>>2298311
There’s a spray bottle over there. Just spray her off.

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>>2298311
> There’s a spray bottle over there. Just spray her off.

hopefully the fft fft fft sound won't be too loud.
unlike kettenkrads

>>2298311
>> There’s a spray bottle over there. Just spray her off.

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Crud. Gotta go do a thing. Back in about an hour.

> There’s a spray bottle over there. Just spray her off.

You reach out for the spray bottle, then start lighting Winona up with water. She yelps, holding her hands in front of her face as she rolls over off of you. Thank goodness. You sit up, then spray her once more. “Aah! Stop it!” she squeals. “I’m not a cat!” she says, batting at you with her hands limply. “Ahh!”

You grab your pillow, then toss it at Stack. “Ah! Fuck off!” yells Stack. “My head hurts!”

You roll your shirt down, grumbling. All you remember are Winona’s very curious wandering hands. You’d really rather forget that. Oh well. It was time to go back. Hopefully nobody will notice this hangover or anything. Likely you’re the only crew that got wasted on smuggled alcohol.

…

…

You look out at all the crews. Most people are wearing sunglasses or shading their eyes with hats with the brims turned down. They weakly and limply carry their belongings as you all step off the plane back onto the LGA airport. Okay, maybe you weren’t the only crew to sneak alcohol in. Griselda folds her arms as she looks at them walk past. You step up to her, frowning a little. She looks to you. “Let me guess, alcohol?”

“Eh…” You look away. You don’t want to lie but you don’t want to admit it.

Griselda rolls her eyes. “Don’t worry, Ellie.” She places a hand on your shoulder. “I won’t tell anyone. Besides, I can tolerate it as long as nobody gets drunk during a match or gets pregnant.” You shudder at the word pregnant. She grabs a pair of aviators from her breast pocket, then places them over your eyes. The burning sensation of the sun is now dulled by the tinted lens. “There you go.”

“Um. I don’t really look good with sunglasses on,” you mutter.

“Well it’s either that or let your parents see your bloodshot eyes.” Point taken. “Anyway. Not like you’re working today or anything. I already worked it out with the Captain. Y’all have the day off today. Anything you want to do today, it’s up to you.” She places her hand on her chest. “As for me. I gotta make preparations for the postseason. We’re not getting a victory parade just for being first in the division.”

Mm…

> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Hang out with someone (Who?)
> Go visit your parents
> Explore LGA a little, take a walk to clear your head.
> Other

>>2298538
>Other
Go get the greasiest breakfast available on the ship and a ton of coffee and OJ.

>>2298538
>> Go visit your parents

>>2298538
>Other
>Go get the greasiest breakfast available on the ship and a ton of coffee and OJ.

Sounds good to me.

> Other

…

…

You and your crew elect to gather up a greasy breakfast worthy of champions. A nearby diner served to be your little Camelot of breakfasts as you got eggs in a nest, bacon, hashbrowns, and a tall glass of OJ and coffee. Everyone else was ferociously munching on their breakfasts to the point where you just basically forgot what they ordered. Winona pats her belly, sighing. “You know. I think we did good yesterday.”

“Hell yeah we did!” Stack flaps a piece of bacon in the air as she addresses that. “Way I see it, we showed Mei that we ain’t about to go down like some prissy little prom queens. We’re tough girls!” She thumps her chest, boastful, proud. She looks over at Ingrid. “Ain’t we, Ingrid?”

“Well, I guess.” Leans on the table, exhaustively chewing on a piece of French toast. “But you guys realize once the post season comes around, we can’t afford any mistakes. One match lost and boom, we’re out of it.”

Josephina says, “Oh I’m sure we will be fine, oui? After all, we made it this far with the amount of tanks we have. Thanks to Griselda, Elodie, and Iris, they’ve carried us here so far.”

Winona rests her chin on the table, yawning. “Still. Do we know who we’re getting paired up with in the Division?”

“Probably either Camp Gagetown or Robert Heinlein. Wild Cards need to fight first before we see who goes,” you say.

“Mmm…” Winona frowns. “They’re a scary bunch.”

“As if!” Stack huffs. “We beat them before. Gagetown especially. Don’t you remember, Ellie? We swept them like dust with a broom!” She makes a sweeping notion, grinning widely.

“Yeah, but Meryl’s making the rounds,” Ingrid says. “You seen her performance? It’s hard to believe that she was the first team we fought. We face her at any other point in the tournament, she might’ve swept us.”

“Ah, baloney!” Stack crunches down on her bacon. She looks to you. “What do you think, Ellie?”

> “I’m more confident facing Camp Gagetown. Meryl’s sharpshooting will only get her so far.”
> “I’m more confident facing Robert A. Heinlein. Their tactics are easily countered by ours.”
> “Eh. No opinion.”
> Other

>>2298744
>> “Eh. No opinion.”

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>>2298744
>> “Eh. No opinion.”

We will overcome.

>>2298744
>“I’m more confident facing Robert A. Heinlein. Their tactics are easily countered by ours.”

Systematic advantages are the easiest to exploit, after all.

Don't forget we promised to spend time with JJ

>>2298744
>> “Eh. No opinion.”

>>2298744
>> “Eh. No opinion.”

>>2298744
>> “I’m more confident facing Robert A. Heinlein. Their tactics are easily countered by ours.”

> “Eh. No opinion.”

You shrug. “I have no real opinion. They’re both good teams. Meryl and Dix will be formidable to face. But we’ll cross that bridge as it comes.”

Winona gasps, sitting up. “Not to mention J. Walter Christie!”

“Eh, they were pushovers,” says Ingrid. “They’re nothing but gimmicks.” Winona pouts, glaring at Ingrid for having insulted her hero. “What? Just saying. The real fight will be if we make it all the way through. Then who are we going to face? Kursk or Zhou Enlai?”

“Oh, that is a good question,” says Stack. “Everyone pegged Kursk to be the favorites but with how things are going on Mei’s side. She might run away with it.” You hope that Oryola beats Mei. But on the other hand, you want Mei to win so you can face her one last time before this year is out. You’re not about to let her walk away after a match set like the one you just had. She yawns, leaning back in her seat. “Oh criminy, I’m full.”

Ingrid slides her plate over to Stack. “Come on, growing girl needs to eat. Put some pounds into your chest.”

Stack gives Ingrid the finger. “Fuck you!”

Josephina looks to you, smiling. “So, Elodie. What were you going to do today?”

> “Eh. Relax I guess.”
> “I wanted to visit my parents.”
> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> “Can’t we just hang out a little?”
> “Well I said I’d spend some time with Jock.”
> Other

>>2298921
>> “Well I said I’d spend some time with Jock.”
"...and its not date. Just accompanying him. Really"

>>2298921
>> “Well I said I’d spend some time with Jock.”

>>2298921
>> “Well I said I’d spend some time with Jock.”
Date time!

>>2298921
>> “Well I said I’d spend some time with Jock.”
Time for husbando shenanigans.

> “Well I said I’d spend some time with Jock.”

“Well, I said I would spend some time with Jock today-“ Everyone looks to you, expectantly. Any hint of exhaustion that they may have once had is now gone. “… What.”

Ingrid smirks, leaning on the table. “So. You gonna let him get to second base?” Second base? What? Is she talking about playing a baseball game with him?

Winona also smirks smugly. “Oh, Ingrid, please. Elodie is far too pure for that.” What.

Stack folds her arms, leaning in closer to you. “You know, Elodie. My sisters have had boyfriends before.” Oh? This’ll be good. Stack leans in close, whispering into your ear. “All you have to do to really make Jock feel great is to…” She whispers into your ear.

…

“WHAT!?” you scream out. Everyone looks in your direction. “Wh- WHAT- YOU- AAH!? What!?” The girls all giggle, snickering quietly. “Stack!? Wh- what do your sisters do with boys!? How- what- that- that’s disgusting! Augh! I can’t believe this! My virgin ears!” You slap your hands over your ears. Heat rushes to your face. How do girls do something so lewd!?

Winona looks over. “What did you say to her?” Stack whispers into Winona’s ear. Winona’s face immediately goes red. She leans in closer to Stack. “Your sisters do that?”

> “Ugh! Forget this! I’m calling Jock!”
> “Get out of here! I’m gonna have Jock meet me here! This is a private date and it will not be lewd!”
> “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother mentioning Jock.”
> Other

>>2299096
>“Ugh! Forget this! I’m calling Jock!”
Silly girls, Elodie is not for lewds.

>>2299096
>> “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother mentioning Jock.”

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>>2299096
>> “Get out of here! I’m gonna have Jock meet me here! This is a private date and it will not be lewd!”

>>2299096
>> “Get out of here! I’m gonna have Jock meet me here! This is a private date and it will not be lewd!”

>>2299096
> “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother mentioning Jock.”

> “Get out of here! I’m gonna have Jock meet me here! This is a private date and it will not be lewd!”

“Get out of here! I’m gonna have Jock meet me here and you lot are being unsightly! This is a private date and there will be no lewd happenings!” They all snicker at the word ‘date’. Okay, you walked right into that one. Damn it. “Ugh! Just get out of here! Go!” You start ushering them out! Winona quickly leaves a 20 for the waitress as they all march on out. Ugh. Friends sometimes.

…

…

Thankfully they left without much fuss. Part of you thinks they’re just watching and waiting in the bushes.

…

Nah. They’re not that interested in your love life. Is it really so unnatural for you to spend time with a boy after all? You shrug as you stand outside the diner. Whatever. You look down the street and see his familiar jeep pull up. Jeep Jockey. He pulls up along the street, wearing a new bomber jacket and a very wide grin. “Ellie! Good to see you!”

“Jock. You seem happy today,” you say as you hop into the passenger side seat.

He pumps his fist. “They gave me this jacket! It’s the absolute comfiest thing I’ve ever worn! No wonder people like to be pilot! It’s great! Perfect for the weather too! Not too warm, not too cold!” He happily pats the wheel, looking to you. “So how you feeling? I know you’re probably riding the high of winning that last match.”

“Eh, I’m doing alright.” You smile at him. “So, where we going?”

“… eh?” He tilts his head, still smiling.

…

“Did you forget to figure out where we were going for today?” you ask.

He holds up a finger. “I thought you were gonna do that.” Hopeless.

> “How about lunch?”
> “How about a movie?”
> “Just drive. I don’t care where.”
> Other

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>>2299321
> Other

Drive for now.

>>2299321
> “Just drive. I don’t care where.”
> Other
mumble something about "as long as its with you"

>>2299321
>“How about a movie?”

Movie sign?

>>2299321
> A relaxing stay by the lake.

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>>2299321
>> “Just drive. I don’t care where.”

> “Just drive. I don’t care where.”

“So how have things been back at school?” he asks. He takes the jeep out into the street and just starts idly driving around.

“Busy,” he says firmly. “Start of school is always stressful. You got assignments, you got new teachers, you got new classmates, all that stuff. Plus, word has already spread about me becoming a pilot in school so now I’m actually kind of popular now.” Oh? You look to him. “What about you?”

“Oh, things are fine I guess,” you say. “We did just win that last match. Means we’re going to the postseason with our heads held high!”

“Yeah, I gotta say, good luck with that. Hope you guys win it all,” he says. “You know, Tankery’s always been kind of interesting. Never understood why there aren’t any guys in it though. I know guys work tanks in the Army and stuff but why don’t they do Tankery in school?”

Oooh, time to flex your historical muscles. “Well, you see, Tankery is a sacred art for women. You know that wife of the guy who founded Mercedes-Benz, Bertha, she got it all started by driving tankettes around for fun!” Jeep Jockey nods, attentive, but still putting his eyes on the road. “That’s how tanks just became something of a womanly thing from the start. Not immediately I guess, and technically Tankery has its roots in women’s horse archery back in Japan and you’re not processing any of this, are you?”

“Not really,” he says. Typical. “But it’s nice to hear you talk. Keep going.”

> “Just find us a place to eat.”
> “Okay, so you know the Shimada-ryuu and the Nishizumi-ryuu? Big rival schools. Now, both schools are headed by Chiyo Shimada and Shiho Nishizumi respectively. And back in High School those two had a really serious rivalry. We’re talking like Cold War Russia vs the USA or Sherlock Holmes vs Moriarty, or Odysseus vs Poseidon. And they…” Continue on.
> “… what exactly is nice about hearing me talk? Do I talk too much?”
> Other

>>2299628
> “… what exactly is nice about hearing me talk? Do I talk too much?”

>>2299628
>> “… what exactly is nice about hearing me talk? Do I talk too much?”

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>>2299628
> “Just find us a place to eat.”

Continue talking anyway

>>2299628
>> “… what exactly is nice about hearing me talk? Do I talk too much?”

> “… what exactly is nice about hearing me talk? Do I talk too much?”

You lean back a bit, staring at him. “What exactly is nice about hearing me talk? Do I talk too much?”

“What? No!” He looks to you, shocked. “I just like er-… I like hearing the sound of your voice and everything. It’s um… you know that thing, ASMR?” ASM what? “Like- I like hearing you talk. So if anything, you don’t talk enough.” You stare at him. You have no idea what he’s saying. He sheepishly rubs the back of his head. “It’s er- Yeah.”

You roll your eyes. “Ugh. Honestly. Can we just find a place to eat or something?”

“Can we just do McDonalds?” You look at him. Eh? “I only have ten bucks in my pocket.” Well, understandable. You could go for a bit more grease to sooth your hangover a little more.

…

…

The two of you eat burgers in the park, sitting in the Jeep by the lake. In a way, this is actually pretty peaceful. No awkward conversation either. Just a bit of silence as the two of you eat your food and admire the scenery. You lean back in your seat, smiling a little. Jeep Jockey crunches on a fry, kicking his feet up onto the dash as you both look around. A Dad is playing with his son with a game of Frisbee, Kathy and her archaelogists are digging something up near the lake, a group of girls are fishing in the lake…

Very peaceful.

…

You look over at him. No movement. He looks over at you when you look away.

…

> “We can look like a couple in public. I don’t mind.”
> “So Jock. What’s second base?”
> “Well, Jock. It’s been fun. But I gotta get going.”
> Other

>>2299865
>> “We can look like a couple in public. I don’t mind.
> Other
Lean into Jock.

>>2299865
>“We can look like a couple in public. I don’t mind.”

>>2299865

> “So Jock. What’s second base?”

Lets see what happens.

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>>2299865
> “We can look like a couple in public. I don’t mind.”

MFW JJ doesn't even think we're a couple. He thinks we're working up to that point.

>>2299865
>> “So Jock. What’s second base?”

>>2299865
> “We can look like a couple in public. I don’t mind.”
> “So Jock. What’s second base?”
Why not both?

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Your OPs keep making me think there's a Girls Last Tour Quest and now I'm wondering where the fuck Laze is with his loli despair quest.

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>>2299931
If it makes you feel any better, I wouldn't personally run a Girls Last Tour Quest. I don't think I would do the concept justice.

Plus it'd devolve into yuri pretty quickly.

>>2299937
>it'd devolve into yuri pretty quickly
You're a monster.

I don't even want a Girls Last Tour quest at this point, I just want Laze in Abyss back.

But a uh, a Youjo Senki quest, I uh, I really, really, really think you could do that justice. Especially if we um, shared a locker with Tanya or something like that. Just a suggestion.

>>2299941
That's lewd, anon. That's very lewd and you should be ashamed.

Though I did think of doing something like Youjo Senki but set during an ersatz American Civil War instead. I'm not as educated on WWI as I am with the Civil War.

>>2299970
Hey, you're the one who said he would turn Girls Last Tour into yuri.

I'm game for that. What differences to the setting would their be?

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>>2299941
I just want Blorp and Twilight Thorn to come home.

>>2299978
Drastic most likely. I don't want to completely reenact the American Civil War except instead it's called "Amerigo" or something. I had the feeling of instead setting it in a Kingdom where a Constitutional Parliament has forced the Royal family and the ranking nobility out of power and the resulting conflict between the underdog Royalists versus the Democrats.

The issue of slavery and the like would probably still be the sticking point. And likely be the reason the Royalists were forced out of power (they wouldn't liberate their slaves).

Mages likely won't be as powerful as they were in WWI Youjo Senki, but seeing as how the American Civil War was one of the first truly Industrial Wars, anything can happen.

If you haven't noticed, I'm really into the Civil War and I really just want an excuse to do something related to it. It's sad I couldn't keep things up for that Assassins Creed thing I tried to do.

>>2300016
That sounds absolutely retarded and I love it.

Like the War of the Roses Quest but with magic and lolis pounding each other.

>>2300016
Sounds like a cross between the English and American Civil Wars. Will it have a less garbage MC?

>>2300030
Take that back, or I'll give your soyboy throat a taste of my boot.

>>2300030
> Tanya
> Garbage

>>2300025
that's lewd.

>>2300032
I'm a lewd guy.

UUUU

> “We can look like a couple in public. I don’t mind.”
> “So Jock. What’s second base?”

“We can look like a couple in public.” You lean into him, smiling at him. He looks pleasantly surprised. A light blush sits on his face as he looks at you. “I don’t mind, honestly.”
“I thought you did,” he says.
“Well.” You shrug. “I mean, not many girls can get with a guy as lily-livered as you.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m joking. You’re great.” You poke his arm, smirking. He responds by wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. For a guy that couldn’t build the confidence to fly a plane, he sure has a surprisingly strong arm. And the warmth of his body too. It’s almost making you frightfully aroused.

Aroused. Okay. That’s not a word you want to use around him.

Actually. You do have to ask one question to him. “So er… Jock.” He looks down at you. “What’s second base?”

“Oh, second base?” He quirks his brow. “That’s the base between first and third in baseball. Unless you mean like a second basemen?”

“No, no. I mean… like-… romantic second base,” you say.

…

He freezes up, looking away. “Um.” You blink, looking at him. He doesn’t look like he wants to give the answer. But at the same time, you can tell he feels like he has to. He sighs, then he leans in and gently whispers in your ear. “That’s when I can touch your breasts.”

…

> Cover your chest. That’s lewd! Too lewd! Way too lewd! Almost as lewd as what Stack suggested!
> “OKAY I’M OUT OF HERE.”
> “OH JEEZ, LOOK AT THE TIME. JEEP JOCKEY, PLEASE DRIVE ME BACK TO THE TANK HANGAR. HAHA.”
> Other

>>2300032
Actually, will the MC be like Tanya?

>>2300041
>Cover your chest. That’s lewd! Too lewd! Way too lewd! Almost as lewd as what Stack suggested!

>>2300041
>> Cover your chest. That’s lewd! Too lewd! Way too lewd! Almost as lewd as what Stack suggested!

Suggest that second base being something more wholesome like post-marital handholding.

>>2300041
> Cover your chest. That’s lewd! Too lewd! Way too lewd! Almost as lewd as what Stack suggested!

>>2300042
Well considering Youjo Senki involved Tanya directly changing the course of affairs because of what she knows and because deus vult, the MC would probably have to be somewhat like Tanya.

Maybe not as gloriously sociopathic but definitely wise beyond their years.

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>>2300054
>Maybe not as gloriously sociopathic but definitely wise beyond their years.
That's fine with me.

As long as instead of being a Republican like Tanya, she's a Democrat. If you catch my drift.

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>>2300041
>Cover your chest. That’s lewd! Too lewd! Way too lewd! Almost as lewd as what Stack suggested!

At this rate we're gonna do things with JJ and end up full of half-breeds

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>>2300059
> wanting to fight for the not-Union
ew

>>2300068
That's not what I meant.

Maybe. There's a lot of things that seem to contradict here.

I meant a racist, not necessarily a cracker.

>>2300074
oh no everyone's gonna be racist as fuck. I don't imagine the MC to be different.

>>2300079
She should take it a step further because she was hit by a train while writing a negative review for Black Panther.

Or something, I don't know, that was shit but I couldn't think of anything better.

Come to think of it, couldn't the MC be alive during Youjo Senki WWI?

>>2300091
Oh yes, definitely. A lot of Civil War Veterans lived to see WWI (Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain lived to 1914, complications of his wounds he suffered, the oldest civil War Veteran a James Hard lived to 1953 (he was about 111 or a little younger).

Though part of me doesn't want to actually explicitly set this in the Youjo Senki-verse. This type of Quest would probably benefit more from being its own setting.

>>2300105
The last drummer boy died in 1964, assuming a similar age to Tanya, the MC could live into the 1970's, if a lifespan of 110 years is reasonable.

>>2300041
>> Cover your chest. That’s lewd! Too lewd! Way too lewd! Almost as lewd as what Stack suggested!

> Cover your chest. That’s lewd! Too lewd! Way too lewd! Almost as lewd as what Stack suggested!

You immediately cover your chest. You don’t want to be rude though so you still let him keep his arm around you. “That is absolutely lewd. I don’t- I never let anyone touch my chest!” Except maybe Winona. And the other girls. Griselda may have at one point, you can’t remember. Okay, maybe only boys won’t ever touch your boobs. “That’s just preposterous!” You squint. “What’s first base?”

“Making out?”

“Augh!” You flinch a little, squinting. “I mean- doesn’t kissing count? We’ve done kissing before.”

Jeep Jockey shrugs. “I mean, making out implies that we exchange… tongues.” What!? That’s not sanitary! That’s how people get oral infections. Ew. You definitely don’t want to what third base entails. Probably something really crazy. “Look, Ellie. It’s fine. We haven’t been dating that long. I’m not gonna force you into these things.”

“Well good.” You hug him tight. “I’m happy just being like this.” He pats your back, nodding. Best to not rush things anyway. You don’t need to do any sexual things to have fun with him. He’s a standup guy, if a little meek. Plus, he can pick you up. That’s a bonus.

Ugh. How did relationships get so lewd these days anyway?

>>2300188
>How did relationships get so lewd these days anyway?
Jews.

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>>2300188
That's it for tonight's LGA2. We'll be back tomorrow for more hopefully. Hope you all enjoyed.

Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteel
Ask at: http://germanschteel.tumblr.com/

See you next time.

And if you ever feel like shooting the shit with me, you can hit me up in my discord: https://discord.gg/9e9yvfv

>>2300192
Thanks for running.

You're one of the only two QMs I would consider getting on a discord with. Because you might have lewd Anchovies.

Absolutely not sold on the tumblr though, feg.

>>2300192
Thanks for the run boss, catchya tomorrow.

>>2300197
He has a discord.

>>2300372
I can see that, that's why I said what I said.

And I said I'd consider it.

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>>2300531
what's funny is that i haven't used my twitter in like a year, i forgot the password and i'm too lazy to recover it

>>2301076
twitter or tumblr?

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>>2301081
tumblr, i'm an idiot and i just woke up.

“Our first practice matches are in a couple of weeks from now,” says Jeep Jockey as he drives you towards the tank hangar. “I’m not sure how I’ll fit in with the guys seeing how I fly a Buffalo and they fly Hawks most of the time but I’m hoping I won’t let them down.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” you say. “You did fine against the Beast.”

“Yeah, well. Just because I did fine once doesn’t mean I’ll do fine ever again,” he says. That’s not incorrect you suppose. Next time he faces up against her, things will be very different.

“I’ll be sure to watch your tournament matches once they come up.” You gently punch his arm, smiling. “I expect you to make ace-in-a-day.”

“Please.” He chuckles at that. “Skycraft is not a sport where you can get multikills easy, Elodie. It’s not like Tankery. Tankery you get a lot of second chances I think with all the bouncing and the fact that you don’t have to worry about falling out of the sky.” True. That doesn’t mean you won’t expect an ace-in-a-day out of him. And he better win a few MVP awards too. And he better be around to carry you too. “Ace-in-a-day is a pretty big deal for regular pilots. Aces like the Beast? No brainer.”

You roll your eyes. “If you keep talking like that, you’ll never make it. And then I’d have to break up with you.” He looks over, a little worried. “That’s a joke.” You snicker a bit. Heh, the look on his face. He snickers a bit too.

“Look, I’m just saying!” He holds up a hand defensively. “Don’t expect anything.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2301632
>Polite

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>>2301632
> Boast

We will be the cheerleader for our boy

> Polite

“Oh, don’t worry.” You pinch his arm a little, smiling. “You’re still my Jockey even if you lose.” He snorts, smirking a bit. The two of you drive into the hangar. “Anyway, I just need to check to make sure the tanks are here. Do you want anything to…” You squint, looking inside.

Gertrude Pool, talking with Griselda. They don’t seem to have noticed your arrival. Jeep Jockey looks curious as well. The two sisters step around the tank, talking quietly it seems. “… and I know the tournament’s been hard. I gotta say you did good considering the circumstances,” says Gertrude.

“Thanks, Gertrude,” says Griselda. “That honestly means a lot coming from you.”

“Trust me. I’m just calling it as I see it. I think even I would’ve struggled. I didn’t have any big rivals like you do with Mei or Oryola. And I didn’t have to do a whole new single elimination season after the regular one. But then again, my job was to save the school. You are…”

“Doing this because I want to and I love the sport?” Griselda says quietly.

“… well yeah.” Gertrude sighs a little.

“You know, Gertrude. I still find it funny that even though I was the big tank nerd for most of my childhood and you barely knew the difference between a Tiger and a Panzer IV, you still think you can lecture me on how to do my Tankery stuff.”

“I’m not lecturing you. I’m just saying, do you really want to pursue NATO and not come back to the ITL?”

Jeep Jockey leans over. “Should we leave?”

> Call out to them.
> Silently listen in.
> Yeah, you should leave.
> Other

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>>2301841
> Silently listen in.

We need to keep an eye on these two. Get an idea of what stupid things they keep saying to piss each other off.

>>2301841
>Silently listen in.

Pardon my asking for spoonfeeding, but the last time I read this was near the beginning and I don't remember much besides liking it.

Does Lafayette use French tanks like Fochs and AMX Ms?

>>2301931
Lafayette Girls Academy is a mixture of basically everything. It's not a French-themed school so much as it is a US school named after one of its most storied heroes (who happened to be French).

>>2301931
It's also worth nothing that AMX M4 and Foch first prototypes miss the cutoff date for Tankery use by about half a decade or more.

>>2301841
> Silently listen in.

>>2301841
>> Silently listen in.

> Silently listen in.

You and Jeep Jockey dismount then quietly creep closer. You two hide behind Iris’ Churchill and listen quietly. “I don’t see why I should go back to the ITL when I’ve already established a presence at NATO.” Griselda folds her arms. “You think I’d be interested in serving under you again?”

“You wouldn’t be serving under me again, Griselda.”

“Oh right, I’d probably have to deal with the Junior Varsity team. You know, the one full of fangirls who aren’t and will never be interested in Tankery and are more interested in just getting closer to you?” says Griselda. Gertrude sighs, folding her arms and looking away. “Admit it, that’s the truth. They’re very nice girls, I hate to speak ill of them, but they couldn’t drive their tanks into water if they fell off the ship. You know, Gertrude, ever since I started the NATO team, people have actually spoken to me without having to mention you. You know what it feels like when someone constantly compares you to someone else?” Silence. “No.”

Gertrude pinches her nose a bit. “Look. I’m sorry, Griselda. I really am. Okay? But you know this NATO thing can’t last forever. And you certainly didn’t start it just because you wanted to.” Griselda folds her arms, silently pouting at the ground. “We’ve both got issues, okay? I won’t mince that. But what’s going to happen once this tournament is over? Do you think the crews you’ve recruited want to stay? Do you have the money to keep these tanks running until next year? Do you even have plans for next year, Griselda?”

“I…” Griselda is quiet.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Hmph.” Griselda leans against the Sherman. “I don’t feel like we need to have this discussion anyway. We’ve been through this before. You and me are just too different. And unfortunately Dad raised a pair of stubborn girls. How is he by the way?”

“He’s still in the hospital,” says Gertrude quietly. “They haven’t given the results back yet but… I hope it’s good at least.” Griselda looks down, sadly. Gertrude as well awkwardly stands around too.

“What about Bernadette?” asks Griselda. Gertrude blinks. “I noticed you haven’t talked about her in a while, Gertrude. Did something happen?”

Gertrude waves it off. “It’s fine. It’s nothing.” She shakes her head, smirking. “Look. I’m the big sister here, Griselda. I should be asking you questions.” Griselda rolls her eyes. “Don’t give me that.” Nothing but silence. “Alright. Fine. Seems I won’t get anything out of you today.” Gertrude pats Griselda on the shoulder. “Make sure you do your homework tonight. Some of the teachers are telling me you’re skipping work.”

“Bite me,” Griselda snaps.

Gertrude snorts. “Punk.” Gertrude turns and walks away. She stops, turning to Griselda. “And one more thing.” Griselda looks over. “Good luck in the postseason.” Griselda looks away once more. She turns to the Churchill. “Good luck too, Ellie.”

OH SHIT

> RUN
> “Oh. You heard us.”
> “Oh! I wasn’t listening! I was kissing Jock! Yeah!"
> Other

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>>2302108
>“Oh. You heard us.”

We suck at this stealth thing.

>>2302108
> “Oh! I wasn’t listening! I was kissing Jock! Yeah!"
A far more reasonable ruse.

>>2302108
>> “Oh! I wasn’t listening! I was kissing Jock! Yeah!"

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>>2302108
>> “Oh! I wasn’t listening! I was kissing Jock! Yeah!"

>>2301958
The M4 was around in its earliest iterations in 1945.

>>2301939
What do you call your Russian school, Gannibal?

>>2302108
> “Oh! I wasn’t listening! I was kissing Jock! Yeah!"
TIL tank drivers aren't stealthy.

>>2302202
Only on paper, the first prototype wasn't delivered until 1949 and was a very different design from what was originally proposed, most notably, having an oscillating turret rather than a normal one.

>>2302228
That's an AMX 50, etc.

>>2302250
Not quite, but mostly accurate, the AMX M4 (1945) as the prototype was somewhat misleadingly called did essentially fall into the development chain of the AMX 50 as an early prototype.

> “Oh! I wasn’t listening! I was kissing Jock! Yeah!”

“Oh, I wasn’t listening in on you guys I was just uh…” You turn to a very confused and very awkward Jeep Jockey. “Me and Jeep Jockey were just kissing! Yeah!”

“We were?” Jeep Jockey. You respond by grabbing his collar and pulling him into the most forceful kiss you’ve ever given him. Yes. Kiss. Kiss! Kiss until they go away! You open one eye, and find Gertrude standing there, trying to suppress laughter. Griselda too stands there as well, doing the same thing.

“…” You glare at them, then pull Jeep Jockey away. “A little privacy?” you ask.

Gertrude giggles a bit, then looks at Griselda. “You’ve got good choice in Lieutenants. See you around, Ellie.” Gertrude shoves her hands into her pockets then walks off. Griselda rolls her eyes, then looks at you. You frown, staring at her.

Griselda says, “I’ll give you two some privacy.” She snickers, stepping away as she draws a clipboard. Probably off to inspect the tanks.

Okay. That could’ve gone better. “Alright, thanks, Jeep Jockey.” He stands there, dumbstruck. “Sorry. I was just- I didn’t want them to think I was eavesdropping. We should probably just get out of here.” You stare at him. “… why are you just standing there like that?”

He says to you, “Can’t we just keep kissing like that? That was pretty good.”

> “Get the fucking jeep started.”
> “… maybe.”
> “I’m still here to check on my tank. So no.”
> Other

>>2302270
>> “Get the fucking jeep started.”
>> Other
kiss him in cheek or someplace and go.

>>2302265
The 1945 M4 looks like a blue King Tiger, but you're right, it is a prototype for the Star Wars looking thing it became.

But it doesn't matter in the end since we're using bland American tanks. Look at this stupid thing. I know it's the Grant, but the Lee is too terrible.

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>>2302283
Forgot the picture.

>>2302270
>“I’m still here to check on my tank. So no.”

>>2302280
>or someplace
A-anon that's lewd!

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>>2302270
> “I’m still here to check on my tank. So no.”
> “… maybe.”

Its Schrodinger's Snog. We are either kissing or not kissing to be determined upon opening the tank.

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>>2302270
> “… maybe.”

>>2302283
The blue King Tiger never got built, there were no prototypes ever built of it, it was purely a blueprint design. When it came time to actually build it in 1949, they stuck an oscillating turret on it instead to reduce the thing's weight by about half a tonne.

We also only have 4 US tanks on the roster, in addition to 4 British, 5 German (our most populous nationality), 1 Swedish and 1 Soviet.

>>2302308
Cromwells suck, Cromwell sucked.

British tank doctrine was backwards.

>>2302270
>> “… maybe.”
> “I’m still here to check on my tank.
Maybe in the tank?

>>2302347
>Maybe in the tank?
We're not ready for 2nd base but you want to go straight for anal?

>>2302352
I'm mostly just hoping some one will write lewds

> “… maybe.”
> “I’m still here to check on my tank. So no.”

You squint. “Maybe later. I’m still here to check on my tank though, Jock.” He nods, stepping back and allowing you to go. As if you needed his blessing. You step past him and move over to your Comet tank. Most of the gashes and scratches from the battle are still there. But the next week or so will be spent hopefully being fixed by Oleg. Actually. You look around. Now that you think about it, where is Oleg? Damn. You’ll have to ask Griselda about that later. Seeing as how Oleg almost cost the team this match set, it’ll be important to know what he’s doing right now.

Regardless though, you gently brush one of the gashes. Man, you definitely won’t forget the rush of that match. You never thought you’d have a rival like Mei. Heck, starting this year you never even thought you’d be commanding a Comet tank.

Man, where did the summer go?

Jeep Jockey says, “It’s a nice tank, Ellie.” You smile, nodding to him. “You do names for these like we do?”

“Yeah, his name’s Oliver,” you say. “He used to be a Cromwell so like… Oliver Cromwell?” Jeep Jockey nods, understanding. “Just kind of funny I guess.”

“Eh, cute name,” he says. You shrug, folding your arms.

> “Wanna see the inside?”
> “Well, how about you take me out for another drive?”
> “And I suppose Heavenly Body is supposed to be cute too?”
> Other

>>2302480
>“Wanna see the inside?”
Heavenly Body is a better name than Oliver Cromwell.

What do you name your KV's? Yefremovich?

>>2302480
> “Wanna see the inside?”
> “And I suppose Heavenly Body is supposed to be cute too?”

>>2302480
>> “Wanna see the inside?”
> “And I suppose Heavenly Body is supposed to be cute too?”

>>2302480
Supporting these >>2302491 >>2302497

We are slightly difficult as a girlfriend, aren't we?

> “Wanna see the inside?”
> “And I suppose Heavenly Body is supposed to be cute too?”

You snort. “And I suppose Heavenly Body is supposed to be cute too?”

Jeep Jockey shrugs. “Well I wasn’t about to change the name. You’re painted on the side now and you do have a heavenly body and…” You stare at him as you climb up. “Okay, I’ll shut up.” Smart.

“Wanna see the inside?” He looks curious at that. He’s shown you the interior of a plane. Seems fair to show him the interior of a tank. He hoists himself up, then climbs in through the loader’s hatch. You go in through your usual hatch.

“Whoa. Dark in here,” he says.

“Yeah. Hold on.” You find the switch for the internal lights, then switch it on. “There we go.” He looks around. He appears quite cramped in Stack’s position. Understandable. But you sit down in your usual commander’s chair, looking down at him. “How does it look?”

He looks up at you, smiling. “Claustrophobic.” Yeah. Understandable. “But cozy I guess if you get used to it. Can’t imagine how you girls get in this every match and stay in here. I imagine it must get pretty hot.” You nod. It does. “At least in the planes, we have to worry about the cold not the heat but…” His eyes scan your thighs for a second before looking back up at you. “Well, it’s interesting.”

“I’d take her for a test drive but I imagine Griselda wants the tanks here so they can get fixed up as soon as possible,” you say.

“You got a date for the post season matches?” he asks.

“Not yet, but I imagine soon,” you say. “Hopefully things go well.” He keeps on looking around curiously. “Like it so far?”

“Ha, what is this, take your kid to work day?” he asks. You roll your eyes. “No, I like it. This is some neat stuff. I feel bad for guys who can’t take Tankery without looking like weirdos.” He tries to scoot up a little to get closer to you. “But er… yeah.” You smile.

…

He looks away. You do too.

You just realized you took a boy into your tank. And it’s incredibly cramped.

And it’s getting really hot in here.

> “Um. We should get out.”
> “So. Jock. When do you leave today?”
> Remain silent.
> Other

>>2302628
>Remain silent.

>>2302628
>> Remain silent.

>>2302628
> “Um. We should get out.”

Hot makes sweat and sweaty boys are super gross.

>>2302628
>> Remain silent.

>>2302628
>Remain silent.

> Remain silent.

…

Jeep Jockey says, “Well. Um.” You twiddle your thumbs, keeping your hands in your lap. Thighs together too, yes. Don’t forget about that. Jeep Jockey leans back, resting his hand on the breech. “This is a nice tour of the tank, Ellie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say quietly. “Is it hot in here too or is it just me?”

“Nah, nah, I feel it too,” he says. “I mean, I don’t- you have vents in here or something?”

“I can just open a hatch.” You open up a hatch.

Or you would. The commander’s hatch is open. It’s just really insanely heated up now. Oh boy.

…

“Hm.”

“Yeah.”

…

Jeep Jockey says, “If we were er, if we were going to like kiss and make out in here, I don’t think this is an incredibly practical place for it. I mean, you’re way up there. I’m down here. You’d have to hunch down and stuff.”

“Who said anything about making out?” you ask, a light blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“Oh, no! I didn’t mean anything! I was just saying hypothetically if the situation ever arose I mean-“ He rubs his neck, clearly getting warm in the cheeks like you. “It’s er- I- Wow. Okay. This is um.” You look away. “I should just go start the Jeep.” He starts to move up then moves to push the loader’s hatch up. “Ah, come on you-“ You look down. He doesn’t have good footing.

“Jock, watch it,” you warn.

“What?” He looks down and then immediately slips right on top of you. You yelp, getting crushed by his body. His hands catch on the walls around you. His face is right in front of yours. He looks down. Your boobs are pressing against his chest. Your thighs are wrapped around his waist. He’s stiff as a board.

In more ways than one.

…

Oooooooh boy.

> “Get the fuck off of me.”
> “Please get off.”
> “How about I get out first and help you out?”
> Other

>>2302752
>“How about I get out first and help you out?”
It's a shame we don't drive a T-34.

>>2302752
> Kiss him
Let out all that pent up sexual tension!

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>>2302752
> “How about I get out first and help you out?”

Be nice. He's a pilot, used to nice accessible exits.

>>2302756
>T-34
Please explain.

>>2302752
> “Please get off.”
There's an easy pun in there to be made, but Elewdie doesn't need to be bullied any harder.

>>2302785
>Please explain.
Soviet tanks are infamously cramped and anything but comfortable.

I'm pretty sure the T-34 was worse than the KV-1 or IS.

>>2302796
>anything but comfortable
So its like having sex in the back of a Volkswagon?

>>2302904
What kind of Volkswagen?

If it's anything but a Thing or 90's/2000's Golf it's probably more cramped.

> “How about I get out first and help you out?”

“How about I get out first and help you out?” you ask. He nods slowly, slowly backing himself down off of you. He grabs your thighs for support as he places himself back on Stack’s position, his hands lingering for much longer than they need to before he steps back. You lift yourself up, then unlock the loader’s hatch. You pull it up then hold out your hand to Jeep Jockey. He takes it, then you help hoist him up and out of the tank. Alright. Simple.

Finally you can breathe. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode. Jesus Christ. He looks to you, very nervously. You look away, biting your lip. That was going someplace very risqué. Well, you are technically boyfriend and girlfriend but…

Mmmm…

“Get the Jeep started,” you say. He nods, jumping off.

…

…

The two of you ride along in the Jeep quietly. The silence is very loud and imposing. It’s then that you receive a call. It’s from Griselda. Oh thank goodness. You take it. “Griselda?”

“Ellie. Listen, something just cropped up here,” says Griselda. “I need you and Iris to take temporary control of the team until I get back.”

“What?” You tilt your head, leaning back. “What? What happened? Where are you going?”

“It’s the NATO organizers. I need to meet with the Commissioner about the accusations. It’ll only be for a couple of days. Oleg’s going to be coming with me too. I already told the mechanics to repair the tanks for practice tomorrow so if you could, just please run practice as normal. Okay? Once I get back, I’ll have a date for the postseason for you and we’ll figure out who we’re facing, alright?”

“Alright, Griselda.”

“And please make sure that Gertrude doesn’t butt her head into this. The moment she realizes I’m not here to run the team, she might try something.”

“Alright.”

“And make sure that the tanks get washed after every practice, alright?”

“Okay.”

“And please be sure to review the logistics logs when you get a chance because if I come back and find out we’ve spent 5k on flashy armor skirts made of aluminum, I’m gonna be pissed.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2302931
>Being so young you don't get the Mallrats reference
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc7_NEinAjI

>>2302957
>> Boast
We're good at organisation.

>>2302957
>Polite

>“And please make sure that Gertrude doesn’t butt her head into this. The moment she realizes I’m not here to run the team, she might try something.”
What, like accidentally seduce half the team?

>>2302957
> Neutral

Yes Mom.

>>2302978
This one
Also
>Other
Yes mom

> Polite

“Yes, Mom.” You roll your eyes, smirking a bit. “Don’t worry, we’ve helped you with your job before, Griselda. We can handle a couple of days of work.”

“Okay. But if you need any help, don’t hesitate to call.”

“We will, again, don’t worry. Don’t let me hold you up now, alright?”

“Alright. I’ll see you guys in a couple of days.” With that, she hangs up. Well. Guess you and Iris are now in charge of the team. Seems simple enough. Run a few practices, get the money sorted out, should be no bother. Though you are worried about what Griselda means by having to meet with the Commissioner. What are they going to talk about?

You remember meeting the Commissioner. She seemed like a nice woman. Wonder what’s got her so worked up. Unless it’s…

Well. That’ll be something for tomorrow perhaps.

Jeep Jockey looks to you. “We’re losing daylight out here, Ellie. Wanna grab some dinner or something?”

> “Nah. Can you drop me off a few blocks down? I’m gonna head back to my dorm.”
> “Nah. Can you drop me off at my parent’s place?”
> “Sure. We can do dinner.”
> Other

>>2303143
>“Nah. Can you drop me off at my parent’s place?”
So how lewd Girls Last Tour are we talking here?

>>2303143
>> “Sure. We can do dinner.”

>>2303143
> “Sure. We can do dinner.”
then drop us at our parents place

>>2303143
>> “Sure. We can do dinner.”

> “Sure. We can do dinner.”

“Sure. We can do dinner. You know a place?” you ask.

He nods. “Yeah. We passed a seafood place and-“ Seafood? Crabs? Lobster? Salmon? Oh baby.

“LET’S GO.”

“What? I was gonna-“

“NOW.”

“Okay then.”

…

…

The sun was already starting to set by the time you made it to the restaurant. You sat across from Jock at a windowed booth. And when they brought out the lobster? Oooooh boy. You were chowing down pretty intensely on such divine food. Now some people may think that you might eat seafood somewhat excessively. You say fuck that shit, this was some good stuff. You never got enough of it as a kid and you will never get enough of it now even with all the money in the world to spend. Jeep Jockey in comparison was taking his time eating. You suppose he savors his food in his own way. “I leave with the other boys tomorrow morning,” he says. “Gonna be hell though, Jack’s gonna ride us hard to get us ready for the tournament.”

“Understandable,” you say with a full mouth. He grabs a napkin then quickly dabs your cheek, cleaning it. “I’m not going to accept you just lazing and loafing around you know, Jock. You gotta work to earn your keep.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he says. You nod, going back to eating. “You know, it does mean this’ll be the last time we see each other for a while. Physically at least. I know we have our phones and everything. Maybe we can Facetime or something.” You shrug. You could.

“Well. For what it’s worth, Jock. It’s been fun today,” you say. You smile at him. He beams a bit. “I really enjoyed it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He leans back, looking to you.

…

You lean back too. “We’re bad at being a couple, aren’t we?”

“What do you mean?” he says.

“It’s just-…” You frown. “I mean, you obviously never dated girls. I’ve never dated guys before so um…” You twiddle your fingers, stopping your consuming. “No, no. Forget about it. Really, Jock. Good luck out there. Okay? Make ace-in-a-day for me.”

He smirks. “I told you, making ace-in-a-day is nearly impossible for most pilots.”

> “Hmph. I make ace-in-a-day almost every match. I can’t wear the pants in this relationship.”
> “Not even if I give you a special reward?”
> “If you don’t make ace-in-a-day, we’re through.”
> Other

>>2303302
> “Not even if I give you a special reward?”
Elewdie!

>>2303302
> Other

Just try for it.

>>2303302
>> “Not even if I give you a special reward?”
> Other

We'll put a picture of him in Oliver.

>>2303302
>> “Not even if I give you a special reward?”

>>2303302
>> “Not even if I give you a special reward?”

Time for a special euphemism!

> “Not even if I give you a special reward?”

You lean in, resting your elbows on the table and your head in your hands. “Not even if I gave you a special reward?” He blinks, now curious.

“What kind of reward?” he asks.

You shrug, fluttering your eyes. “Any kind of reward I suppose. Anything you want.” He glances briefly at your breasts then back at you. “We can discuss it when you get ace-in-a-day. Just nothing too extreme. Keep it reasonable.” He nods slowly, clearly chewing the inside of his cheek as he thinks on it. You should at least give him a little bit of encouragement. Some kind of reward is better than nothing. “Okay?”

“I’ll do my best,” he says.

With that, the two of you finish off your dinner.

…

…

You decide to let Jeep Jockey drop you off on a street corner near your parents’ house. There’s a sub station nearby on the way so if you wanted to, you could probably just go down and sleep with Winona instead. He parks up on the curb, then looks to you. “Well, it was pretty good hanging out with you, Ellie.”

“Likewise.” You gently kiss his lips, then lean back. He swallows deeply, smiling meekly. You step out of the jeep, smiling happily. “You know when you might visit again?”

He shrugs. “Maybe in a month or two. What about you?”

“If I find time, maybe I might drop into your school,” he says. “If you obviously find me some place to stay first.”

Jock says, “Of course, of course.” He glances at you up and down, nervously.

“What’s with that look?” you ask.

“Oh um, well…” He takes a breath. “Like I said. It’s gonna be a while before we see each other again so… I’m just burning the image of you into my mind before I go.”

“There’s plenty of pictures of me on the Internet you know,” you say.

“Pictures are one thing,” he says. “Getting to… hug and kiss you though that’s uh…” He rubs his neck, redness rising up his cheeks. “That’s another thing, Ellie. But er… yeah.”

> “Good night, Jock.”
> “Tell you what. Next time you come around. Second base.”
> “You can kiss me goodbye. In the morning.”
> Other

>>2303434
>“Good night, Jock.”
NOPE.
NOT. FOR. LEWDS.

>>2303434
>> “Good night, Jock.”

>>2303434
>“Good night, Jock.”

>Any kind of reward I suppose. Anything you want.
Oh. Oh no.

>>2303434
>> “You can kiss me goodbye. In the morning.”
Maybe give him another kiss now too

>>2303434
>> “You can kiss me goodbye. In the morning.”
Second base is when he makes ACE IN A DAY!

> “Good night, Jock.”

You smile, then gently peck his cheek. “Good night, Jeep Jockey.” He nods, smiling back. You can see him beam like a star just from that. “Good luck, okay?” You start stepping away. You stop then turn around. You just realized something. “Jock. By the way.” He turns to you. “I don’t think I ever actually got your real name.”

Jeep Jockey nods. “Oh yeah. My name is-“ A bus screams past, drowning him out. “Last time I’ll say that though, Ellie.”

… Fucking typical.

“You have a good night, alright?” You wave goodbye to him as he starts the stick shift on. “Don’t worry, I’ll get hard to work on that special reward of mine!”

“Nothing lewd!” you scream. He’s already onto the street and leaving. Hmph. Better not be anything lewd. You probably should’ve clarified that before he left. Oh well. Maybe when he calls you next time.

…

…

You open the door to your dorm and find Winona quietly sitting at her bed, waiting for you. Cuddles sits on her shoulder, draped like a scarf around her. “I’ve been waiting!” she says with a smug grin. You roll your eyes, dropping your bag on the ground and moving to grab your PJs. “So give me all the juicy details. Did you two kiss? Did you two make out? Did he make it to third base?”

“Third base?” You glance at her. “What’s-“ She smirks incredibly smugly. “Nevermind. Look. It was just a simple date. Nothing risqué, nothing lewd, nothing sexy. We were just spending time together. Can’t couples do that?”

Winona pouts, folding her arms. “If I were your boyfriend, I’d be lewd with you all the time.”

“…”

She smirks smugly.

You have no idea how to respond to that.

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>>2303579
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpnVwq8Yb8c

That's it for tonight's LGA2. We'll hopefully be back this weekend for more.

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See you next time.

And if you ever feel like shooting the shit with me, you can hit me up in my discord: https://discord.gg/9e9yvfv

>>2303589
Thanks for running.

Why do you still list your tumblr anyway?

>>2303589
Good stuff boss

>>2303600
Habit mostly. It's why I used to list a tumblr for my bookwriting (of which I have done absolutely none) for like a year or two even though I did nothing on it. I'm just lazy like that.

I used to have an ask.fm instead but I also forgot the password to that and I don't feel like recovering that one either.

>>2303608
Thanks for the fun, boss.

>>2303589
Thanks for the run Schteel, sorry I missed the end.

Half expecting his family to be part French and his name turns out to be Jacques, and the boy's have actually been calling him by name this whole time and we've just assumed they were calling him "Jock".

>>2303872
Do it Schteel, that would be true pottery.