[IO!-IJAIRC!] The Phoenix, the Fox, and the Finneas

[Demetri Malius]

After struggling with where to put his hands while he flailed about, the alchemist finally decided to bury his face inside them. Hiding his embarrassment over the current situation . He wanted so ,much for the young maiden to kindly lift herself off of him, but that sense of relief never came. As he held his face in his hands the fox-girl looked ever so curiously at him, trying to get his attention between his random outbursts of gibberish. His mind raced and blocked out much of what she said, instead hearing low rumblings from his eardrums.

That is, until he bounced on his lap with her naked body, sending a shameful sense of pleasure through his body. In a panic he felt her words rush through his mind, before immediately trying to retaliate in even more ramblings. He could hardly make a single understandable phrase, trying to argue the unwritten socially understood standards for human decency, which definitely, from as far as he could remember, included wearing clothes over your naughty bits, double so for the maidens. At least to everyone who was not your life partner.Being in such a position like this was clearly forbidden by such unwritten rules of conduct. But still the fox girl remained stubborn, backing her side up with facts of nature and other examples of unfair scrutiny, making the alchemist quiet for a moment as he frantically searched for a valid rebuttal, as he did so she seemed to get playfully serious with him, grabbing his chin, forcing him to look meekly and shamefully into her eyes while his cheeks blushed as the reddest shade they could turn.

As she struggled to recall his never said name, the alchemist managed to collect a few of his thoughts and stammer out. “F-F-F-FINNEAS!”

The fox-girl’s ears perked up the sound of his name, including it in her argument. Granted she appeared to know it was not his last name, as she applied the “mister” honorific before his name. He could only stare up at her simply in a bit of shock and fear,(and a bit of shame) eyes occasionally glancing for some kind of way out of this. Should he agree and perhaps she will become satisfied and leave him be, maybe try to argue his point? It just felt so…. Indecent, being like this. How was he to explain that? Each possibility ran through his mind after she questioned about a memo. Should he address the topic as a memo, or perhaps it’s unrelated? Why would there be some memo about it being decent to wear clothing. It was common sense, or at least he had believed it to be so. There were a few… interesting people in ambrosia that didn’t follow the same train of thought but they were different. Harlots.

But aside from that, Finn could only take this wildgirl to be only oblivious to the acts of the world due to its absence in her life. Maybe he could brush it off, and just as he opened his mouth to try to bring them out of calamity…

SHE WIGGLED AGAIN.

Again the alchemist froze up as she rambled on again, more coherently than he, inquiring about his career as an alchemist. His head seem to clear as his thoughts veered away from the situation into his work.

“O-Oh, my work?” He stammered, trying to get a grip over himself.

“I just-- I have only been experimenting with the local herbs for less than a few years, but I have gathered much information on them, as well as any and all correlations between the alchemy here and the alchemy in my home world….” he trailed on a bit, his voice becoming calmer and more as her breasts stayed out of sight against his chest while she lay upon him, helping him focus more on his achievements as an alchemist, speaking of varieties of potions he had discovered, which alchemical ingredients were the strongest, the most dangerous ones never to touch without gloves, or ten foot long pole, or long range remote control ingredient picking car, at least as far as he knew. He had made a few mistakes in the past, and though his potions may cure the burns and scars, they will never heal the mental scar that screamed at him to never do such a thing like that again. But still, it was important to keep a shelf stocked full of as many ingredients as possible, maybe more than one, or in Finneas’s case, all of them. Some past being stocked-- more like crammed to the brim with plants that might not even be used in alchemy. Nonetheless, he spoke and spoke in wonder, seeming not to even take a breath, while he described all these minute details.

At one point he managed to somehow pick her up off of him and set her softly in his chair while he walked over to grab a few books in order to show her the detailed pictures and warnings for each plant. She seemed to absorb the information so curiously and eagerly, as if the act of learning these things seemed to power her further. After speaking about one last potion, he seemed to stop for a moment, losing his train of thought while reaching the last page of the books he had showed her.

“Oh um…” he says , realizing that the girl was still naked.

“Oh! My apologies for rambling, but please, can you put something on.. It makes me so uncomfortable. I know you don’t want to wear anything but just… if you are gonna be in my house at least do that for me.” He says, turning away from her blushingly, he felt a bit calmer now that she was off of him, finding it easier to try to make a point of wearing clothing.