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> “Let me think on it, alright?”

>>2728218
>> “Let me think on it, alright?”

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>> “Let me think on it, alright?”

> “Let me think on it, alright?”

“Let me think on it, alright?” You grab her bra and toss it back at her. She yelps as it hits her face, then she retracts back up into her bunk bed. You pull yourself out of bed and stretch your arms. Truth be told, there’d be nothing wrong with going to a watching party. It’d be like seeing a movie. You didn’t get to do that much when you were a kid. “What about you, what are you going to do?”

Winona kicks her legs back and forth as she lies forward on the bed. “Mmmm. Might go shopping for some new clothes for the postseason. I want to look regal for my Daddy.” Regal? Like nobility regal? Because you can’t really see Winona as being regal at all. “Want to come with?” You shrug. “Oh come on! You can’t be that indecisive! If you’re not going, I’ll fish for clothes for you, and you are going to love what I’m getting you.”

“It doesn’t involve getting clothes that Jock will find sexy, does it?”

“… I mean, I have lots of clothes of those type already,” she smirks, twiddling her fingers.

You roll your eyes again. “Forget it.”

“Aw come on, you’ve been wearing nothing but your uniform for the past month!” she says. “Get yourself something nice! Something showy! Something fashionable! I’ll even let you borrow some of my stuff, we’re about the same size, yeah?”

> “I’d rather go with Jock. Thanks though.”
> “I guess we can go shopping a little, grab a bite too.”
> “No thanks. I’m not about to become your fashion doll today.”
> Other

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>>2728373
>> “I’d rather go with Jock. Thanks though.”
He's here to visit us, it would be rude to ignore him.

>>2728373
>> “I’d rather go with Jock. Thanks though.”

>>2728373
>> “I’d rather go with Jock. Thanks though.”

> “I’d rather go with Jock. Thanks though.”

“I’d rather go with Jock today, Winona. Thanks though.” She deflates, pouting intensely. “Aw, jealous?”

“Please.” She glances away. “I don’t need a boy. I have the best boy right here!” Winona holds up her pet snake Cuddles. “He’s warm, cuddly, and he loves it when I boop his snoot.” Winona gently boops Cuddles’ snout, making him flick his tongue out in response. “See!”

Fair point. Though, you’re not going to go out dressed like you are now in just your pajamas. You’ll wear something nice and casual for him. Something comfortable.

…

…

You knock on Jock’s hotel door. He opens it up to see you wearing a white blouse beneath a dark grey cardigan, a black pleated miniskirt on top of some tights, and a satchel for your itinerary. Yep, nice and casual. He stares at you, dressed only in a t-shirt and some jeans. “… Okay, I’m a little undressed,” he says. “Let me just-“ He quickly shuts the door.

Well, at least he admits it.

He opens the door after about five minutes, now properly dressed in some sharp khakis, a dark green button shirt with a plain baseball cap. Hm, not too casual, not too trashy. You smile at him. He smiles back, satisfied until he sees you pulling out the papers. “What are those?”

“My itinerary.” You present all thirty pages of it to him. “We’ve got a lot to do today if we want to see all of LGA in a weekend. Now admittedly all that is mostly flavor text describing the locations we’re going to visit. You know, history, description of the locale, all that stuff. Not to mention we have lots of foodie stuff to… foodie I guess? Are you into food?”

He squints. “I mean… I guess.”

“Great. I hear there’s a seafood place down the street that serves the most scrumptious lobster too. Admittedly I just want lobster.” He nods, understanding.

“Ellie, I got a question.” Oh? “How long did it take for you to put this itinerary together?

Four hours. “Oh, about ten minutes,” you say.

[1/2]

>>2728646
[2/2]

“Riiiight.” He hands you the papers back. “Well, we can grab lunch I guess first. I got my jeep around front I can drive you. But um…” He points to the papers, not entirely sure what to say it seems? “Maybe we should just kind of let things go along organically?”

“Organically?” you ask.

“You know, one thing leads to another, we end up going to lunch, we end up at a batting cage.” He wants to go do something physically exerting immediately after lunch? That’s a ticket to the vomit comet if you’ve seen one. “Or maybe we just walk around.” He blinks. “Maybe I can see your parents. Your parents live here, right?” Yeah they-

You blink. Oh god. What will your parents say if they saw you with a boy?

Your parents that got pregnant with you when they were in your teens.

…

OH GOD.

> “No. We’re not seeing my parents. Let’s go to the lobster place and proceed onwards and upwards.”
> “I guess we can scrap my plans. Most of them anyway.”
> “… sure, we can visit my parents.”
> Other

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>“… sure, we can visit my parents.”

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>>2728650
>> “I guess we can scrap my plans. Most of them anyway.”
>> “… sure, we can visit my parents.”
Time spent with our boy is time well spent.

>>2728650
>“… sure, we can visit my parents.”

> “… sure, we can visit my parents.”

You stare at him, then back at your itinerary. “Sure. Um. We can visit my parents,” you say. “I thought you’d be more-“

“Honestly, your Dad does kind of scare me, but I’m also curious to see what kind of person he is too.” He smirks, stepping past you as he closes the door. “Your parents must be real troopers to raise a girl like you, you know?” That-… You squint. Uh… You’re not going to say you’re embarrassed. Honestly, your parents are the best people you know and love. But, to really let him get to know your parents too? Uuhh…

You sigh. After lunch.

…

…

That lobster did nothing to comfort you as you pull up in front of your parents’ house. You texted them that you were coming, not just that but also your ETA. Hopefully you don’t catch them having sex in the house or doing something really embarrassing like yoga or something else. Ugh, you’re just… You rub your face, taking a breath. Jock looks to you, concerned. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just nervous.”

“Relax.” He gently kisses you on the cheek, and immediately the stress starts subsiding like he just poked a hole in a cup of water. “I’m sure it’ll go well, right?” He steps out of the jeep and walks up to the front door. You walk up behind him, smiling. Alright, just go in with confidence. Nothing will go wrong. Your parents would never seek to embarrass you in front of your boyfriend. Not that Jock is like… okay, he is. But whatever. You knock on the door.

After a few seconds, Mom answers the door. “Ellie!” She immediately hugs you tight. She then looks over at Jock. “Oh, come here, you!” She wraps him up in the hug too. Jock happily pats her on the back, grinning brightly. “Oh, I got some donuts coming out right now!” She lets go of you two. “Not like those hole in the middle donuts but like those fancy British donuts. I’m gonna give them a nice cream filling!”

Aaaaand there goes your confidence.

[1/2]

>>2728891
[2/2]

Mom lets you two in. They’ve already got to populating the house with new furniture. There’s a new TV set up in front of the couch and the two arm chairs. And at the coffee table, Dad is sat down fiddling with something. He looks back. “Ellie!” You quickly walk up to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Aw, good to see you too. Been a while!” He looks at Jock. “Oh. And you brought your guyfriend.”

He offers his hand. “How you doing, sir?”

“Sir?” Dad stares at him, dumbstruck. “I look like a sir to you?” Jock blinks. Oh God. “Joking. Nice to see you again.” He shakes his hand. “Want to see what I’m working on?”

“What is it?” you ask. Dad scoots over, and immediately your confidence plummets to absolute zero.

“It’s a shotgun!” says Dad. In pieces on the coffee table. “Bought it a few days ago. I hear LGA is going to do a deer hunt over in the forest next year. I’ve always wanted to go hunting, never had the chance to myself. It’s a 12 gauge Mossberg. You familiar, Jock?”

“Y-… Yeah,” says Jock, staring at the shotgun.

> “Um. I’m gonna go see what Mom’s doing. You boys enjoy yourselves.”
> “Jock, why don’t you help my Mom! She’s gonna need help getting the cream in there.”
> “I’m so sorry, Jock. I didn’t know.”
> Other

>>2728893
>> “Jock, why don’t you help my Mom! She’s gonna need help getting the cream in there.”

Too lewd.

>>2728893
>Um. I’m gonna go see what Mom’s doing. You boys enjoy yourselves.”

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>>2728893
>> “Jock, why don’t you help my Mom! She’s gonna need help getting the cream in there.”
We need to talk to our dad about this.

>>2728893
>“Um. I’m gonna go see what Mom’s doing. You boys enjoy yourselves.”

> “Jock, why don’t you help my Mom! She’s gonna need help getting the cream in there.”

“Jock, why don’t you help my Mom in the kitchen! She’s gonna need some help getting all that cream in there.”

“Excuse me?” both men say. You quickly shove Jeep Jockey towards the kitchen, then you hurry over to Dad.

“What in the everloving Christ are you doing!?” you hiss quietly at him.

“Okay. I’ll be honest. I was cleaning the shotgun and I completely forgot you two were showing up,” he says. “That’s my bad. I wasn’t trying to intimidate him. Trust me, if I want to intimidate someone, I can.” You don’t doubt that but he chose NOW to clean a shotgun!? He even has shotgun shells next to it! “What, would it have looked worse if I had an AR-15 here?”

“Maybe,” you say. “Could you just try and apologize for scaring him?”

Dad stares at you. “Ellie.” He leans on the couch, giving you a very “really?” look. “You just shoved him into a kitchen with your mother.”

…

OH SHIT.

You quickly look into the kitchen and see Jeep Jockey helping wash some of the plates. Mom plates up the last of the donuts on a large silver platter then walks over and reaches across Jock’s arms. “Oops, sorry, just need to grab a few paper towels.” Jock looks down, trying desperately not to stare at Mom’s chest brushing up against his arms.

AAAAHHHH

“Mom!” you shout. Mom yelps, turning around to you. “… hi.” You wave at her.

She smiles, waving back at you. “Miss me already?” Jock quickly slides back, wiping his hands on a rag.

You giggle a little nervously. Ahaha, oh God your heart is going to explode. You walk back to Dad as he starts reassembling the shotgun. “Daaaaad…”

“Ellie. Come on, sit down.” You sit down next to him, sighing. “Look, I’m okay with Jock, honest. He seems like a nice boy. A little on the skinny side.”

“He can pick me up that’s for sure,” you say quietly. Dad snickers when you mention that. You gently punch him on the arm. Come on, that’s important too.

“Look. Let me have a chat with him outside in the garden. I’ll show him the new plants we got going back there.” He leans over to you, whispering. “Your Mom wants to grow a heck of a lot of tomatoes. She hasn’t told me why though. I think she wants to go for authentic Italian sauce or something. I’ll bring him back intact. Don’t worry. Man to man. Father to son.”

> “I’d rather not honestly.”
> “Alright. But no scary stuff.”
> Other

>>2729049
>> “Alright. But no scary stuff.”

>>2729049
>“Alright. But no scary stuff.”

>>2729049
> “Alright. But no scary stuff.”

>>2729049
>> “Alright. But no scary stuff.”

>>2729049
>“Alright. But no scary stuff.”

> “Alright. But no scary stuff.”

“Alright, but no scary stuff.” He smiles, giving your shoulder a shake before standing up.

“Hey, Jock!” Jock pokes his head around the kitchen, a donut in his mouth. “Come around back. Let me show you what we got in our garden. You do much gardening, son?”

Jock shakes his head. “Can’t say I do, sir.” He walks on over.

“Well neither do I but the wife insists,” says Dad.

“Heard that!” says Mom.

“Love you honey!” Dad shouts back. Dad grabs Jock’s shoulder and leads him outside to the backyard. You can see Jock look back with a frightful expression on his face, but you shake your head, smiling. He’ll be fine. Dad’s not a serial killer or anything. Mom comes out of the kitchen with a plate of little donuts and offers you one. Oh, you just ate but… no, you must have one. You take it and bite in. The exterior is so warm and crunchy, but the filling is so goopy and sweet. Such a mashup of flavors.

“He’s cute,” says Mom. You almost choke on the donut before looking at her. “How long have you two been dating?”

“Um, not too long, Mom,” you say. “About a month. We’ve seen each other before a lot though. I helped him out with some personal stuff going on.” Mom nods, munching on a donut.

“Have you been intimate yet?” WHAT. WHAT. You stare at her, dropping your donut onto your lap from shock. Mom giggles a little, patting your arm. Mom!? What the fuck!? Of course not! “I’m joking, Ellie. Seriously, relax! It’s okay. We don’t wanna make a joke out of your relationship. It’s so nice you’ve found someone you can be intimate with.”

“We’re not- we’re not that intimate, Mom,” you say. “I-… I mean, we kiss and stuff…” Agh. You do not need this. Why did you consider this? You rub your cheek and feel the heat coming from it.

Mom places a hand on your shoulder, scooting close. “Look, Ellie. Let me just be upfront with you. It’s okay to have sex before marriage.” MOM. STOP. PLEASE. “I mean, what happened with your Father and I, yes, it was an accident. But it did result in you. But that doesn’t always happen. You were lucky to get your Father and I.” You nod, yes, yes. Of course. “All we ask is that you practice safe sex. And you never do anything you don’t want to do. Use a condom. I would suggest getting on birth control too.”

“Mom.” You stare at her. “He’s right outside,” you hiss. “You already gave me the talk before I entered LGA too.”

“I know, I know.” Mom smiles, lightly hugging you. “I’m just happy you got a boyfriend that’s all, Ellie. Aren’t you?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2729206
>Boast

>>2729206
>Boast

>>2729206
> Polite

> Boast

“I am.” You smile. “I really am, Mom. It’s just really, really, weird to accept I guess. Because… I’ve never had anybody like that before.” You look back at Middle School. All the boys you remember, most of them at least, were more concerned with your breasts growing in and the fact that you seemed to be alone most of the time. Not to mention the girls being jealous that you developed a figure way before any of them did. It’s not your fault that your parents fed you good food despite being on a shoestring budget. Jock though, he’s a keeper for sure. You’ve heard stories of people breaking up, bittersweet stuff about cheating and not getting along.

You really just want to get along with Jock.

“Well. What I want for you is to be happy, Ellie.” Mom pinches your cheek. “Just be careful. I know you’re a smart girl but even smart girls need reminders.”

“Thanks, Mom.” You glance away, rubbing at your hair, trying to take your mind off this embarrassingly lewd subject. Of course, there’s no way you want Jock that badly. Right? Right.

Jock steps in with Dad. “You know, Mister Zumwalt, I gotta say.” He looks at Dad. “I think if I ever get a house, I’ll just hire a gardener.”

“Ah, takes a strong man to admit their faults,” says Dad. “Too bad, Ellie loves to garden.” What? Jock looks at you. You shake your head. No. No, no. You don’t know that much about gardening. “Don’t you?”

“Nooo-“ Jock is on his phone. “… were you trying to look up how to garden?”

Jock glances at Dad, then back at you. “… no.” He places his phone back into his pocket.

Mom giggles. “Well, do you guys want dinner? I can cook you up a nice pasta. I saw some recipes on how to make the most delicious meatballs too.”

> “No, no. We should get going.”
> “Dinner sounds lovely actually.”
> Other

>>2729321
>“Dinner sounds lovely actually.”

>>2729321
>> “Dinner sounds lovely actually.”

>>2729321
>> “Dinner sounds lovely actually.”

> “Dinner sounds lovely actually.”

…

…

“So I was zooming and flying around. See a Buffalo isn’t exactly the kind of thing you bring to a fight against an Me-109, not to mention that it’s faster, it’s better at high alt, it’s got better armaments, and it’s a better pilot. But I was holding my ground best I could.” Mom and Dad listened politely as Jeep Jockey described his derring-do against the Beast. “Now, Ellie was there. She was cheering for me, right, Ellie?”

You nod. “I was.”

“And I was trying to get some shots off, and…” Jock looks at your parents, then says, “You two have no idea what I’m talking about do you?”

“Um.” Dad leans back in his seat, slurping some pasta. “… something about airplanes?”

Mom says, “Was the other pilot cute too?”

Jock snickers. “Okay, okay. I started a little too fast. Um. Let’s get into Skycraft, okay? It’s sort of like Tankery. But Skycraft is more of an individual sport. Sure, you’re in a team. But in Skycraft, most times you’re not stuck in a crew-served plane. Most pilots have to pull their weight getting kills or at least being able to dogfight up there and get the other team to waste their fuel. If you can’t go more than five minutes in Skycraft, might as well not be up there. It’s intense.”

“So I hear,” says Dad. He looks to you. You shrug. Truth be told, you’re interested, but not that interested.

Jock says, “Plus, people get pretty savage up there. It’s a pretty cutthroat sport.”

Dad looks at you again. Ah. Now you see. He’s trying to impress Dad with how “dangerous” Skycraft is.

“Yeah, people ram each other out of the skies all the time, people shred wings with their props, all that stuff.” Jock smiles, happily trying to boast.

> “Jock, you don’t need to put on a show.”
> “Jock, tell him about that time you got an ace in a day.”
> “Cough tankeryisbetter cough”
> Other

>>2729580
>> “Jock, tell him about that time you got an ace in a day.”

>>2729580
>“Jock, tell him about that time you got an ace in a day.”
> “Cough tankeryisbetter cough”

>>2729580
>> “Jock, tell him about that time you got an ace in a day.”
>> “Cough tankeryisbetter cough”

> “Jock, tell him about that time you got an ace in a day.”
> “Cough tankeryisbetter cough”

“Jock. Tell him about that time you got ace in a day.”

Jock grins. “Oh yeah. We uh… we had a practice match. Low alt game so most everyone was at low altitude over the ocean. And so I was just in the thick of it. I was actually pretty lucky that day. Because were just flying around like a bunch of hornets. My first kill basically just flew right in front of my crosshair and I figured ‘eh, he’s there. Let me give him a burst’. Hit his engine, he went sailing into the water. Next kill, guy tried to come in behind me. I pulled a scissors, ended up behind him, boom another kill. And-“

You cough. He looks at you. “What was that?” he asks.

“What?” you ask.

“You said something about Tankery.”

“Mmmm no I didn’t,” you say, looking away. He smirks, snickering. You giggle a little too. You pinch his arm and he gently bats at your hand.

Mom sighs. “You know, did I ever tell you guys about how I met your Father?” Oh God, this story.

“How did you two meet?” asks Jock.

Dad rolls his eyes. “She crashed into my house.” Jock looks at Dad as if to say, “she what”. Dad continues and says, “They were holding a practice match in the city. I was living in a little townhouse. They told us all to get out or be liable for damages. My parents got out but I told them, ‘eh, I’ll stay. The match is gonna be miles away.’”.

“Big mistake,” says Mom. “We drew them into the residential district. A shell caught our engine block and we skidded straight into your house. I actually blew right into your room.”

“Her tank skidded right next to my bed while I was reading a book.” Dad motions to Mom and says, “And she goes ‘Ew, Great Gatsby? What are you, a nerd?’” Jock laughs a little while Mom slaps Dad’s arm, a light smile on her face. “That must’ve been when we were Freshmen, yeah?”

Mom nods. “Freshman year. Next month, you asked me out.”

“Yeah, we didn’t have quite the daring introduction,” you say. “But it seems like that’s tradition. Destructive first impressions.”

“Yeah,” says Mom. “You know, what really makes it better is that your Father was so frozen with fear he didn’t even realize he had wet himself too.” Dad glares at Mom. You roll your eyes while Jock tries to contain himself. “Oh honey, I’m sorry. I had to.”

Dad says, “Anybody would be scared of a tank almost killing them.” You giggle at that, then feel your skirt vibrate. A text! You check your phone.

> Stack: Girls are getting together to watch the game in an hour. You coming by with Jock?


> EZ: Sure.
> EZ: No thanks. Have fun.
> EZ: Sure. Just me though.
> Other

>>2729803
>EZ: Sure.

We have our own vehical, we can flee if needed.

>>2729803
>EZ: Sure.

>>2729803
>> EZ: Sure.

>>2729803
>EZ: Sure.

>>2729803
>> EZ: Sure. But you have to play nice.
No let them bully our Jockey.

> EZ: Sure.

> EZ: Sure. But you have to play nice with Jock. Not teasing or bullying or joking.
> Stack: A boy like him I don’t need to joke.

You roll your eyes. “Um, Jock, after this. Can you drive me to the hangar? Suvorov’s got a viewing party settled out, we’re going to be watching the Wild Card match.”

“Sure,” says jock. “Mister and Misses Zumwalt, are you going to be watching.”

“If we can,” says Dad. “My money’s on J. Walter Christie Polytech. I like their crazy little tanks.” Mom rolls her eyes at that. Like mother like daughter you suppose. “And besides, your Mom said that if Christie won I get-“ Mom slaps Dad on the arm, blushing intensely. “What? Come on!”

Ugh. Your virgin ears.

…

…

After finishing up dinner and helping with the dishes, you check your watch. Thirty minutes to game time. You and Jock say goodbye to Mom and Dad. “Later guys!” You hug them goodbye, then head on over to Jock’s Jeep. Jock starts it up.

Mom says, “Enjoy yourselves!” She blinks. “Oh, wait, wait, wait!” She runs back into the house, then runs back outside and hands your satchel. Oh, awesome! You forgot about that! She hands it off to you. “Can’t let you forget.” She winks at you. “No rush.” Eh? “See ya!”

Jock starts driving off down the street. You look back to see them waving before going back inside the house. Alright then. That didn’t go too badly. You look over at Jock, smiling.

“So, everything go well?” you ask.

Jock nods. “Yeah.” He looks at you. “Um. While I was out there in the garden. Did your Mom also give you a talk about sex?” … what. “Because when we were out there, your Dad asked if I had been with other girls before and I said no and he was actually pretty happy about that for some reason.” DAD. MOTHER OF GOD. You are going to kill him. “And then we talked about plants. He’s right though, gardening is boring.” He looks at you. “Why is your face red?”

You fold your arms. Ugh. Whatever. You take a look inside your satchel to make sure you have everything and…

…

Jock looks back at you, then sees you. “Ellie, you okay?”

Mom dumped a couple of condoms into your bag. You take out a note and read it.


> Just in case!
> Love, Mom

…

You’re going to kill them.

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>>2730118
That's it for tonight. We'll be back tomorrow for more. Hope you all enjoyed.

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See you next time.

>>2730130
Thanks for the fun, boss. See you tomorrow

You made absolute sure not to let Jock look into your bag at all on the trip here. He seems quite confused by your disposition. By trying to honestly explain the situation to him will just make things awkward. And you are not going to lie to him, you’re a terrible liar. You’ll simply make sure that the satchel is at your side at all times today.

You arrive at the hangar in relatively good time to see all the crewmembers funneling in, having brought snacks, pajamas, dufflebags, toiletries… wait are they planning a sleepover? You hope Griselda authorized that. You look over and find Stack, Winona, Ingrid, and Josephina standing at the curb and conversing. They look at you and immediately adopt bright grins.

Oh boy.

Jock pulls up and cuts the engine. “How you girls doing?”

“Jock!” Winona holds her arms out. “Come here, babe!” Jock steps out and hugs her. Winona hugs back tightly. Your eye twitches a little. Little too affectionate there, Winona. Winona lets go, smiling happily right before Stack punches Jock in the side.

“Ah! Stack, what-“

“Good to see you, bucko!” says Stack. Jock holds his side.

“Damn, you got an arm, Stack!” Jock nervously laughs it off as he tries not to seem like that actually hurt him. He looks over at Ingrid and Josephina. “Nice to see you girls too.”

“Bonsoir,” says Josephina. “Have a good trip in, oui?” Jock nods.

Ingrid says, “You came to watch the game with us?” Jock nods. “Sweet. We brought some snacks too. Duchess brought a hugeass cake too.” She leans over to you. “And it actually looks delicious. You should see it.”

Winona keeps holding onto Jock from behind. “Oohh, but first, let’s get our spot set up. We got blankets and pillows and everything. We were gonna sleep over too. Ellie. I brought you some nice jammies for you to get changed into.”

You blink. “Oh, there’s no need to-“ Winona grabs your hand and starts dragging you along. “Wait, Winona, I- I don’t need to-“

Winona whispers in your ear. “We need to let Jock get acquainted with the girls by himself. Just for a little bit.” Hm. You look back and see Jock standing around with Stack, Ingrid, and Josephina.

Stack glances at Jock’s arms. “So, you do much heavy lifting or do you pilots have mechanics to do all your work for you?”

Ingrid says, “I hear the Mets are doing fantastic this year. You’re not a Mets fan, are you?” Josephina giggles, towering over Jock from behind him.

> Oh hell no, your boy needs you.
> Eh, he can handle himself. Right? Right?
> Other

>>2732840
>Oh hell no, your boy needs you.

Do we need to remind the girls that we have authority and know where they sleep?

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>> Oh hell no, your boy needs you.
Protect

> Oh hell no, your boy needs you.

You wrest your hand free of Winona. Your boy needs you! You quickly run over and grab his arm. “Girls, girls, not everyone at once!” Jock immediately relaxes, taking a deep breath. “I mean, Jock is just one person. He can’t hold three conversations at once.” Stack and Ingrid knowingly glance at each other. What? He can’t! He can barely hold conversation with you!

Stack smirks, snickering a little under her breath. “Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch, Ellie! We was just trying to get to know the boy, that’s all!” Hmph, vultures. Stack folds her arms, looking at Jock. “Serious though, I’d love to know more about Skycraft. I hear y’all got the big planes with the 75 millimeter guns and what not. Those sound like a barrel of fun.”

“They are,” says Jock. “I mean, our school doesn’t have them.”

Ingrid holds up a finger. “So, Mets fan or not?”

“Giants actually,” says Jock. Ingrid looks positively disgusted. “What?”

Ingrid snorts, indignant. “Nothing.” She nudges Stack. “Come on, Stack. Let’s go get our blankets together.”

Stack winks at Jock. “See you around, flyboy.” The two giggle as they walk away.

Josephina happily grins. “It was good seeing you, Jeep Jockey! Hope you enjoy the match!” She walks away too, waving goodbye.

“That was close,” you say.

Jock nods. “I know. But look at them all.” You see other girls looking at you and Jock, giggling and gossiping under their breaths. You look over at Winona, who is very mad. She taps her foot impatiently, pouting as she glares at you and Jock. “She doesn’t look happy.”

> “Sorry, Winona. I’m just gonna go and find a place to park Jock for a little bit.”
> “Okay, Winona. Let’s see what you bought. Wait here, Jock.”
> “Uh, how about I introduce you to the Commanders?”
> Other

>>2733082
Is that first option supposed to be park with Jock?

>>2733106
Nah just find a place to leave him for a little bit.

>>2733082
>“Sorry, Winona. I’m just gonna go and find a place to park Jock for a little bit.”

Get settled then we'll see what inappropriate thing she got us

>>2733082
> “Sorry, Winona. I’m just gonna go and find a place to park Jock for a little bit.”
Something to keep him occupied.

>>2733082
>“Sorry, Winona. I’m just gonna go and find a place to park Jock for a little bit.”

> “Sorry, Winona. I’m just gonna go and find a place to park Jock for a little bit.”

“Sorry, Winona. I’m just gonna go find some place to park my Jeep… Jockey.” You grin. “Get it. Jeep- Jeep- it’s- nevermind.” You grab his hand and start walking him through. You look around and see all the girls giggling and laughing at Jock, staring at the two of you. Ugh, this is a Girls Academy, yes. But they could stand to act like adults!

Speaking of adults, Iris! Perfect! You find Iris and her crew setting up a lovely little tea party. You bring Jock over. “Iris! Jock, this is Iris. Iris, Jock.”

Iris gives a polite curtsie. “Charmed.” Jock seems surprised, then looks at you.

“They’re proper ladies,” you say. “They’re not going to tease or bully you or anything.”

“Quite,” says Iris. She offers Jock a cup of tea, to which Jock takes it hesitantly. “Do you need me to watch him for a little bit.”

“Yeah, Winona wants me to do something for her,” you say. “Just for a little bit, is that fine, Iris?”

Iris places her hand over her heart. “I will guard him with my life.” She sits down at the table they’ve set up then offers Jock a chair. “Come, sit.” Jock sits down, smiling politely. “We have scones coming I believe. Now, I am prepared to listen to your life story, as a proper lady should.”

Jock looks at you. “Are you uh… sure about her?” he whispers to you. Iris tilts her head, curiously. Violent comes over and pours her a cup of tea too. “I feel like I’m seriously beneath her.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2733293
>Polite
She makes everyone feel that way. She's just more polite than most people deserve.

>>2733293
>Neutral

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>>2733293
> Polite
She'll take good care of you

> Polite

“Trust me, she’s like this with everyone. She’s just a lot more polite than most people deserve.” Jock looks back at Iris, who motions for him to take a sip of tea. He gingerly brings it up to his lips and sips. He blinks in surprise. Must be good tea.

“Alright,” he says. “Um. I’ll be right here then.”

Wonderful. You pat his shoulder then kiss him on the cheek. You’ll be back in just a jiffy.

You hurry on over to Winona, who still looks pretty indignant. “Come on, Winona. Let’s see what you bought.”

…

…

You look at the incredibly sheer nightshirt she’s given you. It’s white, but it’s so loose and so… You look at yourself wearing it in the mirror.

Lewd.

Winona pops in from behind you, wrapping her arms around you. “I picked it myself out.”

“How’d you figure out my size?” you ask.

“Come on, Ellie. Four months of living with you has taught me a lot of things,” she says quickly. Winona quickly takes a brush and starts brushing at your hair too. “We gotta brush your hair too, make you look nice and fluffy.” Ugh, that’s fine you guess. At least the lockerroom is relatively empty so nobody can see you like this. Still, just a nightshirt? No pants? No socks, no shoes? What’s Jock going to think? “Keep your mind off the boy now.” She snaps her fingers, shaking you back to reality. “Come on, tell you what. Who do you think is going to win tonight?”

“Eh?”

“Between Christie and George Washington,” she says. “They’re both good teams. And technically Washington has one of the few victories against us.”

“In a fluke,” you say.

“Honest opinion, I want to hear it,” says Winona. She stops brushing your hair and starts stripping down too.

> “I think Christie has it. Their unorthodox behavior will give them an edge.”
> “George Washington is far more disciplined and sturdy. They’ll have it.”
> “Undecided.”
> Other

>>2733466
>“George Washington is far more disciplined and sturdy. They’ll have it.”

>>2733466
>> “George Washington is far more disciplined and sturdy. They’ll have it.”

> “George Washington is far more disciplined and sturdy. They’ll have it.”

“George Washington has a far more disciplined team with a roster that’s actually filled with good tanks, not gimmicks. They’ll have the edge I’m sure.”

Winona pouts a little. “You don’t want to root for my idol though?”

“I’d like to, but I just don’t think she’ll win,” you state.

Winona huffs. “Hmph. I guess that’s fair.” You turn to look at her and find her wearing nothing but a t-shirt and some really short shorts. Given the way the shirt hangs low, it’s as if she’s not wearing shorts at all. “What do you think, do I look sexy or do I look sexy?” You stare at her. “Oh please, Ellie, this isn’t to get Jock’s attention.”

“It better not be,” you say.

“No, it’s to get yours,” she says. What? She giggles, taking your hand. “Come on! Let’s go! They’re going to cut the cake!”

…

…

You’ll be honest. You never thought Duchess would actually be capable of making a good cake but here you are eating a corner slice of it (corner slices are reserved for you, Iris, Griselda, and Duchess herself). It’s a sweet vanilla cake with the absolute spongiest filling in it and the most deliciously sweet frosting to top it off. Not to mention Duchess also thought to bring MREs too. “Those MREs are the real treat!” she proclaims. “Here, I saved you a chicken burrito bowl!” She hands you an MRE.

“Why are you giving us MREs?” Suvorov asks. “Not that I don’t want to eat like a soldier and everything, it’d bring me closer to the greatest General that ever lived-“

“Because they’re nearing the end of their shelf life,” says Duchess. “And we gotta get rid of them.” Oh. “Don’t worry, they’re not expired. Yet.”

Well, you’ll probably set this aside for later. You decide to see what Jock is doing and…

You find him sitting with Iris. And Elyse. She stares dreamily into Jock’s eyes as Jock prattles on about something. “… and a Willys Jeep just needs better suspension and I think it’d be great! I mean, I’ve had to take mine to the shop every now and again because the suspension is just horrific on rough roads. It can go off road, but you’d better be prepared.”

You step up to the three of them, staring at them. Jock looks up at you, then his eyes immediately bug out at the sight of you in your nightshirt. Yes, yes, eat it up with those hungry eyes. You look down at Elyse. “Mm, I can see why he’s your boyfriend, Ellie. He’s dreamy,” she says.

Iris looks at you. “I’m sorry, Elyse was far too insistent that she meet him. Considering part of their little fan club involves also now getting boyfriends of their own to match you.”

> “Shoo, Elyse. He’s mine.”
> “Elyse, you don’t all have to get boyfriends just because I have one.”
> “I mean, I can give them some advice if they want it.”
> Other

>>2733726
>“Elyse, you don’t all have to get boyfriends just because I have one.”

That's like the worst reason to get boyfriends. That's how you get desperate and make terrible decisions. You could end up e-dating a neckbeard!

>>2733726
>“Elyse, you don’t all have to get boyfriends just because I have one.”

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>>2733726

>> “Elyse, you don’t all have to get boyfriends just because I have one.”
Getting a boyfriend just to have one isn't a good idea. You need to let it happen naturally. (Or by fixing his problems desu)

>>2733726
“Elyse, you don’t all have to get boyfriends just because I have one.”
Then when that doesn't work, suggest that the way to be most like you would be to only get a boyfriend when it comes naturally.

> “Elyse, you don’t all have to get boyfriends just because I have one.”

“Elyse, you and your fan club don’t all have to get boyfriends just because I have one,” you say. “That’s like the worst idea.”

Elyse blinks. “Can’t I get a boyfriend because I want one?”

“… you can,” she says. “But it has to be natural. It has to be a boy you want. It can be a friend, it can be someone you really find attractive, it can be anybody. But you have to make sure it’s all natural. Rushing into it is not going to help anybody.”

Elyse is pensive, rubbing her chin a little. “Hm. I suppose you’re right, Elodie.” She stands up. “Don’t worry. If I get a boyfriend, he’ll be a handsome number that I can be proud to call my boyfriend. He won’t be some basement dweller or a wolf in sheep‘s clothing! He’ll be a real man!” She motions to Jock. “Just like Jock!”

You chortle, then quickly cover your mouth.

Jock looks at you. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say.

Suvorov quickly gets on top of her tank. “Everyone, we’re wheeling the big screen in! Get yourselves ready!”

Iris looks to you. “We’ll set up our blanket next to yours.” Lovely. You all get yourselves up and move on over to where you’ll watch. The tanks have all been moved to one side of the hangar to allow for more the screen. Denise wheels it on using Griselda’s Dodge truck. It’s as wide and as tall as the Jagdtiger. You have to wonder where Suvorov got the money to rent that thing.

Everyone sets their blankets down. Winona sits down, then looks at you and Jock. She happily pats the spot next to her. “Come on, Jock!” Jock moves to sit down, but you immediately intercept him and sit down next to Winona. “… hmph.” She smirks, apparently peeved but also intrigued.

You all settle down beneath blankets and watch as Suvorov and crew set up the feed. “It goes like this right?” asks Suvorov.

“No, no, no!” says Patton. “That wire goes there! This goes there! Giap! Tell her!”

Giap stuffs her face full of cake as she watches. “Uh, yeah. What Suvorov said.”

Patton rolls her eyes. “Sweet Jesus.”

[1/2]

>>2733902
[2/2]

Finally they get the feed online. Just in time because the match is about to begin. Jock settles in next to you while Stack, Ingrid, and Josephina sit around you, Winona, and Jock. You see Iris and company settle down next to you, while Griselda and her crew sit down.

Her whole crew, including Athena and Tessa. Athena hugs her legs, looking at Griselda. “Kind of reminds you of Middle School, huh?”

“Yeah, those days where we’d have a slumber party watching Tankery matches to the wee hours of the morning,” says Griselda. Athena twiddles her fingers a little, glancing away. “Takes me back. I kind of miss those days really.”

“Why’s that?” asks Tessa.

“I was a lot happier,” says Griselda. She shrugs. “Though. Then again, I still have you guys.” Yuno and Luisa look up at her. She looks back at them. “What, do I got something on my face? The match is up there, girls.” She looks over at you. “Ellie! Whoever wins, they lose once we face them, yeah?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2733905
>Boast

so long as we pay attention. This is intel gathering as much as entertainment

>>2733905
>> Boast
>> Neutral
They will, because we will stay focused and because of our training.

>>2733905
>Boast

> Boast

“Trust me, we’ll win as long as we pay attention.” As much as it is a way to spend time with your crew and your boyfriend, it’s also a way to gather some intelligence.

You watch as Perrine Hobart and Carolina Greene bow to each other. Then the signal flare shoots up, signaling the start of the Wild Card match.

> WESTERN LEAGUE WILD CARD MATCH
> FLAG MATCH

> GEORGE WASHINGTON MILITARY ACADEMY
> Hometown: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
> Motto: “Virtus Repulsae Nescia”
> March: Yankee Doodle
> Commander: Carolina “Swamp Fox” Greene

> VS

> J. WALTER CHRISTIE POLYTECHNICAL INSTITUTE
> Hometown: Stamford, Connecticut
> Motto: “Semita Victoriae”
> March: “Thunderstruck” AC/DC
> Commander: Perrine Hobart

The first thing you immediately notice is that Perrine has brought the same roster from last time, Calliopes and all and even the Sturmtiger.

However, GWMA’s roster is different. They’ve shedded the Panzer IIs, the BT tanks, and the Hotchkisses in favor of a roster made up entirely of Chaffees. It seems they must have gotten a budget increase, and they know full well that those piddly 20mms and 45mms will not be of any help against the primarily heavy set up of J. Walter Christie.

The match locale is set up in the snowy hills of Alaska, relatively boring. No real landmarks or choke points or strategic hazards. No, this is going to come down to the better tactical thinking. And the first thing that happens is Carolina leading a full frontal charge, heedless of the amount of snow they’re kicking up behind their tanks. Everyone watches attentively.

And you have to note, both commanders of both teams are each other’s flags. And it’s a thirty on thirty.

Wait. You take another look at Perrine’s tank.

“That’s not her AVRE,” you say.

Winona grins. “It’s the Ardeer Aggie. She must’ve pulled it out from somewhere. I thought she scrapped it for parts.” Indeed, the Ardeer Aggie. Instead of the Flying Dustbin, what was mounted in that Churchill turret now was basically a giant recoilless rifle. You have to wonder how Perrine got that thing working.

But that’s immediately thrown out the window once her Calliopes start firing a massive rocket barrage at the incoming tanks. GWMA’s tanks split up and start coming in at Christie’s clumped up mass from three angles. Perrine’s tanks have no real formation to speak of but what they do have are lots of bulldozers on their AVREs. They start packing snow and ice up all around the formation until they get a neat circle going.

[1/2]

>>2734090
[2/2]

Ah, now you see what’s going on. They’re using packed up snow to build a wall. The M24 Chaffees will only be effective at close ranges, so they’ll have to circle around Perrine’s formation until they get clear shots. It’s like an old fashioned infantry square in theory.

What’s more, Perrine has brought out the E-100. That tank is more or less literally inpenetrable by the Chaffees under most circumstances.

Combat is joined. And just as Perrine hoped for, GWMA’s tanks start circling around the formation like Indians at Little Big Horn. They fire away at all the heavies, and in return the AVREs fire back with massive blasts that throw some of the Chaffees up in the air.

“Come on, Perrine!” yells Winona.

“Booo, nobody likes Perrine!” says Regina.

> Cheer for Perrine.
> Cheer for Carolina.
> Keep silent. Be impartial.
> Other

>>2734096
>> Keep silent. Be impartial.
Unless Perrine flubs like we did vs GWMA, she's probably got this in the bag. She's a better commander with a stronger, if unorthodox lineup.

>>2734096
> Keep silent. Be impartial.

>>2734096
>Keep silent. Be impartial.

Study. Learn.

> Keep silent. Be impartial.

You decide to be impartial for now though. Mostly because you can feel Jeep Jockey rubbing up against your arm beneath this blanket. Hmph, innocent enough. It’s not like-

You yelp. Jock looks at you in surprise, as do all the other girls around you. “What?” he asks. You blink. He just grabbed your knee.

“Nothing,” you say. No need to make a scene.

Anyway though, on the topic of the tank match. It’s a lot of fast paced excitement. A trio of Chaffees tried to back directly into the circle to try and get everyone divided up. But were foiled by the Sherman Calliopes, the reliable mediums being shoved into the center. Another pair of Chaffees try to snipe far away as they drive around, but their short 75mms can’t find any reliable weakpoints on the move and against such heavy armor.

There’s no real gimmick to this match up if you’re honest. Perrine has the better lineup. And Carolina’s fast tanks simply can’t break the lines. She might’ve made a mistake not bringing the rocket Hotchkisses. After half an hour, it’s over when Perrine’s Ardeer Aggie snipes Carolina’s Chaffee. Her Chaffee goes end over end before toppling onto its turret. The white flag pops up from below.

> GEORGE WASHINGTON MILITARY ACADEMY’S FLAG TANK HAS BEEN RENDERED INOPERABLE

> J. WALTER CHRISTIE POLYTECHNICAL INSTITUTE IS VICTORIOUS!

It’s over in just about a half hour. Everyone grumbles about Perrine winning, except for Winona. Winona happily hoots and hollers. “Wooo! Get some! Perrine just got some!” She makes a L over her forehead and blows raspberries at everyone. “Suck it losers! We’re going to be facing Perrine again real soon I bet!”

Truth be told, you really wish you weren’t.

Still, it was informative to say the least. Everyone starts packing in to go to sleep in the hangar. But you keep on looking at the screen. Perrine and her crew and all her teammates mob each other as they celebrate the win.

Meanwhile, you see Carolina Greene crawl out of her Chaffee. Her crew all sit down and mope around, limp and more or less defeated. Carolina sighs, then smashes her fist into the snow, gritting her teeth as she faces the ground. You see her cheeks are red, and faint trails of tears are running down her face as she struggles to get back up. But she finally does and starts walking back to the recovery trucks.

That could be you if you don’t play your cards right this tournament.

Winona hands you a pillow, then looks at Jock. She smirks. “Gonna be sleeping with us, Jock?”

Jock blinks, then rubs his neck nervously. “Oh, no, I couldn’t! I mean… there’s so many girls around and everything and I- I don’t want to be like a… a third wheel or anything.”

> “Stay here, Jock. It’ll be fine.”
> “I’ll take Jock home. Don’t worry.”
> “That’s fine. Good night, Jock.”
> Other

>>2734331
>“I’ll take Jock home. Don’t worry.”

>>2734331
>> “I’ll take Jock home. Don’t worry.”

>>2734331
>> “I’ll take Jock home. Don’t worry.”

> “I’ll take Jock home. Don’t worry.”

“I’ll take Jock home, don’t worry.” Winona pouts furiously. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that it was okay for one guy to sleep in the same room as like 70 or 80 girls,” you say.

Stack rolls her eyes. “It’s not like we’re going to molest him.”

“Well, now I know I’m going to take him home.”

Ingrid coughs. “Tomolesthim.”

“What was that!?” Did she just say what you thought she said. Ingrid coughs, hurrying to take a drink of water. “… I’m onto you. Come on Jeep, let’s get your Jock started. I mean- Get your- Just get your car.” The girls all giggle as the two of you start heading out to the jeep. You’re still put up in the pajamas Winona gave you, but you don’t care. It’s actually quite comfy. And it’s not that cold outside anyway. You grab your satchel and hurry out and with him.

…

…

If there was anything you noticed about Jock on the way back to his hotel, it was that he refused to even look at you. “Is something wrong, Jock?” you ask as you walk down the hall with him.

“No, no…” He glances away, blood rising up in his cheeks. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Then why can’t you look at me?” you ask. “Is it the nightshirt?”

“Yes,” he says quickly. Okay, that’s understandable. You’re not exactly decent but you… ugh, you’ll just have Denise drive you back or something. It’s not like you’re doing the Walk of Shame. Goodness knows you’ve seen too many Streetwalkers freezing their butts off in the cold to know what that looks like. The two of you finally arrive at his room, and he finally turns around to look at you. “I mean, I-… I look at you Ellie and you just-…” He takes a breath, then clutches his fists against his chest. “Wow. I mean how did I score a girl like you?”

“You didn’t ‘score’ me.” You fold your arms. “Besides. Is me being… attractive a bad thing?”

[1/2]

>>2734506
[2/2]

“No, no! Hell no! What guy would want an ugly girlfriend!?” You stare at him. “That’s not to say that having an ugly girlfriend is bad! Just there has to be like physical attraction before emotional attraction! And certainly I have both with you I just-… I’m not really able to process it well I guess? You’re a really beautiful girl, Ellie. I really like you. And you’re smart too. So I kinda feel stupid just standing next to you. You know, like a hog next to a swan?”

Well, it’s nice that the two of you are at least honest about your inexperience with romance. You smile, at least he called you beautiful. “Well, Jock. It was really fun hanging out with you today regardless. I hope my parents weren’t too hard on you.” He shakes his head. “Well, I’ll uh-…” You can see him chewing on the inside of his cheek, as if trying to get some words out. “Did you want something?”

He glances down the hallways, then looks at you. “Um. You can stay over for the night you know.” Eh? “I mean, I don’t want you walking outside in just that so…”

Wait. He wants you to stay over the night. Does he want to have sex with you? Oh. OH GOD. NO. GOD NO. Your heart’s not ready for something like that! You need to prepare yourself first! This is just in some hotel on the schoolship! It’s not some place romantic! “On second thought,” he says. “Forget it. That’s not… I shouldn’t. Good night, Ellie.” He starts to close the door.

> “Good night.”
> “No, I’ll stay.”
> Other

>>2734511
>“No, I’ll stay.”
Go for it! Be bold!

>>2734511
>“Good night.”

FLEE! Flee from the lewds.

And call Denise for a ride.

>>2734511
>“Good night.”

>>2734511
> “No, I’ll stay.”
We like him, he likes us, ther's no reason to be scared. We don't even have to go all the way, or do anything. He's a good guy, he's not about to force anything.

>>2734511
>> “No, I’ll stay.”

>>2734511
>> “No, I’ll stay.”

> “No, I’ll stay.”

You stop the door firmly. “No.” He looks to you, complete shock on his face. “I’ll stay.”

“Oh.” He looks around. “Um. I was honestly sure you would just go back and-“ You step up and gently shove him back from the door. You then shut the door behind you. Your heart is beating fast enough to tear a hole through your chest. And your head is swimming in all manners of emotions. But there is one constant: you want this. You step up and grab his hands, then quickly plant a kiss on his lips. You both shut your eyes as you back up slowly to the bed. He sits down on the mattress, and you quickly mount up onto his lap.

This kiss you’ve given him is not stopping. Somewhere in between your felt your tongues touch. Why tongue? You’re not going to stop but why? Disgusting. And yet weirdly arousing. He holds onto your hips, squeezing your skin through the thin fabrics of your night shirt. One of his hands too slips down to your bare thigh and squeezes too, making you yelp a little. Right, nowhere lewd, nowhere important…

Then you remember you need to breathe.

You pull back, panting desperately as you try to catch some air. A strand of saliva keeps you two connected before you slap it away. He looks to you, panting too, blinking rapidly as he tries to process what’s going on.

Then he says, “… I have no idea what to do beyond this point.”

You blink. Seriously? “What?”

He leans back a little, scooting a bit. You still sit on his lap, and you can definitely feel it. He has a goddamn boner. “I mean… I-… I… did it never occur to you that I’ve never had a girlfriend before?” It did but you thought he’d lead and everything. Guys do that. “I mean, you can take the lead, Ellie.”

…

You have no fucking idea what to do either. Goddamn it.

Well. Interesting night you suppose.

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>>2734741
That's it for tonight and this weekend. Hopefully we'll be back for more this weekend but if something comes up, you'll be the first to know. Hope you all enjoyed.

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See you next time.

>>2734747
Choice as always boss

>>2734747
Thanks for the fun, boss.

>>2734747
Thanks for running Schteel, catch you next time.