The slow walk through the Nightjar’s halls gave Scotch time to think, though the topics themselves were scattered, of course. If Scotch didn’t have something to focus on at the moment, her thoughts always fizzled through each other like that, unfortunately.

Mom used to call her a sieve, Dad used to call her much, much worse.

That was about the pattern until she reached the hangar. Thoughts about family that didn’t exist anymore. Internal musings about the leaking bottle of rage that was Bailey Cluanaire, the poor thing.

…

Thoughts about… her.

…

About Jamie…

…

And, fortunately, thoughts about a sweaty hour of loving with Aoi. That made everything more comfortable and easy to bury as she stepped into the base’s “compact” hangar. Scotch found it more than a little funny that the near ninety-foot high metal cave which occupied the Nightjar’s entire lower level was considered small, but she had seen the hangar back in Corvis Base.

Mechs were so cool!

That thought stayed in her head with as much persistence as Aoi doing naked maintenance on her mech, thanks to the sights one could see in a hangar like this. True, the reverberant cavern of steel was mostly filled with identical PostTech delivery and security frames. They were boring, commercial slop in Scotch’s eyes, but they also weren’t the only mechs here now.

Scotch had her favorites among the rebels she became a part of. Minerva’s old, small fry frame was certainly unique! Thirty-footers were a dying, insanely fun art form, and the enormous, tattered, thin red scarf paired surprisingly well with the otherwise pristine finish of the mech’s thin body. That all made sense to Scotch. Taking a hit in a suit that small wasn’t just going to leave a mark!

That name threw her, though. Necāre. How was someone even supposed to pronounce that? Was the c supposed to be pronounced like an s? Scotch just never got the fancy naming schemes girls seemed to love so much.

Latin and Greek gods were cool. Sweet Treat was cool too, though! Easier, as well. A United Arcadium grunt could probably even pronounce it!

Probably. Imperial dogs weren’t exactly bright!

Scotch’s reverence wasn’t quite as present when she walked past Sarah’s new gen Whitehawk. It was cool in a way. But if you weren’t flying Nataliza Rayfield’s ancient, custom Whitehawk, you were flying an easy mode mech made on an assembly line. Sarah seemed nice, she deserved better!

Scotch, unsurprisingly, got a little awestruck when better finally came into view, though. Parked next to her scrappy Sweet Treat were two icons of different kinds. Sierra DeSoto’s Alcazar, and Bailey Cluanaire’s Circe.

The former shared quite a bit in common with Scotch’s own old school machine. Scratches to the paint both big and small lined the black and blue tank-like frame of the Steel Fortress’s namesake. The cosmetic damage was clearly kept with some degree of intention, Scotch knew that much. The mechs some other Corvis Base pilots called their own ranged from looking barely used to downright pristine in one particular case, yet Sierra’s only held such perfectionism where it needed to. The Alcazar’s tank treads were clearly well-kept, and based on all the hype Scotch heard about the sexiest rebel pilot she’d ever met, she still tore imperial husks apart like the day she was first built.

Maybe the sexiest pilot wasn’t fair, actually. She was at least tied with Aoi, and Bailey looked just as tasty in person as she did with her tits pressed against Nataliza Rayfield’s on that poster in Scotch’s bunk…

What was she… 

Ah, mech admiring! Duh!

Scotch kept walking, approaching her main target, but taking another moment to admire the new star of Ansa’s rebel force. One of them, at least.

BC1-Circe. Bailey’s prized mercenary machine. Weird that she didn’t bring her new one here. Scotch really wanted to see the newly lauded, Sierra-built BC2-Hedone up close, but guess she’d have to settle for the old hotness. 

Hot it was, though! Sleek, meticulously maintained white steel with the odd, bright orange accent made up the bulk of the hyper-advanced quadrupedal mech. Kind of looked like those weird arms of hers, come to think of it.

Freaky!

Scotch, sadly, knew less of its specs beyond the well known flamethrower and whip combo, but that nanotech armor it had? That was cool! If Scotch could take anything from Circe and apply it to Sweet Treat, it’d be that… and maaaybe the spacious cockpit it probably had, too. Fitting two people inside of Sweet Treat was somehow harder than fitting two people inside of Scotch.

She’d know. Two was the rookie number!

…

Oh, yeah! Aoi was probably sitting in her mech right now. Scotch could fantasize about owning a cooler, sleeker mech suit after making one of her less ambitious fantasies very, very real.

The walk finally ended at the parking space of Sweet Treat, Scotch’s lovable, scrappy hybrid of nonsense. Some parts basic PostTech frame, other parts Gen 1 Whitehawk, and a few other requested bits of stone age technology all stitched into a surprisingly cohesive, scratched and beaten looking behemoth. 

It was old, it was dusty, and frankly, it was a miracle anyone could fly it at all, but Sweet Treat, the weird bastardization of a sleek, jet-like mech she was, ended up being a one of a kind junker.

Thanks, Sierra and Aoi!

Speaking of Aoi… “Heyyy! I was waiting forever for you!” The bubbly hacker’s sixth sense seemed as spry as ever, looking down from the open cockpit, just ever so barely visible and audible from the towering height Scotch’s mech stood at. “You know the rules by now, so come inside already!” Aoi’s screaming was, somehow, soothing to Scotch as it fired down at her like a pleased banshee.

“Only if you do the same!” Scotch shouted back up at Aoi, smile firmly rooted on her face as she began the necessary ritual to be allowed in Aoi’s workplace. Normally that ritual was washing your hands or something, Sierra could be particular about that. But, for Aoi, the workplace rules were simple.

No clothes allowed.

Most found it weird. As far as Scotch knew, Bailey and that Sasha girl were the only two who even entertained it, but Scotch preferred nudity anyway. She had nothing a mature adult couldn’t take seeing in the flesh. Body positivity and all that. If casual nudity just happened to turn into hot, messy cockpit sex, then so be it, right?

Scotch took little time to relish undressing, strip teases weren’t really her thing when your friend/partner/package recipient couldn’t even see you in the first place. With a little effort, Scotch’s PostTech uniform and accompanying white combat jacket were in a messy pile on the hangar floor, and her ample body was exposed to the cold elements of the massive steel cavern with a slight shiver. Only more reason to get into her heated, cramped cockpit, eh?

“I can’t really see you, but you look great!” Aoi screamed down again, making a barely perceivable hand motion that Scotch assumed was one meant to usher her into her own cockpit. Aoi was right, too. Scotch did look great! Body confidence had been a long fought battle, but Scotch won it a few years back.

Pretty face. Nice ass. Big boobs. Her friend down below. She was proud of everything she was, even the weight she’d put on since transitioning. That part was inevitable anyway, though. A pilot either needed to be built like a tank or built like a squishy plate of jello, and Scotch was more than happy to be the latter. Easier to maintain, really.

Though, Aoi was neither… 

Eh, she was weird though!

…

All of this mental stalling finally calmed Scotch down enough to begin making the long, arduous climb to her cockpit. The short, metal steps that made the climb were slippery when you actually had your boots on, let alone in the outfit one was born in.

Slow and steady. Step by step. One foot at a time, one hand at a time.

Heights weren’t scary when Scotch got up to the controls of her mech suit, and that made the drawn out, sixty foot trek doable and survivable. No looking down. No looking back. Her eyes focused on the safety of her soon-to-be tightly packed, and the equally safe girl inside of it.

Step. By. Step.

The climb, in truth, was just over a minute, but when one slip of your barefoot could mean becoming a splat on the metal floor below, it had a habit of feeling longer. After an awkward, somewhat messy climb into the cockpit itself, though, it was over. Safety was found on Aoi’s plush lap and within the heart of Sweet Treat’s frame.

CLONK!

“There we go. It was getting freezing up here!” Aoi waited barely a second for Scotch to try and adjust on her lap before closing Sweet Treat’s cockpit and turning the mech’s heater on. All that without a button press, too. The exact specifics had left Scotch’s mind since their last in-person meeting. If she remembered correctly, Aoi’s metallic left arm could plug a wire directly into certain mechs and use her neural link to operate them without a neural port?

Fuck, she was cool!

“I dunno, you feel pretty warm, Aoi…” Scotch, eager to comfortably bask in the artificial heat of her mech, scooched and squirmed as much as the cockpit’s severely minimal space allowed until she was borderline comfortable on Aoi’s lap. “Lemme know if I’m in the way, okay? Wouldn’t wanna mess up all that work you’re doing to Sweet Treat!” Scotch half-teased, partly because being in the way was an inevitability in a cabin this tight.

One of a few tight things Aoi would hopefully be inside soon…

“I can totally multitask! I write code and jerk off when we watch MTT, you know?” Aoi spoke with what seemed to be little in the way of teasing, simply stating their pirated Earthen cartoon activities with a plain smile. Her eyes started bouncing around Scotch’s naked, close body not long after, clearly getting just a liiittle distracted!

“Of course I know that, I do it too!” Scotch replied matter-of-factly, letting a more playful smile creep up on her face, even as her thoughts drifted still from place to place. “I just don’t wanna get in the way of your work. Busy day, right?” Scotch was still upbeat, but it was clear in her voice that something other than bouncing on Aoi’s cock and listening to her… talk to Sweet Treat occupied her wandering thoughts.

“Sweet Treat likes hearing your voice anyway, dummy! Is there something on your mind?” Aoi noticed it right away, too. That wasn’t a surprise, she was perceptive for a girl who kept accidentally walking nude into Sierra’s workshop during Scotch’s Corvis Base stay!

Two things bounced around in Scotch’s floaty mind as she let her butt rest on Aoi’s lap. More serious was Bailey, the grieving, angry girl she’d heard rumors about.

More pressing than that? Scotch was hard as stone. How’d that happen? Could Aoi’s lap be that comfortable? Was Aoi’s own hard on kind of hot? Was Aoi’s naked body like staring at a very weird kind of angel?

Yes to all three, but Scotch should probably address the falcon in the room first. She could grab the lube from her glove box and just go to fucking town on Aoi’s fat cock, but that could wait a minute.

One. Agonizing. Minute.

“Sorta, yeah.” Scotch didn’t sound too stressed out, and she mostly wasn’t. Bailey wasn’t her problem, but seeing a girl Aoi had described as both ‘really sweet when you get to know her’ and ‘the hottest girl who’s ever stuck a hand in my mouth’ explode made Scotch feel a few conflicting things. “Your friend, the cute one with the arms. Do ya think she’s gonna be okay tomorrow? Kinda worried about her!” Scotch gave the lighter version of it with a peppy smile, but she knew Aoi would probably pry a little deeper, whether asked for or not.

Maybe Scotch liked that about her, actually!

“Oh, Bailey’s gonna kick butt tomorrow! I wouldn’t worry about that…” Aoi paused, both to turn her upbeat gaze towards Scotch’s eyes, and to focus for a second on whatever work she was doing with Sweet Treat and her plugged-in arm. “You’re not worried about that, though, are youuu?” Aoi sang her words with playful innocence, but Scotch knew that could turn to something approaching normal concern at a moment’s notice.

She was mature for a girl who had to be told to wear a shirt during combat missions…

“Guess not, no!” Scotch gave Aoi the answer she’d eventually pry from her anyway, taking a rare second to think before speaking again. “She’s a little tense. Totally get why, but y’know… I’m worried?” Scotch was never one to articulate her less positive emotions well. Sex was easier, but if she wanted it, she’d have to play at least a little ball with Aoi.

“Uh-huh. Because she’s like Jamie, right?” Aoi’s voice, despite its perkiness, managed to briefly cut through Scotch like a hot blade through a cold, dying mech.

Aoi could certainly read a room for someone who loudly asked to suck Ina off in the mess hall a few days before Scotch left Corvis Base!

“Little bit, yeah!” Scotch stayed as casual as possible in both her vocal tone and smile. There were times to unwind about her lost lover, and they were further away from jerking Aoi off with a lube covered hand. Just a little pep talk before getting milked dry was all she needed!

“Well, for one, we’re totally getting Jamie back after this. Promise! Helping save lost girlfriends is my second jooob~!” Aoi did, indeed, give Scotch a little pep talk, accompanied by a grin and a playful boop to Scotch’s cheek. She wasn’t done yet, though. “Bailey will be fine, probably. She never really, like, got over Nataliza I think. Losing her again really hurts, especially since I think she feels like she had a home with Lizzy. We’re getting her back, even if it’s juuuust the two of us, though!” Aoi spoke again, once again reassuring Scotch with a surprising level of tact for a renowned mid-dinner sex offerer.

Gods, could anything break that dumb smile of hers? Scotch doubted it, and it made her own smile brighten up that bit more!

She trusted Aoi. They’d get ‘em both back, no matter the cost.

“I know. Thanks Aoi!” Scotch hummed out a token of appreciation, then let her bright smile morph into a more playful grin. “Mind if I get in on that last part, by the way? Wouldn’t mind meeting Bailey under better circumstances~.” Scotch, with a mind technically clear and now bouncing from seriousness to a need for release, shot Aoi an obvious, only slightly dorky wink.

Nice as the whole emotional discussion might have been, Scotch needed dick far more than it. According to Aoi’s messages, her and Bailey may have shared that particular trait in common.

“Oooh, you two would look so hot together. Getting jelly just thinking about it. Buuut…” Aoi saw the growing need in Scotch’s eyes, alongside a lower, more pulsating area, and fired back her own cheeky wink. “I wanna get in you first! Sweet Treat’s bored and wants to watch anyway!” Aoi followed up a five-star flirt with a side tangent some may have found insane or crazed, but Scotch liked Aoi’s belief in mechanical souls. Maybe there was a point in it.

Or, maybe they were both insane for believing tech they knew so well could have souls. Didn’t matter, Scotch liked being insane…

…

She liked getting laid, too. Time to do that!

“Think I owe her a show, then, eh~?” Scotch teased back, then gave her next action no second thoughts. Acting on pure muscle memory, Scotch awkwardly reached behind her and clumsily opened up one of the small compartments underneath Sweet Treat’s dashboard.

Recently cleaned onahole… No…

Seven-inch dildo… Didn’t need that tonight…

Service pistol… Nah, that seemed more like a Bailey thing…

Aha!

With a look of excitement in Scotch’s eyes that leaked the same joy into Aoi’s gaze, she grabbed her half-empty bottle of conveniently placed lubricant and squirted more than might be necessary onto her free hand.

An extra precaution, perhaps? Or maybe Scotch just liked the butterscotch scent her personal, definitely-not-stolen bottle offered a bit too much?

Both? Both!

“Oh! I almost forgot, but is WIllow doing good?” Scotch, renowned for both drifting between thoughts and multitasking, prodded Aoi for vital information about Aoi’s beloved kitty cat while reaching down to grab a hold of the tech wiz’s similarly beloved cock. Eager to get going, and light on both space and visibility in her poorly lit cockpit, Scotch had already started stroking from the thick base and up to Aoi’s pre-leaking head. It was Scotch’s element, honestly. Chatting and foreplay came as naturally to her as breathing.

“Willow’s gooood. Ina’s l-looking after her until I’m home!” Fortunately for Scotch, she was in the company of a fellow expert. The triple sensation of mech chatting, friend chatting, and getting a sticky, wet handjob made her stammer more than usual, but Scotch was happy.

Hell, Aoi looked even happier. Maybe that pretty smile and meaty dick really did miss Scotch!

“Ohh, that’s Sierra’s hot girlfriend, right? So sad I didn’t get to meet her!” Scotch was sad she didn’t properly meet Ina, at least. Spotting her in the showers and staring at her ass respectfully didn’t exactly count. The thought of it did make her hands dance up and down Aoi’s dick with more fervent pace, though, so that was a plus!

“Saaame! Maybe next… mhh… t-time~!” Aoi spoke in an attempt at a lustful growl, but through a combination of her cuteness and her slight overstimulation, mostly ended up sounding like an overexcited kitten instead.

Didn’t mean Scotch wasn’t about to play along, though.

“I can kinda picture it…” Scotch, only stimulated by the immense throbbing of her cock a mere few inches from Aoi’s, had the free rein to get her words out with some extra sleaze. “How tight are we talking, though? Bet you know, don’t ya~?” The sleaze made Aoi stare dreamily at Scotch with what looked like an air of familiarity. Scotch was in the privacy of her own mech suit. Pretending not to be a fantasizing pervert got her nothing here!

“Perv!” Aoi took advantage of that tiny bit of Scotch’s doubt anyway, sticking her tongue out even as a hand slinking toward Scotch’s plump ass completely contradicted Aoi’s jab. “I thiiink she might be t-tighter than you… Totally need a refresher, though~!” Aoi followed her words up with a cheeky grope at Scotch’s soft, doughy ass. Got a jump out of her, too! How lucky Aoi was that Scotch was way too horny to edge her this time.

“And I thought I was excited to see you again!” Scotch stuck her tongue out in a small bout of returning fire, but gave Aoi what she wanted without any strings attached. “If you cum first, you owe me some pics of her, by the way~!” Well, with one string attached. Scotch could set one meager term for the effort she was putting into mounting Aoi, eventually settling for rubbing the top of her head against the cockpit’s primarily metal ceiling. Her bouncy hair would probably act as a cushion anyway.

Probably!

“Easyyy! You’re a little quick shot, anyway!” Aoi teased back at Scotch, but the delivery girl knew she had the upper hand. “Buuut I could ask Sierra if you w-waaant!!!” Scotch figured there was no point pacing herself with an advantage like this, slamming down onto Aoi until her needy cock was buried balls deep inside Scotch’s hole. Aoi was shocked for all of maybe three seconds, a good moan coaxed from her before everything returned to normality.

Barring the slow, awkward bouncing Scotch began performing on top of Aoi, anyway!

“H-Hah… Still waiting on those… pics of Sasha… you promised. Not holding my breath!” Scotch likely couldn’t hold it if she tried, already putting most of her stamina into building and retaining a quick, gentle pace of smashing up and down against Aoi’s cock without also slamming her head against the low ceiling.

“Mhmmm… S-So am I! But she and Lark get, like, super un… mhf… uncomfortable around cameras for some reason!” Aoi’s ability to even respond was impressive enough on its own to Scotch, but the bubbly techie was quick to start grinding against Scotch’s ass with the minimal force she could offer in her position. “Come ooon! Less talking, more bouncing~!” Aoi did have one tiny whine in her, in between all the quiet, immediate moaning, at least.

Scotch got it. Even if Aoi wasn’t effectively pinned to a chair by flesh and wire both, the bouncy, golden-orange haired owner of this mech had a considerable weight advantage in a very enclosed space. Scotch liked her foreplay, but she liked seeing a happy partner far more!

“Okayyy… But if ya can’t… ah… w-walk after this, don’t cry about it to meee!” Scotch gave Aoi exactly what she wanted after a small bevy of moan-filled words, risking a future headache by slamming up and down on Aoi’s pulsing length with as much force as she could manage in a cockpit for one. “You’re only ge-getting my best if… mhhh f-fuck… I-I seeee you putting in some… handiwork, cutie~!” Scotch could always work in some foreplay, however. Just a shame her pent-up state meant this probably wouldn’t be her most enduring time spent milking Aoi dry with her tight, warm fuckhole.

Shame, too! It’d probably be at least a day until next time! How could Scotch even survive that long?

By making this count!

“Phew… G-Getting to that! You’re… even needier than Sweet Treat, dummy~!” Aoi fired back with her own less affected whines, smacking her hand against Scotch’s ass and earning a totally not needy groan from the mail girl, then turning her attention to Scotch’s even needier, bouncing cock.

What followed was the messy kind of rhythm one would expect from sex in a proverbial shoebox! Scotch’s bounces were messy and shaky, Aoi’s slick, butterscotch scented cock slipping out of the red-head’s loosening, warm asshole more than once and needing the odd awkward moment of reinsertion.

Similarly inconsistent was Aoi’s stroking of Scotch’s twitchy dick. It was clear to Scotch that, while Aoi was insanely skilled, the juggling of mental maintenance work on Sweet Treat, Scotch’s soft inner walls hugging her cock, and a jerking session in a warm, tight cockpit all overpowered Aoi’s focus. Whatever of it there was in that adorably unfocused gal.

The inconsistent messiness of it all mattered little, though. Scotch saw the joyful smile on Aoi’s face, at least when it wasn’t moaning out the occasional bit of profanity in an o shape, and that joy was infectious. As was the smile.

As was the overbearing pleasure of it all, too.

Scotch knew two things. She could, allegedly, be a real quick shot when she was taking dick, and that the fat, coder dick smashing repeatedly against her g-spot was making a longer session of clapping her and Aoi’s balls together an incredibly difficult thought.

Gods, she was a damn perfect partner, too. Aoi knew exactly where to awkwardly thrust against Scotch, and she just didn’t have the desire to stop Aoi from battering her there, even with her position as pseudo top giving her all the power to do so. Were her constant moans really that dead a giveaway?

…

Yeah, totally. Even Scotch knew she was a loud fuck! A tired one, right now, too. Shuttle travel was exhausting…

“You can… ah… cum if you waaant! I gotta up-updaaate the soft on Circe soon, so it’d be a biiig help~!” Normally, Scotch would take such moan-filled, whiny demands that she orgasm as a challenge, whether it was Aoi or a package recipient.

…

Buuut, Aoi was probably going to be overworked tonight, and that Bailey girl deserved something going well for her today, right?

Scotch was really tired, too. So much flying. So much sweaty, incredible bouncing on Aoi’s amazing cock…

The spunky red-head treated this like a decision, but the choice was already made for her when she slammed herself down onto Aoi’s lap and let every inch of the moaning, slightly overstimulated beauty’s cock punch as deep as possible into her.

“Onlyyy b-because I like youuu~!” Scotch sputtered out an attempt to save face between moans before blowing her load right in Aoi’s still-stroking hand. It didn’t really have much volume, nor much in the range of force, Scotch had been on her hormones for a long ass time. But Aoi let what was there coat her hand until Scotch had nothing left to give, this time, at least.

“Suuure. Aaanyway~!” Aoi’s orgasm came almost like clockwork, right after Scotch’s own. It was almost like Aoi was able to simply hold it back until the red-head fired her own less impressive load. Surely not, right? Scotch was slamming down on her like a very careful piston. Impossible!

What was equally impossible seeming was the sheer volume of Aoi’s load. Scotch may not have been able to feel much of the several creamy spurts Aoi was firing up into her delicate hole, but she sure as heck felt the warm, sticky liquid leaking from her well-fucked ass before Aoi even pulled out.

Or, rather, squirmed out. Scotch was heavy, she owned that!

Aoi simply owned weirdness instead, taking the hand Scotch had cum all over and licking it clean with a few satisfied, airy sounds of excitement. Not that Scotch wanted to do that instead, obviously, but she was a little offended Aoi didn’t ask this time.

She might have even said yes…

“Y’know, we should totally get ya on that stack thingie Bailey recommended. It’d so suit you!” Aoi’s return to bouncy, energetic chatting was almost a little terrifying. One had to wonder if she had some kind of stimulant injector built into her metal arm at this stage.

Another thing Scotch loved about her long-distance hookup, really.

“Mhf… ya sure pills from Bailey are trustworthy? A mail gal tends to… hah… hear things!” Scotch was still panting her words, despite the jokey energy her voice managed to retain.

…

Crap, was cum getting on her seat? Ah, well, at least it wasn't splattered all over the view screen this time!

“Work fine for me! Besides, I don’t think she’s drugged anyone since I met her, unless you count all that looove Lizzy has for her as one!” Aoi jeered and nudged Scotch’s shoulder with her saliva slick hand, but there was a tone of earnestness in there. A belief in Bailey, perhaps.

Eh, a friend that important to Aoi was probably worth a little belief too!

“In that case, hook me up with her sometime! Y’know, if you want?” Scotch had managed to regain her breath, but while the words were willing, the body was not. Slumping against Aoi’s warm, only partially sweaty body was an inevitability that Scotch decided to accept.

“Let’s get Nataliza back, then we can totally do it! Wonder if the three of us would fit in one of Bailey’s weird mechs…” Aoi seemed to be daydreaming about the future already, and Scotch saw no reason to dash that dream.

A big, cum-filled threesome in a luxury cockpit? Oh, Scotch could picture that well enough that it was almost getting her in the mood for a second round.

Almost. Scotch’s body was a little beat, and Aoi did seem genuinely busy!

“Totally! Mind if I rest here for a sec, though? It’s a long climb back down there!” Scotch hoped she wasn’t too busy for a little workplace cockpit cuddling, though.

Thankfully, Aoi’s face said more than her following words even needed to.

“Sure! It’s gonna take a few to update Sweet Treat’s diagnostic software anyway.” Aoi’s gaze met Scotch’s as the red-headed delivery girl nestled a little closer to her, but that gaze curiously moved to Sweet Treat’s dashboard after. “Sweet Treat had fun, too, Think she wants me to ride you tomorrow, though!” Aoi addressed thoughts of Sweet Treat’s that Scotch slightly doubted, but it was a little more fun to believe them.

“Well, I’d hate to disappoint two of my favorite gals, cutie! It’s a date~.” Scotch stuck her tongue out at Aoi, and the pink-haired pixie matched it by pecking Scotch on the lips, which Scotch returned in kind.

…

Then, a brief moment of silence. Aoi was clearly busy with her Sweet Treat chatting, and Scotch simply wanted to relish in the cuddling.

Maybe she felt a little guilty for not being more helpful today, but she had a big day tomorrow. Helping in the scavenger raid was more her job. Just as it was Bailey’s.

Scotch couldn’t help but wonder how Anise and Sierra’s job was going, though. Especially the latter. She really liked Nataliza, and Scotch didn’t even see her girlfriend at the meeting point back on Ansa.

Scotch had no way of knowing, of course.

She just had to hope Sierra was having a better time right now than that Bailey girl.

Good luck, Steel Fortress.

Scotch was rooting for ya tonight!