The sun had barely crept over the treetops, and Ari was already half-naked, half-awake, and 100% surrounded by sexual frustration disguised as morning banter.
Kimi sat on a log by the fire, robes halfway off one shoulder, toes lazily dipping into the stream nearby like she wasn’t aware Ari had
definitely
been watching them for the past minute. She knew. That’s why she f**king did it.
"You’re staring again," she cooed, stretching her leg out a little further, wiggling her freshly painted toes like a loaded weapon.
Ari took a sip of tea, eyes still on her feet. “Yeah,” he said flatly, “they’re f**king perfect. Keep doing that.”
Yuri, sharpening her blade nearby, groaned. “Oh please. It's just feet.”
Kimi turned her head slowly, like a damn cat that just saw a mouse. “Jealous because Ari’s not drooling over your calloused sword-goblin boots, Yuri?”
Yuri didn’t even look up. “Jealous because
you’re
the type who thinks footjobs count as personality.”
Ari didn’t even flinch. He was used to this sh*t.
“Ladies,” Finoria cut in smoothly, walking up from the tent area with her armor half-done, cleavage teasing reality and morality both. “Maybe we save the foot fetishes and verbal catfights until
after
breakfast?”
She leaned in to refill Ari’s tea, bending just enough to give him a full view of everything God gave her and a little bonus jiggle for the effort.
“You need anything else, Ari?” she asked, voice calm and knowing, lips just brushing that edge of sultry.
He stared for a second, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Yeah, I can see you’re not wearing anything under that chestplate.”
She smiled. “You always were observant.”
Yuri finally stood up, slinging her sword over her shoulder. “If you two are done dry-humping each other with eye contact, maybe we can train before Kimi hexes my gear again.”
“
One
time,” Kimi muttered. “And it was an accident.”
“Yeah, an accident that almost made my armor dissolve when I was bathing, you psycho.”
“Not my fault your body reacts to enchantments like it’s in heat.”
Ari stood up between them, his shirt still somewhere back in the tent.
“Alright, cut the shit,” he muttered. “Save the roast session for after sparring. And Kimi, stop flirting with your f**king toes.”
Kimi smiled sweetly. “But you like it…”
“Yeah, and I like peace and quiet too. Guess I’m not getting either today.”
Finoria sipped her tea, already leaning casually against a tree, looking like she was imagining what Ari would look like between her legs instead of between the bickering duo. Classic Fin.