been covered and stitched together, so finely that I almost can't see the stitches itself. Slipping it over myself feels like a warm blanket, smiling as I wrap it around my arms, god bless this warmth. Can't forget the gloves too, the stitching work is much like the one done on my cloak, although it's a white and more noticeable stitch. I hum in thought as I run a finger over it, admittedly I know little about stitching things together, I'm better at breaking them down, it just seems odd. The hole's sealed on both sides, and I slide them on and stretch my fingers around. I take a final look at myself and smile again, wardrobes all together now, and it feels just like normal. Better thank Kathrin when I see her again.
"I didn't realise she finished it already, I gave them over to Kathrin to seal the holes in it. They look alright to me, felt a little naked without them though." I ramble on, still enjoying the swish of my cloak, god I didn't realise I'd miss this thing. I look down to Edward, his eyebrow raised and lips curled into a smirk.
"You stripped in front of it?" His tone is teasing and yet, almost accusatory, it's a strange thing to hear, especially from him. I feel my ears droop as my tail wraps around my leg, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow back.
"It? You mean Kathrin? I kind of had to, she can't exactly stitch clothes up when they're on me. What's with you though? You've been a little off since we got here." I take a seat next to him and bore my eyes into his. He seems a little taken aback for a moment, but he waves his hand in a dismissive way.
"Was just a jest is all, don't worry bout it too much." He tries to brush it off, but I can see through his little mask there. I squinting as I reach over and jab a finger into his cheek, softly for the most part.
"Nupe, I'm not taking that as an answer. I know you don't like keidran and all, but if you know Eric then you probably know Kathrin, so you shouldn't be surprised that she's here. I noticed it back at Lucy's too, you seemed off there as well, so it's not solely because of Kathrin. What's going on there?" I continue to glare at him while I basically interrogate him, still jabbing at his cheek with a covered finger tip. I can see his jaw clench and unclench, a hand rubbing at the bridge of his nose. I feel a touch of worry over my heart, have I pushed too far?
"Zeke, I'm not great at the whole talking thing, I just don't like how hurt you sounded when we were at Lucy's, and I don't like the thought of you being alone with a keidran, entirely because of last night. You're dumb and naïve and vulnerable, I don't like the thought of someone using that to their advantage, you remind me of someone." It looks as if it physically pains him to push that information out of himself, but he finally manages to do it, slouching into the chair himself with a deep sigh, finally turning to face me with tired and brooding eyes. I blink, it's almost hard to decipher that information, Edward's actually worried for me, worried about me? Who do I remind him of?
"Edward.." I smile sadly as leap onto my chair's arm, reaching down and bringing his head into my chest, giving him a warm and tight squeeze. His face morphs into a confused one, looking up to me with a bewildered expression.
"Zeke? What are you doing?" He asks as I rest my head on top of his, clenching around him softly.
"Your worry about me is cute and all, but I feel bad that you're worried to begin with, I promise I'll be safer for you then, and I'm giving you a hug because you need it." I explain to him as I pat at his back.
"This is stupid and very likely looks weird, also I can feel your chain mail digging into my face, let me go you Fuzzy bastard." I snicker as he expresses his discomfort in a deadpan voice, a hand lightly whacking at my arm. I hold him there for a few seconds longer before letting him go, his normally flat or proud looking face is a bit flustered as he runs his hand through his hair.
"If you bring this up ever, I'll deny it then beat you." He stands and stretches, his bones cracking into place. I stand up myself and nudge him with my elbow.
"You can damn well try, I haven't actually lost to you yet, and my slipping accident doesn't count" I retort, I can see him roll his eyes just before I approach the door, opening it and letting fresh air flow over me, maybe I was in this stuffy room a bit long. "Lets get going then Eddy boy."
We leave the room, I breathe in the cool and crisper air as we walk through the walls of the house, it feels strange, but I do already miss those books. Maybe I should buy some? Lucy has a heap over at her clinic, house thing, maybe I could buy some off of her or a local book shop?
"So, did you manage to hear from either of the merchants?" I quiz the man as I roll my shoulders around, smoothing out the knots I already feel in my shoulders, surely I wasn't forcing them in an uncomfortable position for that long.
"Our charges are currently within the city discussing with other merchants and trading goods, Gerome did not wish to join myself in coming up to visit you and Eric, and I suppose Kathrin too, Vector's joined to him at the hip." Edward replies formally, as if delivering a report. It's an eyebrow raising way to respond, but I suppose he is a guardsman, he's likely had to do it more than a few times.
"I did talk to Eric about their, uh, connection with each other, can't say I'm surprised that they don't get along." I shrug and wince, a twinge of pain running through my shoulder as I force a crack, that kind of hurt, but it's a dull pain at least. Edward raises an eyebrow, but doesn't ask whatever question might be running through his brain, instead focusing on walking forward and down the steps. I look around the ground floor, I can't see Eric or Kathrin anywhere, I wonder what they're up to. I blink and shiver, nevermind, I don't want to know what they're up to.
"Eric's surprisingly hospitable too, it's a nice change of pace from certain others." I mention idly as we reach the bottom, even if he's a tad strange with his ah, tastes, he's still rather polite.
"Hm? I don't recall any noticeable hostility from the Inn we've last visited." Edward looks confused, and I match his face with a puzzled one of my own.
"You're a human, in a human town, as a paying customer. I'm a Basitin who more often than not is mistaken as a weird keidran, so the old dude from the last Inn was a bit of a tool." Edwards face takes a small 'o' shape, I can almost see the gears turning in his head. His face of realization turns to a glowering one as he lets out a heated breath. I roll my eyes and poke at his face as we take a seat, I don't think either of us has a plan on how to pass the time.
"No, you're not allowed to try to beat him up for it." I say jokingly and lean on a hand, snickering as he rolls his eyes.
"It was definitely a thought I had, admittedly." He responds, both of chuckling in good humour, it's pleasant. We both remain silent for a while, it's a comfortable silence at least, I sigh as my eyes flicker, rubbing at them afterwards.
"Jes- By the Gods, I'm tired as hell for some reason." I say aloud, groaning again and smothering them with my hands. It wakes me up just a tad, at least.
"You didn't exactly get much sleep last night, Zeke." Edward points out, both verbally and with a digit. Oh yeah, good point.
"I guess that's true, but you didn't either, so let's get a good nights sleep tonight. Do you think Eric might let us stay a night?" I ask aloud, tilting my head further into my hand as I hum. Would Eric mind? I don't want to take advantage of the man, after all.
"I don't see why not, the other two probably have their own plans for the night after all." Edward replies, a small shrug from his crossed arms, he probably doesn't know, at least not for sure.
"Hm, how do you know Eric anyways?" He hums in thought as I question him, leaning back in his chair. He takes a while to respond, and I imagine that he's just in his thoughts.
"Well.. To make a long story short, my Father works extremely closely with the Templars, so much so that Uncle and I just assume he is one, at least unofficially. I've been to Wreathwood in other times with my Father before he went East, so I know Roderick and by him Eric a slight bit because of it, less so Roderick though, he's often on Templar business." He explains, and I hang onto his words, there's Edward backstory! How exciting. The thought of a younger Edward hanging onto his fathers cloak is a cute one, and I chuckle at it. It's strange to hear him be so open about it, normally the mans pride keeps his lips shut, but maybe he's feeling more open today. He's mentioned his Father a lot, as well as his Uncle, but what about anyone else? What about his mother?
..Maybe there's correlation between why he abhors keidran and why he neglects to bring up his mother? I can feel the question at the tip of my tongue, but I bite the inside of my cheek. I can still remember the last time I asked him why he hated keidran, I can still remember his flat tone barely covering his seething detestment for the question itself. I think it's best to ask another time, if at all, he'll talk about it when he's comfortable. My heart sinks as I look downwards, drumming my fingers against the table. What sort of incident has to happen to draw such permanent ire? I have a few ideas, though I don't want to think on them too much.
"Did you ever tell Eric that you flirted with his brother? I'll do it myself if you don't." I plant my face into the table and groan, both hands on the back of my head as I dully thunk my skull against it, much to Edwards delight given the laughter coming from him.
"That happened one bloody time and likely won't ever happen again, I panicked you prick, also it turned out fine! Stop bringing it up." I scream into the table, exasperated, though its muffled. I hear Edward snicker and feel his hand on my back, patting lightly. I feel mildly mocked, huffing as I bring my face up again and poking out my tongue to the guard bastard.
"Actually, where is Eric? Or Kathrin for that matter, do you know where they are?" I ask Edward with a small head tilt, I really do want to thank Kathrin for her handiwork, I hope it didn't take her long. Edward hums and scratches at his chin.
"I think he's in that painting room of his? I can't say I'm sure, do you wanna check?" He asks back in response, I blink and shudder, though my face heats up once again.
"As lovely as his art is, I don't really want to burst into the room when he's in the middle of his 'work', do you?" I shoot back to him, Edward coughing into a hand.
"I don't either, but you're fuzzy, you also lack self-respect and decency when it comes to these things, so you're clearly the better choice to check."
"The hell do you mean by self-respect?" I fire back at the guard, my brow furrowing, I'm genuinely confused here.
"You know, you flirt a lot with people, that's all."
"I flirt because I panic."
"You panic a lot then, I couldn't even tell, even with Rod-" I cancel the little back and forth we have by slamming my face into the table again, covering my head with my hands as I scream a muffled scream through sealed lips. Edward snickers and pats at my back again, the mocking bastard.
"I actually hate you." I sigh into the wooden table, thudding my skull against it repeatedly, backed with a little bit extra force. He's not gonna let that go, the asshole.
"I'm sure you do, Fuzz." He says sarcastically, and I can imagine the smug grin on his face. I don't look up, instead continuing my venture of thunking my forehead against the table. It doesn't really hurt, but it's the thought behind it that counts. My ears twitch as I faintly hear a door open, and that's when I face upwards, looking towards the stairs, Eric and Kathrin standing around at the top with confused faces.
"Is everything alright down here? Kathrin and I heard yelling, and we were concerned." Eric half-shouts down to us as he steps down the stairs, the fox following just behind him. I send a glare Edwards way, even as he continues to grin with his self-satisfied and smug grin, prick. I stand upright and cough to clear my voice of the slight rawness, screaming doesn't feel pleasant.
"We're alright Eric, sorry for worrying the both of you, Edward and I were just discussing things is all. Glad that you're here though, I wanted to ask if you minded us staying for the night while Gerome and his friend goes about their business. If it's no hassle of course, don't want to impose after all." I shift around awkwardly as I try to look Eric in the eye, coughing into my hand as Edward sniggers under his breath, asshole, don't you dare bring up Roderick.
"Of course! It'd be no issue, just give Kathrin some time to ready your rooms and it'll be fine.'" He replies, looking towards Kathrin briefly. She pouts slightly but nods, turning and sauntering herself up the stairs, don't stare at the tail Zeke. I guess that's that then, very hospitable of Eric to be truthful. I don't want to feel so sceptical about the mans warm reception and kindness, but there is that smidge of worry in my heart as I seat myself.
"You've our thanks, Sir Eric, as well as our apologies for springing it onto you so suddenly." I bow lightly and politely before seating myself. Eric approaches and takes a seat alongside us, much to my surprise. My ears flicker as I look over him, what's his angle?
"It's quite alright, though I do wish to ask you a few things, if you don't mind." Now that catches my interest, my ear flickers again as I look at the man, an eyebrow raised.
"That'll be perfectly fine with me, what are you wondering?" I tap my fingers against my cheek as I lay my head on it, Edward spectating us both with intrigue.
"How did you find the little library of mine? Kathrin did say you were in there for quite a while." He asks, taking off his glasses and wiping at them. I blink in surprise, that's not exactly what I was expecting.
"I actually rather enjoyed it, though I apologise for not cleaning up after myself. I'm surprised that I enjoy reading so much, especially the ones about magic." I respond to the man, biting my tongue afterwards, I don't want to go on about magic too much after all, as interesting as it is. Eric's small smile widens slightly as he places his glasses back on his face, a glint of light reflecting off of it.
"You needn't apologise about that, Kathrin would do that for you after all. Though I am glad you liked reading, Basitins I've met rarely do." That piques my interest, my ears rising upwards as I straighten myself once again, though I do send a small glare to Edward as he snickers.
"You've met other Basitins? How were they?" Eric looks confused at the question, his face reflecting it.
"Of course, there is a few Basitins who works with the Templars after all. How don't you know about them? Aren't you a Basitin too?" I smile awkwardly as I scratch the back of my neck, Edward sighing softly.
"You can't really hide that to save your life can you Fuzz?" Edward teases, prick's trying to yank my chain really hard today, I swear to god. I give him a less than happy huff and flip him off.
"Sorry about that Eric. I don't exactly have all my memories in place, it's close to amnesia, but I'm recalling some memories, like the Templar Towers and some other stuff. I don't remember my race at all, so I'm trying to see if I could piece together some things together." I explain to Eric sheepishly, I still remember my old alibi of being 'raised by humans', that went out the window pretty damn quickly, didn't it Zeke? Eric is silent for a few moments, but he does finally nod.
"I see, I'm not entirely knowledgable of amnesia, but I do know of it. You've my condolences though, at least you're recalling some memories though." He speaks apologetically, his hands clasping together.
"Pff, it's not all bad truthfully, even though I can't remember everything, I'm still me, you know?" I give him a cheerful smile as I wave him off, it really isn't that bad. There's a tingling at the back of my head, that's not entirely true. The more I remember the more I loathe my past self, and I'm definitely not like him, or me, or whatever the correct way to say it, god it's confusing. It's something I have to live with, as much as I detest it.
"Sadly, you being you means you're dumb as a rock sometimes." Edward chimes up with a soft chiding voice. I sneer jokingly at him and poke my tongue before returning my focus to Eric. He seems deep in thought, his lips pursed, and I can hear a low humming coming from him. What's he thinking about?
"Well, that really is a shame," His grin turns lecherous as the glint on his glasses covers his eyes, "I was hoping you'd know any female Basitins, I haven't the pleasure of painting any of them yet!"
I blanch and pull away from Eric, gagging lightly, I fucking knew he'd ask about that, the perverted bastard! Edwards giggling turns into full-blown laughter, and even Eric joins in on it, his perverse mask dropping and replaced with his more formal face and softer chuckling. I huff and plant my burning face back into the desk again to hide it, drooping ears doing little to hide the tittering from the two. Despite that, I do feel myself smile slightly, though I won't show it to either of them.
I'll trust Eric, and by extension Kathrin, a tad more, even if it's only at slightly closer than arms reach. Maybe Kathrin a bit more, she's kind of cute. I'm happy, surprisingly, even though there's so much that I don't think I understand just yet. I hope it's not ruined too quickly.
Authors note: I really am sorry if the latest few chapters have been somewhat slow on plot and such, I don't mean for them to be dull, but rather for character development and stuff. I promise that the new few chapters will move along faster.