The soft rustling of the curtain in the back entryway was the only warning of his arrival before Reg called out, “Hey, Riko! Is everything alright back there?” Nanachi let out a sharp, guttural grunt, a startled ‘Hrk!’ and Riko felt her fluffy body go completely rigid. Nanachi slowly turned her head around to face the shelter, seeing Reg standing on the back steps, blushing and eyes wide with wonder as he seemed to ogle her chubby, exposed form. Her ears flicked with dismay as she noticed he was even doing that creepy little thing with those chunky metal hands of his, wiggling his fingers like he wanted to rub her. She hated it, but couldn’t deny that it was flattering, in a way. “Oh, we’re fine, Reg-“ Riko began to say, before Nanachi’s annoyed shout cut her off.
“Quit starin’ at me, ya creepy robot! Knock it off!” She wheeled around, shaking Riko off of her and picking up her pants, brandishing them like a shield and trying to hide her plush nudity behind them. “Now, Nanachi,” Riko coaxed, placing her hand on Nanachi’s shoulder. Reg couldn’t help but crack a weary smile as he disappeared through the curtains and back into the shelter.
After a few more minutes of calming pets, Riko got up. “C’mon, Nanachi, let’s go fix your pants. I think I have some spare cloth in my pack.” Nanachi followed her back to the shelter and they disappeared inside. All was quiet in the little glade surrounding their camp, save for an annoyed cry of “Nhaaa! Get offa me!” followed by the thud of something heavy and metallic being thrown to the floor.
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