Post by Grisha on Sept 13, 2020 12:38:57 GMT -8
As Grisha rushed over to the fridge, Kelly threw herself before it, spreading her arms to block his path. “Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer? It’s very hot outside and you said you were still hungry. How about you stay for lunch?”
Grisha shook his head and started running in place in his anxiety. “Grisha go! Grisha go please!”
“Will you come back? If you come back, I’ll cook for you as much as you want!”
Grisha stopped running and nodded eagerly. “Yes; yes! Grisha go! Grisha go!”
Kelly bowed her head, sighed in defeat, and stepped out of Grisha’s way. She opened the fridge for him and allowed the Saiyan to remove the crates of milk. He set them to the side and started stacking them on his carrier. Once he had them stacked, he lifted the bundle and passed his arms through the straps. Just as he turned to leave, the brunette grasped his forearm.
“Wait!” she yelled desperately.
Grisha paused and turned to regard her curiously. Kelly blushed again, tapping her fingers together. “Can I get a hug?”
Grisha smiled at her and spread his arms. “Mhm!”
Kelly happily ran over and locked her arms about Grisha’s waist, while his arms locked about her in an embrace. Her fingers wiggled their way up his back, squeezing and probing at his muscles while she nestled her cheek against the grill of his abs. Kami-sama; this is truly heaven. To be embraced by such a strong man. I am so blessed! Kelly thought.
Grisha dropped his arms and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly (she was still clinging to him). “Grisha go now. Goodbye,” he bade. He started over to the door, dragging the woman who was starting to become a headache.
She clung to him and fussed, “Are you sure you don’t need more water? Maybe something to eat for the road?”
Grisha walked over to the door and opened it. He stopped to peer down at Kelly and grabbed her arms. “Grisha good,” he told her. He then removed her arms that stubbornly locked about him.
“Grisha! Maybe there’s something else you can help me with! I need lots of help!”
Grisha set her down and waved her off dismissively. “Bye!” he bade before he quickly darted away. He immediately noticed that he had more energy. Once he had some food in his stomach, he felt he could deliver the rest of the milk easily. Unfortunately, he was like a car that needed fuel in the heat, and he only had one bladder of water. Grisha sighed. The errand was becoming a pain.
His journey across the island took him through various climates as Barkley had said it would. If Grisha had known anything about weather, then he might have thought the fact that there were desert, arctic, and jungle regions to be strange. Everywhere he went, he encountered women who were happy to see him and quite friendly. He received more water in the desert region; enjoyed hot chocolate in the winter region; and got to eat some delicious fruits from the jungle. His last stop had him scaling a mountain to its peak, and up there, he got to enjoy some eagle eggs. For starting out with an empty stomach, Grisha hadn’t expected to receive a meal throughout the day. He was concerned about missing breakfast and lunch, but he was able to have both.
The sun was setting when Grisha returned from the milk errand. Barkley was chewing on a bamboo reed, while he patiently waited for the giant to show up. His ears swiveled when he heard his approach. Uncrossing his legs, he rose to his feet and arched a doggy brow at Grisha’s appearance.
The Saiyan returned wearing only a pair of shorts. The shirt he had worn was fashioned into a headband, which soaked up the sweat from his hair and brow. Perspiration sheened off his rippling muscles that were tanned darker than when he left. Grisha waved at the beastman, cheesing happily for several reasons: 1) it was cooler when the sun went down; 2) he got to eat different kinds of food; and 3) he was finished. Grisha stopped before the dog man and bent over to rest his hands upon his knees.
“Grisha done!” Grisha chimed happily.
Barkley looked the giant up and down with one ear raised and the other lowered. “What happened to your pants?”
Grisha sat down to further catch his breath and explained, “Too hot. Pants wet; pants tore. Nice lady give Grisha shorts.”
Barkley scratched his head. “That explains why they’re so short then…”
Lena and Mr. Flurry stepped outside the B&B. Upon seeing Grisha in tiny shorts, Lena clapped a hand over her nose as her face went completely red.
“Grisha! What happened to your clothes?” she exclaimed.
Blood started to spill through her fingers, which made Grisha rise and approach her out of concern. “Lena hurt!”
Lena turned her back to him, her face glowing brighter. Those shorts…she felt as though someone had set her up. Who could have unleashed such a weapon on her? He had nice legs and the sweat was just dripping off of him like dew. She frantically waved her bloodied hand dismissively at Grisha, refusing to look at him.
“No; no; no! I am fine, Grisha! It’s okay. Sit down and rest! You must be tired!” she panicked.
Grisha snagged her wrist and raised her hand to stare at the blood on it. He then crouched and tilted his head, trying to see her face. “Let see.”
“No; no; Grisha. It’s okay!” This was so embarrassing. She happened to peek over her shoulder at Grisha’s face and then she saw it…red lip stick. Her blue eyes could have transformed into lasers, targeting the lip print on his cheek. Her hand snatched Grisha’s cheek in a pinch.
The Saiyan’s eyes swelled in alarm as Lena’s imaginary ki started to rise. He could feel her pinch gripping tighter until her hand shook. “Grisha…” she said ominously. Her blond hair fell before her face like a famed Japanese horror icon. “What is on your face?” She jerked her hand away, causing Grisha to wince and clap a hand against his cheek. He then peered down at the residue. It was a mixture of Lena’s blood and some waxy, red stuff.
Grisha rubbed his thumb over what was red lipstick before he raised it to his nose and sniffed it. Lena figured he didn’t know what it was. She removed the improvised headband from his head and unfurled the shirt. “Here…let me get it for you,” she offered. She rubbed the shirt against his cheek, and then started rubbing so hard it appeared a slither of smoke rose. Grisha bared his teeth, tilting his head away as Lena rapidly continued rubbing until a fire ignited.
“We’re they happy to see you Grisha!” Lena yelled.
“Kami!” Barkley exclaimed. He ran over to restrain Lena while Mr. Flurry batted the fire out on Grisha’s face.
Lena’s face was then red for other reasons as she angrily screamed, “No wonder it took you so long! What else did you do besides deliver milk Grisha?!”
Grisha replied, “Nothing! Why Lena angry?”
Lena closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm her temper. Grisha’s a dummy. He doesn’t know any better. Those women were probably trying to take advantage of him. I should have seen it coming the moment I glanced at the list, she pondered.
Barkley was staring up at Lena’s face. She was doing a lot of active thinking. “O…kay. Well, great job Grisha. You returned in time for dinner. You were able to deliver all the milk without any issues, I hope?”
Mr. Flurry managed to extinguish the fire and wiped at his brow. Grisha stood and gave Barkely a thumb up with a triumphant grin. “Yes!”
Barkley clapped his paws together and flashed a toothy grin. “Great. Then let’s celebrate!”
He looked back at Lena who still seemed to be in deep fuming meditation.
Poor Grisha. He probably doesn’t even know what happened, and here I’m yelling at him. Lecherous women were trying to spoil his innocence, and I didn’t even come to his defense. Lena opened her eyes, which were now streaming with tears. She dramatically ran over to the giant. “Grisha! I’m so sorry for yelling at you! You poor thing. Did those filthy women do anything to you?”
Grisha was confused by Lena’s sudden change in mood. One moment she was pissed at him, and then the next she was treating him like a victim. He glanced down at her when she slung her arms around him, squeezing him and peering up at him with glimmering eyes. What did those women do to him? Grisha could only recall all the food. His lips threatened to curl happily, but even his inept mind warned him that wasn’t a good idea. Do. Not. Smile!
“Uh…n-nothing,” he was struggling. He could feel his lips trying to twist and just before they could, he exclaimed, “Grisha hungry! Dinner good!”
“That’s right; you didn’t get to eat breakfast,” Lena recalled. She then released him and gasped. “You must not have eaten lunch either. You must be starved. Let’s go eat.”
As the four turned to head inside the B&B, Lena ordered over her shoulder, “And go put some pants on before you sit down.”
Grisha blushed. “Uh…no more pants.”
Barkley walked over to Grisha and beckoned him to follow. “I’m sure we can find you a Kame School uniform to wear as long as you don’t pretend to be a student. You haven’t gone through the training.”
“Okay,” Grisha said, following the little dog to the dojo.
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Grisha shook his head and started running in place in his anxiety. “Grisha go! Grisha go please!”
“Will you come back? If you come back, I’ll cook for you as much as you want!”
Grisha stopped running and nodded eagerly. “Yes; yes! Grisha go! Grisha go!”
Kelly bowed her head, sighed in defeat, and stepped out of Grisha’s way. She opened the fridge for him and allowed the Saiyan to remove the crates of milk. He set them to the side and started stacking them on his carrier. Once he had them stacked, he lifted the bundle and passed his arms through the straps. Just as he turned to leave, the brunette grasped his forearm.
“Wait!” she yelled desperately.
Grisha paused and turned to regard her curiously. Kelly blushed again, tapping her fingers together. “Can I get a hug?”
Grisha smiled at her and spread his arms. “Mhm!”
Kelly happily ran over and locked her arms about Grisha’s waist, while his arms locked about her in an embrace. Her fingers wiggled their way up his back, squeezing and probing at his muscles while she nestled her cheek against the grill of his abs. Kami-sama; this is truly heaven. To be embraced by such a strong man. I am so blessed! Kelly thought.
Grisha dropped his arms and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly (she was still clinging to him). “Grisha go now. Goodbye,” he bade. He started over to the door, dragging the woman who was starting to become a headache.
She clung to him and fussed, “Are you sure you don’t need more water? Maybe something to eat for the road?”
Grisha walked over to the door and opened it. He stopped to peer down at Kelly and grabbed her arms. “Grisha good,” he told her. He then removed her arms that stubbornly locked about him.
“Grisha! Maybe there’s something else you can help me with! I need lots of help!”
Grisha set her down and waved her off dismissively. “Bye!” he bade before he quickly darted away. He immediately noticed that he had more energy. Once he had some food in his stomach, he felt he could deliver the rest of the milk easily. Unfortunately, he was like a car that needed fuel in the heat, and he only had one bladder of water. Grisha sighed. The errand was becoming a pain.
His journey across the island took him through various climates as Barkley had said it would. If Grisha had known anything about weather, then he might have thought the fact that there were desert, arctic, and jungle regions to be strange. Everywhere he went, he encountered women who were happy to see him and quite friendly. He received more water in the desert region; enjoyed hot chocolate in the winter region; and got to eat some delicious fruits from the jungle. His last stop had him scaling a mountain to its peak, and up there, he got to enjoy some eagle eggs. For starting out with an empty stomach, Grisha hadn’t expected to receive a meal throughout the day. He was concerned about missing breakfast and lunch, but he was able to have both.
The sun was setting when Grisha returned from the milk errand. Barkley was chewing on a bamboo reed, while he patiently waited for the giant to show up. His ears swiveled when he heard his approach. Uncrossing his legs, he rose to his feet and arched a doggy brow at Grisha’s appearance.
The Saiyan returned wearing only a pair of shorts. The shirt he had worn was fashioned into a headband, which soaked up the sweat from his hair and brow. Perspiration sheened off his rippling muscles that were tanned darker than when he left. Grisha waved at the beastman, cheesing happily for several reasons: 1) it was cooler when the sun went down; 2) he got to eat different kinds of food; and 3) he was finished. Grisha stopped before the dog man and bent over to rest his hands upon his knees.
“Grisha done!” Grisha chimed happily.
Barkley looked the giant up and down with one ear raised and the other lowered. “What happened to your pants?”
Grisha sat down to further catch his breath and explained, “Too hot. Pants wet; pants tore. Nice lady give Grisha shorts.”
Barkley scratched his head. “That explains why they’re so short then…”
Lena and Mr. Flurry stepped outside the B&B. Upon seeing Grisha in tiny shorts, Lena clapped a hand over her nose as her face went completely red.
“Grisha! What happened to your clothes?” she exclaimed.
Blood started to spill through her fingers, which made Grisha rise and approach her out of concern. “Lena hurt!”
Lena turned her back to him, her face glowing brighter. Those shorts…she felt as though someone had set her up. Who could have unleashed such a weapon on her? He had nice legs and the sweat was just dripping off of him like dew. She frantically waved her bloodied hand dismissively at Grisha, refusing to look at him.
“No; no; no! I am fine, Grisha! It’s okay. Sit down and rest! You must be tired!” she panicked.
Grisha snagged her wrist and raised her hand to stare at the blood on it. He then crouched and tilted his head, trying to see her face. “Let see.”
“No; no; Grisha. It’s okay!” This was so embarrassing. She happened to peek over her shoulder at Grisha’s face and then she saw it…red lip stick. Her blue eyes could have transformed into lasers, targeting the lip print on his cheek. Her hand snatched Grisha’s cheek in a pinch.
The Saiyan’s eyes swelled in alarm as Lena’s imaginary ki started to rise. He could feel her pinch gripping tighter until her hand shook. “Grisha…” she said ominously. Her blond hair fell before her face like a famed Japanese horror icon. “What is on your face?” She jerked her hand away, causing Grisha to wince and clap a hand against his cheek. He then peered down at the residue. It was a mixture of Lena’s blood and some waxy, red stuff.
Grisha rubbed his thumb over what was red lipstick before he raised it to his nose and sniffed it. Lena figured he didn’t know what it was. She removed the improvised headband from his head and unfurled the shirt. “Here…let me get it for you,” she offered. She rubbed the shirt against his cheek, and then started rubbing so hard it appeared a slither of smoke rose. Grisha bared his teeth, tilting his head away as Lena rapidly continued rubbing until a fire ignited.
“We’re they happy to see you Grisha!” Lena yelled.
“Kami!” Barkley exclaimed. He ran over to restrain Lena while Mr. Flurry batted the fire out on Grisha’s face.
Lena’s face was then red for other reasons as she angrily screamed, “No wonder it took you so long! What else did you do besides deliver milk Grisha?!”
Grisha replied, “Nothing! Why Lena angry?”
Lena closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm her temper. Grisha’s a dummy. He doesn’t know any better. Those women were probably trying to take advantage of him. I should have seen it coming the moment I glanced at the list, she pondered.
Barkley was staring up at Lena’s face. She was doing a lot of active thinking. “O…kay. Well, great job Grisha. You returned in time for dinner. You were able to deliver all the milk without any issues, I hope?”
Mr. Flurry managed to extinguish the fire and wiped at his brow. Grisha stood and gave Barkely a thumb up with a triumphant grin. “Yes!”
Barkley clapped his paws together and flashed a toothy grin. “Great. Then let’s celebrate!”
He looked back at Lena who still seemed to be in deep fuming meditation.
Poor Grisha. He probably doesn’t even know what happened, and here I’m yelling at him. Lecherous women were trying to spoil his innocence, and I didn’t even come to his defense. Lena opened her eyes, which were now streaming with tears. She dramatically ran over to the giant. “Grisha! I’m so sorry for yelling at you! You poor thing. Did those filthy women do anything to you?”
Grisha was confused by Lena’s sudden change in mood. One moment she was pissed at him, and then the next she was treating him like a victim. He glanced down at her when she slung her arms around him, squeezing him and peering up at him with glimmering eyes. What did those women do to him? Grisha could only recall all the food. His lips threatened to curl happily, but even his inept mind warned him that wasn’t a good idea. Do. Not. Smile!
“Uh…n-nothing,” he was struggling. He could feel his lips trying to twist and just before they could, he exclaimed, “Grisha hungry! Dinner good!”
“That’s right; you didn’t get to eat breakfast,” Lena recalled. She then released him and gasped. “You must not have eaten lunch either. You must be starved. Let’s go eat.”
As the four turned to head inside the B&B, Lena ordered over her shoulder, “And go put some pants on before you sit down.”
Grisha blushed. “Uh…no more pants.”
Barkley walked over to Grisha and beckoned him to follow. “I’m sure we can find you a Kame School uniform to wear as long as you don’t pretend to be a student. You haven’t gone through the training.”
“Okay,” Grisha said, following the little dog to the dojo.
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