Sunday Morning Finale - Breakfast, finally.

“Breakfast, finally!” John exclaimed as he put the canned tomato soup into the pot and started stirring with a wooden spoon. “Fucking does make me hungry….” Rave agreed and stretched for a piece of thread dangling from the ceiling. For a moment her flat stomach peeked out between her attire of the day: A short, loose orange top and black yoga pants.

She pulled at it and with a few clunking noises a flat screen came down on, fixed on a metallic arm in turn was fixated on a turn able disk on the ceiling. “Yay, dad upgraded!” She happily said. “I’ll be damned there really is a TV.” John mumbled as he followed the happenings before turning back to the tomato soup. The meatballs inside swam in circles as he kept stirring. “Did ya doubt me?” “No, I was just holding on to a last bit of common sense. That died when I dropped twenty grand of the boss though. Regarding that do you want half? We killed it together after all.” “ten thousand is, like, not that much to me. So no, keep it.” Yeah, he figured that much.

“Can’t tell you how happy I am about this change though!” Rave got back to talking about the television. “The old one was terror to use.” She grabbed a Pad that doubled as the remote and, after making sure the TV was facing towards the table, sat down. Moments later a browser opened. The page displayed looked a lot like amazon, the logo at the top left however said ‘Abyss Auction’. “HAH! Dad left his tabs open for two years. That’s hilarious.” Rave said “Let’s see what he wanted to know….Oh.” John could hear her mood getting spoiled from that one noise, he looked at the tabs.

‘Information about Nariko Hollmey, Scotland.’ Was the first one, the second one the search for a ring. Rave quickly closed the first tab and then looked at the second with an annoyed expression. The ring on display was gold, obviously a wedding ring, the words ‘Lightning and Love’ engraved on them. It also said that the ring had been bough, no wonder the page was two years old. “Fucking bitch.” She said and tapped her finger on table in an aggressive beat. John awkwardly kept silently stirring the soup. “She sold the ring. Can you believe that?” “Well, it’s certainly not nice of her.” John said, careful not to escalate the situation. “It’s not ‘not nice’.” Rave spat out, “It is a disgrace. Urgh, my mother is such a bitch.” She closed the tab before getting more worked up about the matter.

John filled the soup from the pot into two bowls and placed one of them in front of Rave. “Dunno but with my current track record I better believe you.” “Ja, ya better.” Rave said and silence filled the room. She wasn’t touching the food, instead keeping tapping on the table as she stared at the Television like it was somehow at fault for what just happened. John cleared his throat, “So, ehm, didn’t you want to show me that SAO thing?” he tried to stir her thoughts back to her usual mood.

“Later….” Rave mumbled and finally turned toward her food. She started eating it with pissed off motions. John scratched the back of his head and blew some steam of his own. When they were finished Rave suddenly exploded into a shout. “AAaaaah.” She threw her hands into the air. “Perfect morning ruined.” She complained. “Dumbass dad still running after that, bitch of a mother being a bitch. Johny, give me something to do! GO!”

He had an idea ready but he had a slight feeling that sex wasn’t the answer this time. “Maybe punch something?” “Stop being so indecisive! But yes! Let’s punch something!” Rave suddenly jumped on the table and pointed at him. “Also, you will treat me like a spoiled princess for the rest of the day. You understand!” “Yes, ma’am?” Came John’s unsure answer. “Be a man, Johny!” Rave demanded and stomped on the table. The wood creaked dangerously. “Okay, Christ, If you want that.” John took a deep breath and said, “If treating you like a princess means murdering hundreds of Ghosts and then fucking you until you start throwing a hissy fit I can do that. Is that what you want to hear?”

Rave smirked. “That is ex-act-ly what I want to hear, tiger. Okay, I want one more thing.” She stepped off the table and now stood next to him. John wasn’t sure what to do. Doing nothing, however, would have probably been the worst idea since the Eragon movie. So, he slowly stood up and just trusted that he, with his high wisdom stat, would just know what to do.

Which actually worked when he embraced Rave and pulled her close. “Life sucks sometimes, Jane. I get that.” Rave was unmoving, frozen. “This is not what I had in mind.” She said, her head buried against his shoulder, voice muffled. “Is that bad?” John asked slightly panicked, ready to pull back. “It’s better.” Rave closed her arms behind him. They stayed like that for a minute or so.

John felt sudden pinch on his backside and with a gleeful smile Rave looked at him. “Ya can let me go now, John.” “You would have to first though.” “Mhm, I don’t wanna though.” She responded. “Well, neither do I.” Rave pressed her mouth on his all of a sudden. “Liar.” She said after the kiss. “You would love to the throw me on that bed there right now. I can feel it.” “How am I NOT supposed to get a boner here, huh?” John complained. Rave let go of him and stepped backwards. “You could try thinking of me as an old dude.” “You are way too cute for that!” “Stop! Now this is getting cheesy!” She said and walked to the entrance.

“For the record what I wanted to hear is: And let’s kill that Spectre thing one more time, too!” Rave slipped into her sneakers and pumped her fist. “So this is exactly what we are going to do now!” John blinked a few times. “Oh, oh no, Rave, that is a terrible idea.” “JANE!” She shouted at him, finger raised, “You keep calling me Jane! If ya don’t I will set your pants on fire!”

“Well, okay, Jane.” John complied with her request. “But we are still not doing that Spectre thing again.” “Well, if we don’t I am going to tell my dad about yesterday.” He froze. He remembered Regan as he used his aura as a pizza slicer. His dark expression at the mere prospect of Rave being in danger. What would he do to John of he found out Rave had actually been in the claws of a life sucking Undead? Would he squish him together until he was nothing but a bloody, think pulp? Suddenly that threat with ending up like a pizza made sense.

Rave smiled triumphantly. “I have ya by the balls, both figuratively.” She quickly strutted over and put her hand on the bulge in his pants. “And very literally. Don’t think because I act like a crybaby for a second that I don’t get what I want from you!” “You are playing the part of the spoiled princess remarkably well.” John nervously admitted. “I know, right?” Rave laughed and slowly messaged his hard dick with her palm. The rough fabric scratched along the sensitive surface. “Seriously though we will go kick that Spectre’s butt. Now come on we haven’t got all day.”

In all actuality they had all day but John knew that this decision had already been made for him and that snarky remarks wouldn’t help him anymore. With a resigned sigh he walked over to his shoes. “Fine…” Rave kept standing by his side as he tied his shoes. “Oh, don’t be such a downer after being such a nice guy moments ago.” Rave said, “Ya make me feel bad. How about I cut you a deal: If we kill the Spectre before sundown I will let you make photos of me.”

John felt his pants tightening further. “What kind of photos?” he asked as non-discreetly as possible. “Dunno, what kinds ya like?” She bent forwards and her loose top sunk far enough that John could see the black bra underneath. He gulped before slowly rising his eyes to meets Rave’s. The pink at this moment had almost completely overtaken the blue and the light was flickering with help back laughter. “Ehem, so, before sundown, eh?” He said and stood up. “Better get started then!”