Traveling in general was never an easy task for anyone; even those whose wanderlust sets them adrift often will usually agree that the mundane task of unpacking one's luggage is perhaps the most taxing part of the experience. While onboard earlier, the walls surrounding their private room onboard the first class train ride had prevented her and Mayor Bell from seeing the investigators who were sharing the same railroad car as them, just knowing that they were within the same vicinity as them had made Naomi on-guard throughout the entire journey mentally exhausting.
Having only put away her bathroom essentials and whatever else was easy enough to shove away into a cabinet without having to re-organize her belongings altogether, Naomi found herself sitting back on her leather recliner in just her sweaty beige bra, and a pair of comfortable yoga pants to cover her bottom as she propped the seat back while resting her legs up. Closing her heavy eyelids while laying the back of her head up against the recliner's cushion padding, the lawyer blindly reached over to the pack of cigarettes she had placed beside the cup of whiskey-on-ice she had on top of her end table.
'Sometimes, I wish I could let things go for my own sake… Honestly, I don't know why I'm bothering— it's not like they're breaking the law, or anything that would land them in serious hot water,' Naomi mused to herself, as she popped open the top of her case of smokes. Taking a single cigarette out and putting the pack back down where it had been, Naomi made a 'V' with her index finger and middle finger before silently casting a low-effort spell to create a constant arc of blue electricity between her fingertips— creating a heat source that she used to lit the tip of her cigarette, before waving her hand like she had touched something hot, in order to break the spell.
Skillfully, Naomi took a drag of her cigarette that she was keeping in place between her tightened lips as she reached down to pick up glass of whiskey— exhaling through her nostrils, while keeping the smoke in place as she opened her eyelids half way while taking a long gulp of her ice-cold beverage. Blowing out a hot breath that left an alcoholic taste on her tongue, Naomi took another drag of her cigarette as put the shot-glass of whiskey in her other hand— using her freed hand to use the dial buttons on the landline phone she had on her end desk, after picking up the handset to tick it between her bare shoulder, and the side of her face.
Raising her glass to her lips to take another drink of whiskey, Naomi heard the line ringing only for a short while before finally someone had picked up on the other end. "Mhmmm… Ahh… S-Sorry about that— I'm stretchin', hol' up," the young teenager on the other end of the phone apologized, before finishing her yawn and finally answering the phone properly with, "Good evenin', you've reached "Advent Guild" Hotel, Jacqueline Jackson speakin', how can I help ya'?"
"Evening, Ms. Jackson; this is Naomi Yoshimura speaking… Listen, I need some information in regards to anyone who's checked in for either an indefinite amount of time, or who are sticking around town longer than a few months," the lawyer explained bluntly— being too tired to even tolerate the idea of making small talk with the teenager, before taking another swig of whiskey and adding, "I'm expecting there to be ten different names, Ms. Jackson."
Hearing the faint sounds of acrylic nails tapping away at what was certainly a mechanical keyboard, it wasn't long until Naomi heard Jacqueline reply. "Mmmm… Actually Ms. Yoshimura, I've got like… Twenty people who fit that criteria; granted, it looks like they came in groups of ten, and checked in at different times… Did ya' still want the names of them, ma'am?"
The shock alone of what she had just heard caused Naomi to not only accidentally drop her half-consumed glass of whiskey, but her still burning cigarette fell from her gaped mouth as she went wide eyed, before quickly cussing up a storm once she realized what she had just done. 'Twenty?! Did I miscount them?! But then what about the different check in times?! What does that even mean?! Are they two different groups entirely?! Mages?!' Naomi wondered to herself, as she used the side of the emptied shot-glass to snuff out her cigarette before tossing it inside of the cup— putting it down on her end table, and switching it out for her trusty notepad and pen instead.
"Ms. Yoshimura?! Hey, are ya still there?!" Jacqueline asked with a concerned, feisty voice— causing Naomi to readjust the handset back between her bare shoulder and the side of her face, as she lowered the footrest of her leather recliner.
"Uh huh; yeah, I'm ready to hear those names," Naomi replied, before beginning to carefully listen and scribe the information that was being given to her by the hotel desk receptionist; the aroma of wood-barrel whiskey and nicotine lingering in her home-based office, as she fought off the temptation of sleep for the betterment of her concerns.
And while Naomi was writing down the information that was being relayed over the phone to her, there was quite a turn out for the nightly market being held at the beach. Stretching toward the waters of the bay itself was a large wooden pier that, despite its name 'Old Fisherman's Wharf', had more to offer to its residents and visitors than just promising vantage points for sport. With many whimsically themed shops, boat tours, and restaurants lining both sides of the wharf, the Old Fisherman's Wharf— with all of its strung up lights, music, and entertainment— made for quite the attraction.
With the light of the full moon glimmering down from the star-painted night above, the gentle shores of the bay brought forth a salty breeze that could be smelt faintly through the plentra of various smells emanating from the restaurants and food stands— all of which creating a relaxing and inviting atmosphere for those who were walking the hustling-bustling pier. Finding herself surrounded by those who were enamored by the sights, smells, and sounds of the nightly event, Kiyoko Aura remained alert and on guard as she made her way through the crowds of shoppers— her keen blue eyes scanning the area before her, as she kept her right hand fastened around the handle of her silver-plated briefcase.
'So far, I'm getting the impression that all is what it appears to be… No sentries, no suspicious activity, just… Just happy people, enjoying themselves… Perhaps I am being overly cautious— if such a thing were even possible,' the chief constable thought to herself, as continued to wake her way past the shops and outgoing people and entities around here— a lingering suspicion being reserved for the non-humans amongst the crowds of shoppers, as she kept a close eye on each and every one of them that she passed by.
'It's hard to wrap my head around it… Even knowing the history of this town, I find it difficult to accept… Goblins, elves, ogres, anthros… They're all melded in with the human populace,' Kiyoko mused to herself, while feeling some guilt coursing through her as she passed by a large goblin family of energetic yet well-behaved individuals that included a small little girl who smiled and waved at her as she passed by them. 'I'd imagine that even if she were to know that I was an authoritative figure that she and the rest of her ilk would still smile at me… This place… It truly is a one of a kind place,' Kiyoko thought to herself, as she raised her left hand to wave back at the small goblin girl with a gentle smile of her own— loosening her grip around the handle of her briefcase ever so slightly.
Slowing down the speed of her pace, Kiyoko took a moment to take in a deep, concentrated breath of air into her lungs— the salty taste of the ocean palatable in the back of her tongue— before exhaling all of her pent up stress softly through her beautiful, parted lips. 'It's fine… Everything's fine,' the chief constable reassured herself silently, and relaxed her shoulders and posture as she continued down toward the end of the Old Fisherman's Wharf. 'Wonder how everyone else is doing… Sasaki and Suzuya dropped their guards already, I know that much for certain… Wonder if Arima or Kamishiro warmed up here themselves? Sometimes, I wonder if those two are more paranoid than myself.'
Thinking of her squad members who were spread out through Crescent Bay brought a warm smile across the woman's makeup-colored lips, which in turn made her feel all the more tranquil as she approached the two-story seafood restaurant that had its storefront facing towards her. Walking towards the left corner of the restaurant, where there were public restrooms available near where the wooden safety rails were, Kiyoko took the flight of steps up along the side of the restaurant, which led up to the seating area up on the building's rooftop.
Although everyone walking down on the first-story of the Old Fisherman's Wharf were all on good behavior and were quite respectful towards one another, the rooftop lounge was far less crowded than the pier itself; the smooth house-music playing outdoor speakers and candle-lit seating areas were more Kiyoko's speed. With fewer bodies to radiate warmth up on the roof, the fifty-two year old investigator had to rely on her white turtleneck sweater and brown fur-lined cardigan to keep her top warm— her nipples hardening underneath the soft cups of bra, and caused her to feel mildly stimulated as she stood at the edge of the wooden railing.
Facing out toward the vast horizon before her, Kiyoko became mesmerized as she watched the moonlight dancing along the shimmering waves of the nearly pitch-black waters within the massive bay itself— the sound several stories beneath of the waves crashing against the reinforced pillars that supported the heavy wharf calming her down enough to finally set her briefcase down by her feet. Unburdened by the thought of having to use her concealed weapon, just the act of having her hand released from its handle was enough to elicit a sigh of relief from Kiyoko, allowing her to finally begin relaxing, as she continued to admire the natural beauty of the oceanic view before her.
With her guard lowered to a minimum, while still being alert of her surroundings, the fatigue of having traveled from the Clock Tower, to New Marina, and finally to Crescent Bay had finally caught up with the fifty-two year old investigator— her eyelids starting to feel heavy, as the combined sounds from the music and waves began to lull her closer-and-closer to sleep. Just when she began to lightly snore with her eyes a sliver away from being closed shut, Kiyoko softly jolted awake— groaning quietly before letting out a small yawn, as she reached up with one hand to rub her palm down the front of her face.
'Annnnnd now would be the appropriate time for a late-night latte,' Kiyoko thought sarcastically to herself, as took a moment to compose herself before reaching down to pick her briefcase from the floor. Having already taken note of several different cafes that she saw while making the trek down the wharf, the chief constable of the Clock Tower was about to get herself a caffeinated drink. But upon turning her back toward the bay, it was then that her heart skipped a beat when she noticed a pale-skinned woman with dark-blue hair swept over half of her face.
However, the sudden shock gave way to relief, and then soft laughter, which thoroughly confused the young woman who was standing a meter away from her. "Heh, haha…! T-Touka, sweetheart, you almost made me jump— naughty girl," Kiyoko chuckled, as she walked over toward the confused eighteen year-old to greet her with a one-armed side hug, and a tender kiss on the lips— each of them carefully making sure to keep a handle on their briefcases, as it was easy to activate the internal mechanism that kept the weapons concealed inside their false silver-casings.
Pulling away from the hug with a sarcastic smirk across her face, Touka leaned toward her left hip as she raised her eyebrow at her squad leader. "Let me guess: you thought I was that lawyer, didn't ya?" Touka asked rhetorically, and watched Kiyoko giggle some more before playfully sighing and adding, "Tch, I knew it…! It's like the fifth time that's happened…!"
Flashing a good-hearted smirk towards her way, Kiyoko had an amused look on her face as she shot back with, "Now don't be bitter, my little rabbit! Need I remind you just how strikingly similar you Ms. Yoshimura look?"
Blinking once and expressing shock on her youthful face, Touka let out a bemused scoff as she muttered, "Is that what that stuck-up bitch's name was…?" Sliding her hands into the pockets of her black-jacket that she wore over her dark-purple hoodie, Touka chortled before adding, "Speaking of her, I've got to say that I'm pretty shocked that none of us ran into her or that scantily dressed mayor; I figured they would have given us a harder time."
"Hmmm, well… The night's still young, my love; and who's to say they're not mucking around behind the scene?" Kiyoko half-jokingly mused, while conveying her suspicions to Touka before segueing into what the young investigator had brought up. "So, you already made contact with everyone else then? What are they up to?"
Shrugging her shoulders softly, Touka relaxed her posture as she thought back to her most recent encounters with her colleagues. "Well… Last I checked, Haise and Juuzou were both effing' around at some Cerulean tavern. Itori and Rize were both dropping a shitload of coins at this one witchcraft emporium. And uh… Arima and Ihei are still walking through downtown, as far as I know, meanwhile Mutsuki and Saiko… Ugh… Those two are still probably sitting on their asses, back at the hotel; "watching our possessions", or whatever," Touka relayed with a bit of annoyance in her voice.
Catching on quickly, Kiyoko gave Touka an understanding yet still stern look, which was effective alone due to the older woman being more than a foot taller. "Darling, we've discussed it: we utilize each other where we can, and accommodate each other with empathy— not with resentment," Kiyoko said, while using the same motherly voice that she only used whenever she had to discuss small issues amongst those in her squad.
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Touka closed her eyelids shut as she tightened her lips; recomposing herself and biting back her tongue, before softly exhaling through her nostrils, "Tch… Y-Yeah, I know— I know," Touka murmured in a low, raspy voice, before taking another deep breath as she opened her eyelids while curling the corners of her lips upwards into a small smile. "Guess I can't blame those two too much; after all, this is all supposed to be a vacation, isn't it?"
Softening her stern look into an expression of fondness, Kiyoko exhaled her withheld breath through her lips; reaching up with one hand to caress the side of Touka's cheek, before smiling gently at her as she brought the young woman's face closer to hers. With the tips of their noses touching and their eyes staring intently into one another's, the mature woman could feel the blood rushing to the teenager's cheek as she said in a low, affectionate voice, "It's not a vacation for me, if my little white rabbit isn't with me," before closing her little sweet-nothing with a firm kiss on the smitten girl's lips.
Lacking the years of experience that the chief constable had over her, the lovesick teenager wanted nothing more than to match her fifty-two year old girlfriend's flirtatious banter with her own. However, all that she could manage to articulate while gushing over how fired up their deep kiss was an awkward, "Mmm, mhmmm…~! Yeeaaa, heh, haha…~!"
'How sappy! For someone who's as hot headed and standoffish as her, she certainly has her cute moments,' Kiyoko thought fondly of her young girlfriend; her own cheeks growing a deepening shade of red, as she pulled Touka back in for another kiss. Locking lips, the giddy giggles of affection reverberating from within their throats as they kept their mouths pressed up against one another's began to soon transition into deep moans mixed in with deep breaths— their lips beginning to move up-and-down, which allowed Touka to breathe into Kiyoko's warm opened-mouth, as the mature woman accepted the excited teenager's tongue into her oral cavity.
'Naughty girl! Doesn't she know we're in public?! Can't even wait until we're alone to do this…!' Kiyoko thought to herself, while feeling both aroused and worried about the prospect of what others would think, while sliding her tongue underneath Touka's as she began to suck on it— causing the shameless teenager to reach up to lustfully cusp her hand over the well-endowed woman's left tit. Suspecting what was about to happen, Kiyoko's safety training kicked in and caused her to immediately stretch her left hand out— a translucent blue-and-green light emulating from her fingertips, as she managed to cast a telekinetic spell to safely lower their briefcases down, just in time to prevent the reckless teenager from accidentally setting them off in the midst of her growing desires.
Letting out a muffled gasp as she felt Touka's fingers squeezing down on the cushioned passing of her forty-four inch GG cup, Kiyoko was reminded of how much more easily aroused her younger lover was— not more than a second passed before Kiyoko's lower back involuntarily arched, as she felt Touka reaching around to grab a hand full of her ass. 'Damnit, girl! You're going to get us in trouble if you keep on like this…!' Kiyoko wanted to scold, but when she tried pulling away from the kiss Touka simply stepped forward to press herself closer to her— leaning up on her tippy toes to prevent the kiss from breaking, all while drooling into the mature woman's mouth.
'Damnit, not again…! She's gotten all fired up again— accursed hormones,' Kiyoko thought annoyingly and with burning lust of her own, as she felt her blood beginning rush down to her excited groin while feeling Touka's own firm, perky tits pushing up beneath hers— the teenager's hand rapidly gliding down from where she had been fondling her, in order to pull Kiyoko's wide hips closer to hers. Upon feeling the hormonal teenager trying to thrust her crotch against her denim-covered pant leg, while trying to keep her in place by tightening her grip on her ample buttcheek and by her lovehandle, Kiyoko decided to finally break out of Touka's grasp, before the two of them could catch a public-indecency charge.
'Easy girl, easy there,' Kiyoko wanted to say to Touka, as she reached down to slid her hand in between the small gap of their abdomens— softly pressing her palm against the lust-consumed teenager's shirt-covered tummy, before silently casting a spell that had its gentle-blue light concealed from how close their bodies were to one another.
With her mind altered from how powerful her lust was, it took Touka several moments of being frozen in place to finally register that something was afoot— her entire body covered in a flicking-blue silhouette of light, as her frozen eyes watched Kiyoko sliding out of her grip, before taking a step back to stare at her with a bemused expression on her face.
'What is this?! What did she… Oh… Oh shit, I got carried away again,' Touka's clouded mind finally cleared up enough to recognize, as her nearly feral sexual-frustration quickly transformed into that of embarrassment, and regret.
Clicking her tongue against the side of her cheek, Kiyoko shook her head playfully at Touka as she raised her sleeved arm up to wipe away all of the teenager's excess drool that had smeared the makeup from her lips. "Hmm…! While I am indeed flattered by how… Ravenous I make you, "Little Miss Kirishima", need I remind you of where we are~?" Kiyoko quipped; sounding borderline patronizing, as she gestured with her lowered hand at all the onlookers who had been watching them with reactions ranging from horrified, to morbidly intrigued.
"Now… I'm going to reverse the stasis spell, and then we'll be on our merry way; I'm thinking that you and I make a pit stop somewhere that serves REAL lattes, before we retire back to our hotel room," Kiyoko spoke while using clear, and concise voice with Touka— so as to ensure that the two of them were on the same exact page. "If you're a good girl, and keep your hands to yourself until you and I get ourselves somewhere that has a little more… Privacy, then well… Perhaps then you and I can continue where we last left off," Kiyoko said with a flirtatious tone, while reaching up to seductively brush the dark-blue strands of swept-over hair from her forehead, as she took a step closer toward the magically-frozen teenager.
"… And when that happens, you'll be free to put your body of every inch of "Mommy's" strong, inviting figure— she'll let you take your pent up frustration out on her juicy, round rump, and let you spread her big loving-thighs open for you to make love to her, as if there was no tomorrow," Kiyoko whispered against her better judgment into Touka's ear; pulling back with burning cheeks, just to stare teasingly into the younger woman's frozen eyes.
'I just signed my night away from this out-of-control girl— I probably won't be sitting right in the morning after she's done with me… But oh well; sometimes, I guess I just can't help myself,' Kiyoko thought to herself while smiling mischievously; feeling invigorated by their antics, and from the raw attraction that Touka had for her.
Taking a step back from the horny teenager— so as to not get immediately pounced on and placed back into the same situation she had gotten out of moments ago— Kiyoko spent the next few minutes talking to her captive listener about a few promising cafes she had managed to steak out, while walking down the Old Fisherman's Wharf; purposefully giving Touka enough time to cool-down, after having had her desires to have rough sex with the mature woman reignited by the dirty promise of getting laid that night.
Within less than a kilometer of where the Old Fisherman's Wharf was having their nightly market, the two young investigators who had been entrusted with the task of staying behind to ensure that the separate hotel room they were using as their place of operations were beginning to grow hungrier and hungrier by the passing moment. Occupying the one queen-sized bed that wasn't being used to house their squad's pooled-together dirty laundry— as they haven't quite figured out how their laundry operations would pan out— there laid a chubby pale girl with large blue eyes in nothing but an oversized white shirt, and a pair of frilled panties; her eyes gaze fixated on the screen of the television across the room from her, as her clammy hands gripped the handles of her controller tightly.
"Mutsukiiiiii…! What's taking so looooonggg-GUH?!" The hungry short-stacked girl demanded in a lazy, and whiny voice, as the other woman in question heard the sounds of her pressing the controls and moving the joystick of her controller aggressively.
Hiding her annoyance, Mutsuki turned her head towards her shoulder to give her fellow squad member a side-eyed glance— her green eyes fixating on how unkempt the short girl looked, who had her long, messy blue hair spilling all around the stack of pillows she had piled up behind her, so as to use them as a makeshift back cushion while she played her Nintendo 64. "This… This place isn't like Londobell, Saiko; it's a small town… No one's offering to deliver food at this hour," Mutsuki explained in a low spoken voice.
"Tch, well that's stupid— tell them that they're stupid, Mutsuki," Saiko immaturely scoffed, as she continued to control the digitalized and anthropomorphic bear on her screen— using the orange bird he kept in his blue backpack to fly over a gap between two floating platforms.
Rolling her eyes, Mutsuki tapped her fingers against the page of the phone book she had it opened to, all while shrugging her shoulders at the blue-haired gamer. 'Can't even take the effort to glance my way, can she? What am, her goddamn babysitter? What's next, she wants me to wipe her ass?' Mutsuki thought bitterly to herself, before immediately recoiling as she shook her head.
'Stop it. Don't think like that. Control… Control your thoughts.' Mutsuki tried telling herself, while still feeling aggravated and under appreciated. "Well… That's just the way it is here, unfortunately," Mutsuki shot back, before adding, "And unless you're willing to put down the controller long enough to go out for take-away, I think we should just wait until someone comes back to relieve us of duty."
Scrunching her brows together, Saiko let out an amused chuckle as she asked, "Relieve of duty? What do we need to be relieved of? We're not doing anything all that important, Mutsuki; we're just here to make sure that housekeeping doesn't stick their noses in where it doesn't belong," before doubling down with, "As a matter of fact… Since Saiko's already doing a pretty good job with holding down the fort, and seeing how you're in the mood to get some steps in-"
"-I… I don't know if that would be a good idea, Saiko; if I went out by self and left you here, no good would come from it," Mutsuki interrupted with an uneasy voice, before feeling immediately uncomfortable the moment her comment caused Saiko to pause the game— nausea following suit, as Saiko finally turned to look over at her with narrowed eyes.
"… A-And what's that supposed to mean, Mutsuki…?!" Saiko asked with an accusatory voice, while appearing to be genuinely upset at the thought of being seen as unreliable. "W-What are you even trying to insinuate…?!"
'Oh no, no, no… Oh God, what did I do?! What did I say?!' Mutsuki wondered dreadfully to herself, as she saw Saiko's bottom lip already beginning to quiver as her blue eyes threatened to glisten with tears. "Uh?! N-Nothing! Nothing, n-nothing at all, Saiko— I-I wasn't trying to insinuate anything," Mutsuki stammered out while losing her appetite, as she shook her head while smiling nervously back at her.
Already working herself up, Saiko's breathing was growing shallow and rapid as her face began to redden as tears began trickling down her eyelids. "T-Then why…?! W-Why would you say something like that?!"
'Look at that, you a piece of shit… You made her cry. This is your fault— all of this is your fault,' Mutsuki's spiraling mind began to blame herself, as the room seemed to spin the more her oncoming panic began to make her feel more-and-more lightheaded.
"N-No… N-No, It's just…! I-It's just that— y-you know how I get when we get sent out to new locations! Walking out by myself makes me feel… S-Scared," Mutsuki elaborated with a less frantic voice, as the last word she had spoken made her feel as though her stomach was churning.
'Coward. Pathetic. You made it about yourself again— selfish cunt. Couldn't even let her grieve, could you? Worthless bitch,' Mutsuki thought, as her intrusive thoughts demeaned her for what she saw as a selfish act.
"Oh… Oh, Mutsuki, I…" Saiko trailed off, while softening her expression into that of a look of genuine concern. She then slid her chubby legs off of the bed before hopping off of the mattress— walking immediately over to Mutsuki to console her with a hug, while nuzzling the shaken woman's shoulder with her round cheek.
"Saiko… Saiko's sorry, Mutsuki; s-she should have known better…" The blue-haired girl apologized with a sincere voice, and made sure to continue holding the other investigator until she knew for certain that she was settled down.
Taking in a recomposing breath, Mutsuki nodded her head silently while smiling softly back at Saiko— exchanging assuring stares at one another, before quietly murmuring, "It's… It's fine… I-I'm good, I'm good."
Hushing her like one would do to an upset child, Saiko reached up to brush her chubby fingers through Mutsuki's strands of jaw-length turquoise-colored hair. "Saiko knows, Mutsuki— Saiko knows," the consoling woman spoke in a sweet, soft-spoken voice— comforting the girl she was cuddling up to, before suddenly getting an idea that would relieve them of having to discuss the matter of dinner further.
"Say… Why doesn't Saiko call that tavern "Maman" and Juuzou went off to?" Saiko suggested with a pleased tone in her gentle voice, as she pulled her large head away from Mutsuki's shoulder to look her happily in the eye. "We can have them come back to the hotel early to bring us both a hot meal…! Oh, and then "Maman" can take us both to the hot tub, and let Juuzou watch the room while we're outside for a bit! Doesn't that sound nice, Mutsuki?!" Saiko asked with a warm look on her far calmer looking face.
'Hot tubbing…? What the hell? She doesn't even like going outside… She must be saying that out of a sense of guilt,' Mutsuki thought to herself, as a momentary wave of guilt washed over her before dissipating at the thought of being accompanied by a certain individual.
'I still feel pretty sick right now… Haise makes my… Undesirable thoughts go away… I'm certain he can fix me again this time, and make things all better,' Mutsuki thought to herself while feeling her internal discomfort already leaving her body, at just the mere thought of Saiko's precious "Maman".
A genuine smile then began forming on Mutsuki's face; her dark skinned cheeks beginning to grow even more colored, as her detailed imagination began painting a picture of her nestled up to Haise, while the two of them sat together with Saiko nuzzled up to him on his otherside. "I… I would like that, Saiko," Mutsuki said with a restrained excitement forming on her face. "I would… Like that a whole lot, actually."
Enthralled by the reaction her proposal had gotten, Saiko took a step back and began hopping up-and-down while clapping excitedly. "C'est parfait! That's perfect! Here, you go play while Saiko calls the tavern," Saiko instructed, before using her enhanced strength to effortlessly pull Mutsuki out of the chair she had been sitting in; whistling a cute tone to herself, as she lifted the surprised woman over her shoulders, as if though she weighed nothing to her.
"Here ya go, Mutsuki! Rest up, and leave the rest to Saiko!" The enthusiastic girl said, before carefully placing the woman who had every muscle in her body tensed up down on the queen-sized mattress— making sure to hand her the television remote, before turning back around to make her way to where the table with the landline phone was. Plopping her cushy bottom down on the leather sofa chair that she had earlier dubbed as their room's designated "Cuck Chair", Saiko scanned through the page that the phone book had been left open on; getting the phone number to "Guido's Tavern", before dialing them up.
Holding the headset to her ear and mouth, Saiko patiently waited on the line, and perked up upon hearing someone on the other line picking up. "G-Good evening, and thank you for calling "Guido's Tavern"! This is Karrah Zeppoli speaking, how can I help you?"
"Hiiiii Karrah, this is Saiko Yonebayashi~! Saiko was wondering if you could ask around for a "Haise Sasaki", and or "Juuzou Suzuya", please!" Saiko asked politely in her cute voice, thinking that she had to lay on the charm with the cashier, who in turn didn't even think twice about abiding by her request.
"Uh, of course! Give me one moment to ask around— please don't hang up," Karrah instructed, before placing the phone down to begin presumably going around the tavern to ask around for Haise, and for Juuzou; leaving Saiko to begin discussing with Mutsuki about what kind of food she wanted the two of them to bring them back for supper, while the dark-skinned woman laid on her side and engage in conversation with her, up until finally Saiko heard a very familiar, and warm voice answering the phone.
"Hello, Saiko! What did you call-?"
"-MAMAAAAAN! Saiko's really hungrrryyyyy, and she needs you to bring her and Mutsuki food right NOOOOOWWW-UGHHH!" Saiko whined obnoxiously— causing Mutsuki to recoil a bit, as she watched the blue-haired girl begin throwing a tantrum while stomping her feet repeatedly against the carpeted floor.
And so, Mutsuki got comfortable and tried not to pay attention to the rest of what Saiko vented over the phone to Haise— letting her squad member complain about whatever she felt like getting off of her large chest, while she switched her attention onto the television screen that was mounted on the wall above where Saiko had set up her Nintendo 64. '… What channel would Animal Planet be on?' Mutsuki thought to herself, while making an effort to block out Saiko as the flustered woman ranted to Haise about how she was wasting away from hunger, and about the tragedy of when she realized she had left her personal headphones back at the Clock Tower.