Researching a Ball and a Bat

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 77 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 256	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

Ryuu’s wife really liked to throw things, so he decided to go and make something so that she could throw things all she wanted without harming dwarves in the process (not that Ryuu minded if the dwarf was harmed in any way). He decided to make balls of several sizes and weights so that they could simulate throwing dwarves of several sizes, but his first one would be for more people and for fun. He would make a baseball that people could throw around, and in addition to that, he would have his wife make a metal bat so that people could start playing sports in the neighborhoods all around town. He knew it was going to be a hit with the Landers and he was pretty sure that it would be a hit with the adventurers too. Who didn’t like to relax?

The tailor decided he would be the one to make amazing things, including the baseball and balls in general. He’d have Caer also craft a basketball hoop later, but one thing at a time, no? Ryuu began to grab all the materials he needed… from dense material to light fabrics, all of which he would need. To create a ball that could be thrown. He hoped Kyuu would enjoy the thing he planned to research. He hadn’t told her any plans of it yet, but she would figure it out eventually, especially after he told her what he wanted her to make. Ryuu smiled and waited for his beloved wife to show up.

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305 words		...
With little to do and having finished crafting all of the existing blacksmith recipes, Caerbannog walked around Londinium for a while. The city had changed little but outside of the walls, she heard of a new area that had been discovered: Avon. The samurai was unfamiliar with the geography of the real-world London, but she had heard of such a place. If Sarum was present-day Salisbury, was the new Avon area like the present-day Avon too? Only time will tell, and if she actually went out to check the new place. But aside from that, discoveries at the Londinium Underground led to minor advancements in technology; rather curious, she thought. Perhaps it was time to switch to mechanic? One crafting class at a time though, otherwise she might get burned out. Since her weapons and armor were made of metal, Caerbannog had to make her blacksmith class catch up to her main class’ level first. It was no small feat for it took the girl a lot of mindless grinding to get to Level 90, and there was no doubt in her mind that leveling up her smithing class would be equally tiresome if not even moreso. Done with her walk, Caerbannog headed back to the Abbey. She took out a cool bottle of the grape drink with jelly, Mogu-mogu, and the samurai sipped the thing every now and then. It was a nice reminder of the life that she left behind; a small consolation afforded by the game system of Elder Tale. The samurai walked past most of the empty rooms that still needed renovation until she came across one that had a makeshift work area. Kumori was there and he seemed to have been waiting for something. “Hellooooo~” the wolf-hair waved to the assassin before she took another sip of her drink, “Whatchu doin?”

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 77 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 325	Tags: @dindeen	Skills: Skill name

Caerbannog showed up just in time to witness his creation. He smiled and looked over towards his wife and smiled before answering her question. “You know how you like throwing the dwarf? It gave me an idea to make something for everyone to enjoy, or maybe even use as a weapon. I was thinking of making a baseball for you to throw around and stuff. What do you think? We can even start crafting things like bats and stuff and I can make all the bases and stuff like that so that we can play baseball or kickball or things like that! What do you think? he asked her, excitedly. He hoped his wife would join him in his venture to attempt to make a pastime for people to enjoy. Well not just a single pastime, but multiple pastimes. Many things can be done with a ball of various types and hobbies could be formed as well as many forms of recreation. There were several football pitches that were in London in the real world, Ryuu wondered if he could find one that was still functional and make a soccer ball as well as goal posts for people to use. He was trying to make this world into a new home, to create pastimes that everyone would be able to enjoy. If his wife was in on the idea, Ryuu would smile and tell him more about his ideas.

“If we do this right, we can make some pretty amazing stuff! I have all the material I can use to make a great baseball and we can go play catch and stuff! I’ll even make gloves for us to use,” he smiled ecstatically. He couldn’t contain the jubilation he felt about making things that could make this world more like the world they had come from. He couldn’t help but making this world his own, rather than allowing the world to take advantage of him.

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1020 words		Sorrel and Elkeid
Before Elder Tale, before Aeryn, before the whole business of getting married in Westminster Abbey and having an elite centipede as the ring-bearer, Kumori and Caerbannog were not husband and wife. They were not even boyfriend and girlfriend. They were just friends who had perhaps a more than friendly relationship. More than friends but not quite lovers, one would say; though in their naiveté and denial, they referred to it as a sort-of sibling relationship. But it was because of those platonic days that they were able to know more about each other, and so eventually it led to something that everyone around them was apparently hoping for. Still, even with wedding rings on their person, the husband and his wife were still good friends first and foremost. It was because of that understanding that Caerbannog giggled when Kumori began to speak non-stop. He had a tendency to talk a lot but it rarely ever bothered her. In fact, she found it rather adorable. N-not that she’d admit it verbally of course! The samurai will be the only one to know that she thinks the young man was very cute when he was chatty... like some kid who’d just discovered the wonderful effects of putting paper under a magnifying lens while he was out in the yard. Every now and then, Caerbannog sipped on her drink as she nodded at everything that her dear husband and friend said. He went on and on about it, and his habit of repeating words soon popped up too. This time, it was “stuff”. “Ryuu-nii...” Caer finally put a hand on the tailor’s shoulder, “Calm down. One thing at a time, okay?” The wolf-hair looked around the room and wondered if everything was in place. She first glanced at work bench but could not make heads or tails of the tools that the tailor put there for his own use. Aside from thread, cloth and needle, Caerbannog did not know anything else about tailoring. Oh, and scissors. Those were always useful. If that work bench was occupied, she would have to place her craft on a smaller portion of it so that the crafted metal would not dirty the cloths and threads. Caerbannog took the tailor’s chalk- ah, that one she could remember- and drew a vertical line on the work bench. She had separated a very small portion of the table, about a fifth of it. “I put my stuff here,” the girl said as she put down the chalk, and then she pointed to the larger part of the division, “And you work there.” The blacksmith took out a portable set of blacksmithing tools including a small furnace that was attached to its own quenching tub. She then placed an anvil close to it and upon that anvil she put her heavy smithing hammer. It was going to be the same old thing as always for her, the blacksmith; Kumori’s crafting class was looking more interesting at that moment. She wished that she could go back to cooking already but eh, there was a mystical event that provided bonus experience points to crafting classes at the moment so she would rather use that to get her blacksmithing to as high a level as she could. Smithing was useful, there was no contesting that, but it was also annoyingly repetitive and she was slowly running out of brain cells because all work and little play. Researching all those pet items was fun, but those researches were on queue and pending to be checked by the system. Can’t have anything game-breaking in Elder Tale now as the world might asplode, but she hoped that they would be accepted eventually with some minor adjustments. After she put her other tools on her side of the work bench, Caerbannog stepped in front of the furnace and put a bunch of coals in it. She then lit them up and slowly, they began to burn up. The wolf-hair made sure to put the back side of the furnace up against a window so that the smoke would go out there. Asphyxiation and carbon monoxide poisoning were not nice after all. Since she was using coal, they burned steadily but slowly and would take some time before they were ready for any smithing work. In the mean time, Caerbannog hopped back to the work bench. She put on her smithy gear which was overalls and a tank top. Without a word, the blacksmith then tugged at Kumori’s arm until there was some distance between his body and the work bench. Caer then made sure that he was comfortably sitting down, and afterwards she plopped down on his lap and faced whatever way he was facing. “I wait for furnace,” the wolf-hair said; she then leaned back and looked up at the tailor, “I can watch you work with your hands?” Teehee. Get your mind out of the gutter. Caer was just curious about tailoring work and being Caer, she was still rather oblivious of certain things that “affect” men. Having been used to fooling around (innocently) with Kumori and using him as a pillow or a chair, their current status as husband and wife meant little to nothing to her aside from the fact that society now saw them as a legitimate couple. The wolf-hair was still bound to do whatever she wanted to do, and sometimes it would seem inappropriate. Like that time when- “I think some landers saw my boobies,” she bluntly said to her husband the moment that he looked down at her, “I think I was drunk back then but I remembered it just now.” She had thought about that day in the Midnight Bell at Grain Village where she met the werecat Sorrel for the first time. Caerbannog remembered something about mums and crying and wailing and an ancient armor and a ruined statue, but aside from that there was not much else. Oh, and the monk Elkeid was there. Why did she think of it just now? Because Kumori was just as mum-like to her; she was Kumori’s Sorrel, and he was Caer’s Elkeid.

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 77 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 1011	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

Why couldn’t she just tell him that she liked it when he ranted on like this? He really liked hearing things from his wife, even if it still hadn’t dawned upon her that they were husband and wife. The real problem, however, was on Kumori’s shoulders. He had to figure out how to tell his wife that being his wife meant more than just hanging out with each other and chatting. It was more than their typical routine from before, what their friendship was when they were younger. If only Kumori knew what she was thinking. She hadn’t slipped up in telling him telepathically when she was nervous as much. She must have gotten used to controlling those tendencies.

The samurai put her hand on his shoulder to calm him down. Since when did she become so grown up? Was it the married life? Did she now think she was an adult because she was married? He wanted to protest, however, because he was excited and couldn’t think about calming down or even about sitting still. He wanted to keep saying “stuff” and stuff, but his wife was the one who was more sensible at the moment. Ryuu nodded as he still beamed and tried his hardest not to start running around and making himself busy. He wanted to jump for joy that he would be able to do stuff with his waifu more. Ryuu watched her intensely as she began clearing off parts of his work table and provided herself only a very small fraction of the bench. Now that wouldn’t do! As her husband and lover, he could not stand for this injustice. He moved all of his stuff so that the space was equal to each other. He also didn’t mind if she reached over for anything or required a bit more space. He shook his head and explained. “No, Kyuu… we’re married now. What belongs to me also belongs to you. We can split the table half way, but if you need the entire table, then we’ll share our time together, okay?” he asked her. He hoped she responded favorably. They hadn’t fought since they’d gotten married. Not to say they haven’t fought ever, but they just haven’t fought since then.

Kumori, after solving the space issue, start working and cut several pieces of fabric as well as grabbing the dense rubber-like material in order to use as the core of the ball. He began to warp the core into the ball shape. He had several metal molds to shape the ball into and he would bake the core in those molds so that they would maintain form as well as harden from their current malleable form. While he was rolling the ball into the ball shape, Kyuu had pulled him away from the work bench so that there was space between him and the work bench. Ryuu looked at his wife wondering what she was trying to do. She then plopped herself onto his lap without any warning. Ryuu blushed and suppressed a yelp. His arms were naturally around Kyuu and his hands were stretched out towards the table. He tried to work as best as he could, hoping that her placement would not bother him too much.

Oh who was he kidding. A cute girl was on his lap, and unintentionally (probably) made a sexual innuendo. She even told him that she had flashed a bunch of landers because she was drunk. Ryuu stopped working after she said that and his hands stopped moving. Was he mad? Was he angry? Nah, he was just sad. “I-I still haven’t seen your boobies… and I’m married to you,” he said with a strong hint of sadness. Ryuu placed his left arm around her navel and used his right hand to push her chin towards his face. He kissed her on the lips. She couldn’t escape, at least not unless she head-butted him or popped up and moved back and hit him in the sensitive region of his body. Usually, he’d still work, had this been months ago when they weren’t married, but it was because they were lovers and because they were married that he would go so far, even so far as to be bold and kiss his wife.

Now, readers, you may be expecting some ecchi things to happen in the future, but to tell you the truth, this is a PG-13 board and I don’t fancy getting banned, so I’m sorry, but this is probably as far as you’ll get to see or read. Kumori is laughing at your faces because you can’t see! HAHA~ Ahem! Anyways…

After the kiss that he gave Kyuu, he wondered what her reaction would be. Would she try to make it go longer? Would she cut it short? Would Kumori’s jaw be hurting because she head-butted him in the chin? Questions to these answers were to be told by none other than Kyuu. Ryuu just wants to be with his waifu, 100% of the way. He wants to make sure that their relationship is as strong as ever and that she would only go further if she wanted to. Hell, she was a very, very, very independent woman, and Ryuu wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, but why would he? He loved that part about her.

Ryuu pulled away from his wife and opened his eyes to look her in the face. “You know… the more you tempt me, the more I won’t be able to resist my urges,” he said. He didn’t try to hide the fact that he was turned on… hell she’d be able to feel it. Or at least, she should be able to feel it. It was easy for him to let his guard down, especially when it’s only his wife in front of him. He could care less if she knew. He wanted her to know that she had this effect on him. He just hoped that it was enough to tell her that it had this effect on him.

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1045 words		Missed a Flag
Even though the blacksmith had done her best to tidy up the table so that Kumori could have a lot of work space, the tailor thought it better to split it up half and half. To this, Caerbannog frowned slightly; he’d always been rather committed to keeping things even down to the point. Sometimes the wolf-hair wanted to give him a bit more but the young man’s Ally of Justice demeanor tended to be quite the turn off at certain times. The samurai merely sighed and went on about her business, until there came that point when she mischievously sat down on her husband’s lap and initiated a scene that was reminiscent of making a choice in an eroge. One would think that Kumori, having been more socially active and romantic than Caerbannog what with having had various girlfriends in the real world, would have recognized a flag being waved at his face but no... nope. Hearing a guy say the word “boobies” is quite the turn off. When a girl says it, it’s cute; but when a guy says it... it sounds more like a joke than a raised flag so nope. NOOOPE. And then the kiss came. It was not entirely unexpected, but Caer was surprised nonetheless and she was in no mood to be kissing. Being the clueless Caer Bear, who did not think even for a moment that things that happen in eroge would happen in real life, she jolted backwards when her own husband pressed his warm lips against hers and held her chin up so that she could not get away. As a result, the blacksmith unintentionally rubbed against That-Which-Must-Not-Be-Rubbed... and it rubbed her back. “KYAAA!!!” Caer screamed right into Kumori’s face as her head shot up and hit the young man squarely on the jaw. Almost instantly, Caerbannog bolted out of their seat while she nursed the pain on her forehead. Her level was higher than his, but an ouchie was an ouchie in any world or game; this ouchie really hurt. While Kumori managed to say something about urges and whatnot, the blacksmith sat down on the other end of the bench with tears just about ready to stream down her face. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands before the tears fell; the pain had already subsided and so there was no need for the crybaby to actually cry. “That was so owie...” the wolf-hair said as she touched her hurting forehead one last time. She then slid over to Kumori and gently kissed the spot that she unintentionally headbutted, “I’m sorry.” Just then, the furnace sputtered. It was all suitably heated up and ready. Quite the timely distraction too for the tailor had his balls to tend to and the blacksmith had her bat to mold and polish. Caer put on her thick blacksmithing gloves, picked the largest steel ingot in the lot using her smithing tongs, and then she put it into the furnace right over the hot coals. The gloves protected her hand from the heat that crept from the coals, onto the ingot and up the tongs. Getting burned, seared or sweaty was unavoidable with her crafting class, but the wolf-hair was determined to get the highest blacksmithing level that she could manage before she would switch back to being a chef. Caer momentarily looked over to her husband but when the flames on the coal leapt and sizzled, she knew to pay more attention to what she was doing. Playing with fire, both literally and figuratively, never ended well if one went about it haphazardly. Once the steel ingot was red hot and ready to be struck with her hammer, Caerbannog pulled the tongs and the ingot out of the furnace. She placed it upon her anvil and while her left hand held the ingot in place with the blacksmithing tongs, the right hand grabbed her smithy hammer and raised it overhead. With one heavy strike, she stretched the heated ingot by delivering pressure to its middle part. More heavy strikes followed so that the ingot would be slowly stretched to the length that was appropriate to a baseball bat. She estimated that it should be about the length of her own torso, if not even longer; the diameter should be smaller than her own palm. Thinking back on real world bats though, she only ever saw wooden bats in baseball games. Caer looked down at the heavy metal ingot that had lengthened with her strikes. The upper part was slightly wider than the part which would be held by the user. She tried to lift it with one hand and it was rather heavy due to the distribution of weight. While she struck the ingot to give it a more bat-like appearance, Caer realized that metal bats would have been terribly unsafe in real world games. It could fly off to someone’s head and leave a concussion; worse, it could hit a ball and send it flying to someone nearby... which would result in something nastier than just a fracture. In Elder Tale though, a metal bat could effectively double as a weapon while being a recreational tool at the same time. Since death was not a problem for adventurers, it wouldn’t be such an issue if someone got hit with a bat either. Landers would have to be more careful though. That said, a wooden bat may be more ideal for lander use but then again, Caerbannog did not know of any active wood crafters. Renai, the adventurer who made her original Notthrafn, had vanished; perhaps he decided to clean up Windsor Dungeon and be forever its butler. “Almost done but I’m tired...” the blacksmith sighed as she quenched the metal bat which still needed to be polished all around. The wolf-hair put her tools and the unfinished bat down on the anvil close to the furnace. She then hopped over to the work table, took off her gloves which she put down beside her, and she leaned against her husband. The blacksmith faced away from the work table while the young man faced towards it as he continued his work. “Sorry, I’m all icky but I’m all poofed out...” Caerbannog cooed as she rubbed her sooty cheek against Kumori’s shoulder.

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 77 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 567	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

The samurai shot up from her seat and hit him square in the jaw. He kept this head in place, not wanting to move it in fear of exacerbating the pain. Her reaction surprised him slightly as he didn’t expect her to jump out so quickly. Had she seen him naked yet? Probably. Was it that surprising? He wondered. After a few seconds, he rubbed his chin and the pain subsided rather quickly. The headbutt and everything after had totally dampened his mood. He sighed, but he guessed that he’d just have to get Caer in the mood tonight. After saying sorry, she came over to him and kissed his chin. The tailor didn’t allow her to retreat as fast as she wanted as he lifted her head and kissed her on the lips. He smiled and then let go. “Let’s do something fun tonight,” he said with a smirk. After she retreated back to her side of the bench, Ryuu went back to work.

After molding the core and baking the core so that it was dense, but bouncy, Ryuu tested the bounciness of it. He liked the feel and thought it was just the right amount. He began bouncing and then shot pretend hoops. It was good enough to bounce and throw. He checked over to his wife to see how she was doing. He admired her handiwork and her ability to work close to a hot fire. Ryuu, on the other hand, hated heat, especially extreme heat. He smiled and returned back to his work.

He took out the orange leather and wrapped it around the core of the ball, and then drew the black lines in where the ball was normally gripped. Ryuu sewed it up and then held it away from him to see what he had accomplished. Ryuu covered his mouth and then smacked his forehead. He had just made a basketball with the intent of making a baseball. He hit his head against the table and shook his head at disappoint with himself.

He sighed as he molded a new core, and this one was much more dense and would not bounce. He baked and molded it to make it keep its shape and then baked it in the mold. After several more minutes of working with the baseball, he had made most of it. He threw it up in the air and caught it and then handed it towards Kyuu. “Did I do good?” he asked his wife enthusiastically. After her response, Ryuu would smile or frown, depending on her reaction.

He wasn’t completely finished with his craft, but neither was Kyuu. She did, however lean against him. Ryuu smiled as he loved feeling their bodies connect. Ryuu leaned in towards her and allowed her to continue rubbing her sooty face on his shoulder. He smiled and put his cheek against the top of her head. “We should do this more often… just the two of us doing stuff together,” he said to her. He wanted to hug and kiss her and give her renewed energy, but honestly, he liked this. It was in every sense serene and peaceful. He didn’t want to change anything about this moment. He loved it, even if it wasn’t in the most romantic setting. It wasn’t, however, the place that made it romantic, it was the people, and this was testament to that.

[Tobin]

(OOC: And this is why we have locks on doors people. ^__^ XD @kumori and @dindeen)

WC: 185

"Scooopidy do da, scoopdy day, mah oh mah tis a wonderful day."

At this point the door opened and the Dwarf, whom carried a hamper basket loaded what only could be described as a series of copper tubes and a pair of drums, stepped backwards into the room as he inelegantly twisted and slid the basket into a distant corner behind the furnace. All the while he spoke and it was only when he glanced toward the couple that he gave thought for pause. His face immediately turned one of fifty shades of grey.

"Ya knuw tha' moonshine still ya wanted me ta, well I dune som' shoppin n-" The fellow paused, both of his eyebrows quivered up as it occurred to him the romantic moment he had just barged into before a nervous chuckle erupted from his throat. "I'll be the brewy if ya want me."

With that he disappeared out of the room again, humming a toneless tune as Tobin disappeared back out again as nonchalantly as he arrived. A bottle of –Lv 40 Apple Wine- left unattended on the table, how subtle!

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1055 words		The Dwarf is at Fault
Before the couple went back to work, Kumori said that they should do something ‘fun’ that night. Now, in the usual married couple mindset, this would have some very naughty implications and perhaps a giggle would have escaped the wife’s lips. But oh no, not Caerbannog. By ‘fun’, she thought of some adventure into the Greatwoods or the Marshlands; even better, an outing to the blighted areas that hid away in Avon. She wondered why he wanted to do it at night though, seeing as the roads were poorly lit and there were dangerous creatures that lurked at every corner, but the samurai did not voice her concerns. She merely smiled at her husband and nodded to his suggestion, and he would have to form his own conclusions from that. A bit of time passed between their conversation, the subsequent headbutting of Kumori’s chin, and the end of the first stage of the blacksmith’s crafting. Eventually, she rested beside him and held off from answering whether he did good or not. She had noticed that he made a basketball instead of a baseball the first time around. While it was funny that the creation was accidental, it turned out pretty well so no laughter came from Caerbannog. As for the baseball, the tailor was able to work it out as well and had handed it to her before she sat down to rest. Caer turned it over in her hands a few times before she handed it back to Kumori. “You did good!” the young wife finally said. The doors had flung open but the couple had not noticed it until the Dwarf spoke up. Wasn’t he a monk? Why was he sneaking around like an assassin? Or perhaps they were just too engrossed with what they were doing that the Dwarf went unnoticed. Or the Dwarf was just that unnoticeable. Poor Dwarf. Caerbannog would have taken the baseball from Kumori, and would have thrown it right at the exiting Dwarf’s head if not for the presence of a bottle that stood out amongst the items on their work table. “Oooooooooh!” the blacksmith suddenly sat up straight as her eyes twinkled at the sight of the bottle. Caerbannog hurriedly stood up and grabbed it, and then she popped it open. There was a slightly sour but distinct aroma that escaped from it. Back in Germany, it was referred to as Apfelwein; in certain parts of the real world where pussies resided and drank non-alcoholic cider, it was referred to as “hard cider”. With fairly low alcoholic content, it was supposed to be enjoyed slowly along with a nice warm meal with some friends. Perhaps that was what the Dwarf had intended, for the couple to share it while having dinner during a cool evening. But anyone who had seen the samurai drink, and this her own husband knew, would have realized that the wolf-hair was anything but slow and steady when it came to drinking. She had the tendency to down mugs and bottles of alcohol even before they went to her head, and the usual result was a sudden shift in her reactions and an even worse desire to drink. “Bottoms up!” Caer cheerfully said and then she immediately put the bottle to her lips. She held her breath as she drank down the tangy wine and once she had to put the bottle down for a breath of air, half of it had gone down her throat already. Due to the sudden build up of gas, the samurai let out a very loud, unlady-like and cider-smelling burp. Fortunately she did not burp into the furnace... who knows what would have happened if she did. Speaking of the furnace, the blacksmith suddenly remembered that she had to continue crafting so she left the bottle of apple wine on the work table. “K! Back to work!” the wolf-hair waved at her husband and then she turned back to her tools and half-finished bat. The wolf-hair felt slightly light-headed but she thought nothing of it. With the smithy gloves protecting her hand, Caerbannog used the tongs to grab the unfinished bat; she lifted it from the anvil and put the bat into the furnace. She only needed to heat the surface long enough so that she could pound down the uneven parts of the surface. Once it seemed workable, Caer pulled the tongs and the bat out of the furnace. She then set the metal piece upon her anvil and slowly hammered down the dents with a smaller tool than the one she used before. Every few moments, the smith turned the bat around to make sure that it maintained its shape and thickness. Caer hammered down the narrowest part up towards the widest part so that the metal would not move down unevenly to the thinner portion of the bat. Soon, the metal bat was sufficiently smoothened after a few passes along its length. With that done, Caerbannog quenched the item and waited for it to be cooled down completely. The blacksmith tapped her toes against the cold floor while she waited for the bat to be ready, and once it was, she pulled it out of the quenching tub. The metal bat, dark and not the least bit nice to look at, was then placed on the work table. Caerbannog took out a can of metal polish and an old rag, then she applied the polish onto the bat after she patted it dry. Every inch of the bat was coated with the metal polish so that the remnants of its time in the furnace would be completely removed. Once the item was covered with the chemical, Caer let it stand on the work bench for a while. At this point, the alcohol had gone to her head; that’s what happens when you drink half a bottle of something alcoholic instead of taking it little by little. She took of her gloves and scooted over to the tailor with the intention of bothering him as he worked. The samurai started off by playfully swatting at the young man’s hands every now and then. “Ryuu-nii,” she started asking questions because the wine made her feel rather bold, “A husband and a wife would become a dad and a mum, right? I want a cute little boy! But hooooowwwww?”

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 77 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 637	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

Rien wants to facepalm at the fact that Neun has the uncanny ability to make it so that things that should be innuendos were turned completely the other way. It’s quite frustrating when Ryuu’s thoughts of “nightly fun times” did not align to the same fun times that Kyuu thought. Rather, it was quite sad he had yet to see anything more than her in her pajamas. Come on, wife! Give a hubby some slack. He’s needy, really needy, and he wants to do some fun things tonight that involves a bedroom and a lot of heat exchange? Think that could be provided? It probably won’t happen, but it was worth a try, right? Nah, it would just be lost in whatever world that Kyuu was thinking in. Unfortunately for Ryuu, he would probably have to come out and say it outright and tell Kyuu what he really wanted. He knew she knew what it was by it’s proper name, but her lack of knowledge in colloquial was saddening.

After he gave the baseball for Kyuu to inspect, Ryuu waited patiently and anxiously for her results. He wasn’t sure what she would think about it, but he wanted her to be happy with it. If she wasn’t, he’d do what he could to make it so that she would be content. After about a minute or two of inspection, she finally said something. She told him that he did good. After the inspection, the dwarf showed up to tell them that he had moonshine ready. Oh boy, that was a bad thing to tell Kyuu. That meant she’d be heading over there to get some drinks. She grabbed the bottle from the table that the dwarf left it on, and before Ryuu could even swipe it away, she was already downing the thing. Ryuu put his hand up as if trying to cover her mouth before she could place the top of the bottle into her mouth, but it was too late. She was too fast. Once she started, she wouldn’t stop for hours.

It was then that she burped and then decided she would continue to work. Work while drunk. That was a good idea, right? Hell no! There’s a reason why in the real world there were things called DWIs or DUIs. There was a huge reason. She was going to hurt herself! If she wasn’t level 90, Ryuu would take her tools away from her, but unfortunately, he knew she would be mostly immune to the damage she was able to inflict to herself. Ryuu watched over her as she worked, but also made the finishing touches to the balls he had made. After several minutes of tinkering and sewing, he was finally finished with the things he had made. It was then that Kyuu had asked him about becoming a mom and a dad. Ryuu looked at her and then looked his lap. He then looked back at Kyuu and scratched his head. “Do you remember the things we covered in health class? Specifically the sexual intercourse part? Well… that’s how you make babies. There’s a huge process of it that I can explain, but if you want to know that badly, I can tell you,” he said. If she said yes, he would begin a lecture on sexual intercourse and child development. Oh man, would it be awkward for him to be the one explaining the birds and the bees to his wife. It was even more awkward that his wife had no clue or idea about what it was. That would’ve definitely been really awkward. Regardless, he doubted he was going to escape from explaining what the birds and the bees were to Kyuu, so the writer decided he was too lazy to write something if Kyuu decided not to ask.

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495 words		The Dwarf is at Fault. Definitely.
The research had concluded and the equipment and materials had to be kept away, but at that point, the alcohol had gotten to Caerbannog’s head. She had asked a question that was bolder than usual; perhaps it was an invitation for a different kind of research? (WINK) Or it could just be Caer and her oblivious self. Poor Kumori had probably suffered enough, but having been the samurai’s friend before they became lovers, he should have seen it coming. (WINK WINK) One would think that his explanation would suffice, but in truth it only served to confuse the wolf-hair. The thing that they learned in class? Wasn’t that something about tadpoles swimming up a river of some sort and then their futile attempts at squeezing themselves into a squishy orb? Wait… no. That was not all there is to it. Slowly, even Caerbannog’s addled brain began to catch up to the topic at hand. Something about male and female, and their parts, and… and… “Fun times is… THAT?!” the wolf-hair’s blue eyes widened up to the point that it seemed as if they would pop out of their sockets. The bottle of Dwarf spirits almost fell from her hand, but she was able to set it beside her husband instead. The scattered pictures in her head began to make sense and slowly her mind connected the dots. They were married now, as was her parents were before the separation. Kyuu Schwarz was not the product of some mad scientist in his lab, but of a very natural process that most couples of different species were able to carry out. In turn, she and her husband would have to go through the very same process to create another life form. Caer’s eyes went back to normal and she blinked a few times at Ryuu. The samurai tugged at her husband’s clothes until he had settled down on the bench. Without a word, she then straddled the young man with her face right up against his chin. Caerbannog put her arms around Kumori’s neck and then she inched up closer to his lips, her body pressed against his. “So I… do this?” she whispered into a kiss. BURP. How embarrassing. The samurai let out a rather sweet-smelling burp due to the apple wine, but her face soon fell downwards and her forehead hit her husband’s face instead. Caerbannog’s arms fell slack as did her body, and her eyes were closed shut. No response at all. Tired from all the smithing and the sudden intake of alcohol, the wolf-hair had fallen asleep. She’d probably have no recollection of the conversation either. Ryuu could take advantage of this situation if he really was that needy, but then even the deepest slumber would probably be interrupted by certain stabbing actions and then his face might collide with the samurai’s high-level fist. Would he take the risk? Would Caerbannog remember anything from this encounter? Whose fault is this? The Dwarf’s, definitely.