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Next part! The helicopter ride is long so Rene and Nicole decide to kill time with some games, including a gag I stole from Babylon 5 :P
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Cold Weather and Warm Company
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About an hour after lifting off, Nicole tried to take René’s mind of his impending doom by suggesting a game. She’s been regretting it ever since.
“I spy with my little eye…” René looked out of the helicopter. “Something starting with…‘L.’”
“Land.” Nicole answered blandly.
“Right! Um, okay! I spy with my little eye…something starting with ‘M!’ ”
“More land.” Nicole groaned.
“Two in a row! You ARE good at this!” René nodded, missing Nicole’s exquisite groan of pain. “I spy with my little eye, something starting with ‘E’”
“I give up.” Nicole sighed as she wondered whether or not she’d be condemned harshly if she were to throw him out of the helicopter.
“Come on…” He prodded her.
Nicole had a funny look cross her face. “This better not be—” She warned with a groan, knowing that it was.
“Even more land,” they said together.
“…And that’s when I threw him out Your Honor.” Nicole tested how it would sound in court. She shook her head. It’d never hold up in court. Darn fox was too cute. Nicole was so engrossed in her thoughts that she missed whatever it was René just said. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, ‘how about we play Twenty Questions?’” He repeated. “It’s a great way to kill time—”
“—instead of killing brain cells.” Nicole mumbled to herself. Louder, she agreed. “Sure, why not? Mind if I go first?”
René nodded slowly. “Okay! Go ahead.”
“So…what music do you like?” Nicole asked.
“Mostly classical music.” He shrugged. “But I do like Nightwish.” René thought about his question to her. “So what’s your favorite color?”
“Mango.” She answered.
“…Mango’s a FRUIT. How can it be a color?”
“It’s BOTH. It’s bright, fun to look at and tasty too!” Nicole replied. “So what’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten?”
“Besides your mother’s cookies?” René asked in bemusement. “They’re so good they’re scary!”
Nicole rolled her eyes. “Very funny.”
“Seriously, I think that would be the food from this place that makes the most bizarre sushi combinations.” René thought out loud. “One of them tried mixing in jellybeans with rice, fish, and curry. I almost threw up. Some things just shouldn’t be mixed.” He shuddered.
“Okay, boxers or…” She trailed off. The standard question was a bit pointless. René flushed.
“I’d have to say ‘or.’” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “What was your first victory at school?”
“It was against Emily actually.” She answered, naming her team’s leader.
“Really?”
“Oh yeah.” Nicole stretched. “She tried using Focus Punch for the first time…didn’t work as well as she would have liked. I’ve been trying to get her to rely less on psychic attacks and trying to be more physical…like me!”
“You’re physical enough for ten.” René quipped. Nicole cocked her head at him.
“Beg pardon?”
“Oh! I just meant that you, um, used a lot of physical techniques during our match.” René flushed. Nicole shrugged.
“Thanks, but Nicolas says I need to be more ‘hands on.’” She frowned. “I’m not sure what he means…I can toss him around easily!”
“Um, are you sure he meant that about your battles?” René asked.
“He didn’t specify. Why? What else do you think he could be talking abo—oh.” She blushed.
René smiled. It was nice to know he wasn’t the only occasionally oblivious one here. Nicole coughed and asked another question. “So, how did you train for our fight?”
“Sam put me through my paces.” René shrugged. “She came up with most of the training regimen and I asked Romano what the word was on how you fought.”
“Really?” Nicole blinked, unconsciously echoing René. “When I train against an unfamiliar opponent I ask Sexton to transform into her or him and practice against him. My brother prefers watching videos of training sessions and matches. He has a bit of a voyeuristic streak in him.” She added with an eye roll.
René’s muzzle crinkled. “Thanks for sharing. Okay, my turn to ask: any thoughts on evolution?”
“Well—” Nicole shifted uncomfortably. “I’m actually planning of evolving next year, when I’m a junior.”
“You do?” René fought to keep his voice neutral. He’d just gotten to know her and thought she looked cute the way she was.
Nicole herself had similar thoughts. “Yeah. I’m a bit…concerned about how I’d look and adjust to a new body. But what about you? You got any plans to become a ninetails like your mom?”
“I…don’t know.” René admitted. “I mean, I’ve got enough things going on to worry about that for a while. Heck, I think I should try to comfortable with the body I already have before I think about trading up!”
“Heh heh.” Nicole laughed weakly. René winced and wanted to punch himself in the face. He still never dared to ask what Nicole thought about his transgender nature; his dressing like a female, acting like a female…wishing to BE female.
“Besides!” He blurted out. “I, er, have enough tails to deal with for now anyway.”
“That’s true.” Nicole admitted as she turned around to look at René’s numerous bushy tails, just lying there on the floor. She shuddered. It was cold. They were hundreds of feet up in the air and she hadn’t changed into her skiing clothes, deciding to do that at the resort. She regretted that decision now. “But there’s enough.” She mumbled as she stopped rubbing her arms and grabbed his tails and dropped them in her lap.
The vulpix attached to those tails couldn’t help but notice, his jaw dropping. “Nicole?!? What are you—?”
“I’m FREEZING!” Nicole defended herself as she draped the tails over her like a blanket, burrowing her face into one. “This is what you get when you’re bald all over.” Nicole snuggled René’s tail. “I’m just lucky you’re so fluffy!”
René’s cheeks warmed. “Thanks.” He squeaked as she hugged his tails. “Glad to be of service.”
“Good.” She murmured as she leaned her face against his tail, her eyelids drooping. “I’m just going to…rest my eyes for a while. Let me know when we get there. All right?”
René nodded numbly.
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Cold Weather and Warm Company
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About an hour after lifting off, Nicole tried to take René’s mind of his impending doom by suggesting a game. She’s been regretting it ever since.
“I spy with my little eye…” René looked out of the helicopter. “Something starting with…‘L.’”
“Land.” Nicole answered blandly.
“Right! Um, okay! I spy with my little eye…something starting with ‘M!’ ”
“More land.” Nicole groaned.
“Two in a row! You ARE good at this!” René nodded, missing Nicole’s exquisite groan of pain. “I spy with my little eye, something starting with ‘E’”
“I give up.” Nicole sighed as she wondered whether or not she’d be condemned harshly if she were to throw him out of the helicopter.
“Come on…” He prodded her.
Nicole had a funny look cross her face. “This better not be—” She warned with a groan, knowing that it was.
“Even more land,” they said together.
“…And that’s when I threw him out Your Honor.” Nicole tested how it would sound in court. She shook her head. It’d never hold up in court. Darn fox was too cute. Nicole was so engrossed in her thoughts that she missed whatever it was René just said. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, ‘how about we play Twenty Questions?’” He repeated. “It’s a great way to kill time—”
“—instead of killing brain cells.” Nicole mumbled to herself. Louder, she agreed. “Sure, why not? Mind if I go first?”
René nodded slowly. “Okay! Go ahead.”
“So…what music do you like?” Nicole asked.
“Mostly classical music.” He shrugged. “But I do like Nightwish.” René thought about his question to her. “So what’s your favorite color?”
“Mango.” She answered.
“…Mango’s a FRUIT. How can it be a color?”
“It’s BOTH. It’s bright, fun to look at and tasty too!” Nicole replied. “So what’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten?”
“Besides your mother’s cookies?” René asked in bemusement. “They’re so good they’re scary!”
Nicole rolled her eyes. “Very funny.”
“Seriously, I think that would be the food from this place that makes the most bizarre sushi combinations.” René thought out loud. “One of them tried mixing in jellybeans with rice, fish, and curry. I almost threw up. Some things just shouldn’t be mixed.” He shuddered.
“Okay, boxers or…” She trailed off. The standard question was a bit pointless. René flushed.
“I’d have to say ‘or.’” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “What was your first victory at school?”
“It was against Emily actually.” She answered, naming her team’s leader.
“Really?”
“Oh yeah.” Nicole stretched. “She tried using Focus Punch for the first time…didn’t work as well as she would have liked. I’ve been trying to get her to rely less on psychic attacks and trying to be more physical…like me!”
“You’re physical enough for ten.” René quipped. Nicole cocked her head at him.
“Beg pardon?”
“Oh! I just meant that you, um, used a lot of physical techniques during our match.” René flushed. Nicole shrugged.
“Thanks, but Nicolas says I need to be more ‘hands on.’” She frowned. “I’m not sure what he means…I can toss him around easily!”
“Um, are you sure he meant that about your battles?” René asked.
“He didn’t specify. Why? What else do you think he could be talking abo—oh.” She blushed.
René smiled. It was nice to know he wasn’t the only occasionally oblivious one here. Nicole coughed and asked another question. “So, how did you train for our fight?”
“Sam put me through my paces.” René shrugged. “She came up with most of the training regimen and I asked Romano what the word was on how you fought.”
“Really?” Nicole blinked, unconsciously echoing René. “When I train against an unfamiliar opponent I ask Sexton to transform into her or him and practice against him. My brother prefers watching videos of training sessions and matches. He has a bit of a voyeuristic streak in him.” She added with an eye roll.
René’s muzzle crinkled. “Thanks for sharing. Okay, my turn to ask: any thoughts on evolution?”
“Well—” Nicole shifted uncomfortably. “I’m actually planning of evolving next year, when I’m a junior.”
“You do?” René fought to keep his voice neutral. He’d just gotten to know her and thought she looked cute the way she was.
Nicole herself had similar thoughts. “Yeah. I’m a bit…concerned about how I’d look and adjust to a new body. But what about you? You got any plans to become a ninetails like your mom?”
“I…don’t know.” René admitted. “I mean, I’ve got enough things going on to worry about that for a while. Heck, I think I should try to comfortable with the body I already have before I think about trading up!”
“Heh heh.” Nicole laughed weakly. René winced and wanted to punch himself in the face. He still never dared to ask what Nicole thought about his transgender nature; his dressing like a female, acting like a female…wishing to BE female.
“Besides!” He blurted out. “I, er, have enough tails to deal with for now anyway.”
“That’s true.” Nicole admitted as she turned around to look at René’s numerous bushy tails, just lying there on the floor. She shuddered. It was cold. They were hundreds of feet up in the air and she hadn’t changed into her skiing clothes, deciding to do that at the resort. She regretted that decision now. “But there’s enough.” She mumbled as she stopped rubbing her arms and grabbed his tails and dropped them in her lap.
The vulpix attached to those tails couldn’t help but notice, his jaw dropping. “Nicole?!? What are you—?”
“I’m FREEZING!” Nicole defended herself as she draped the tails over her like a blanket, burrowing her face into one. “This is what you get when you’re bald all over.” Nicole snuggled René’s tail. “I’m just lucky you’re so fluffy!”
René’s cheeks warmed. “Thanks.” He squeaked as she hugged his tails. “Glad to be of service.”
“Good.” She murmured as she leaned her face against his tail, her eyelids drooping. “I’m just going to…rest my eyes for a while. Let me know when we get there. All right?”
René nodded numbly.
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good chapter, i have a pretty werid food story too, my friends and i all went to get burritos and we ended up putting them in a pot and mashing them together till it was like a liquidy cheesy deathball, then we pured a shitload of mayonaise into it and told our friend to eat it cause he didnt know we put mayonaise in it...he actually ate it but after a while he got sick, and whats even funnier is that grandma started eatiing too.
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