Princess Lovebug.(Private w/Dual)

Thryssa giggles a little nervously and blushes so hard that Sugary can feel her body warming from what he can probably (correctly) guess is a streak of blush-red going from her cheeks to her entire face and then down her body in all sort of fascinating ways. When he turns around, he'd get a brief glimpse of that full-body reaction to him flattering and touching her, before Thryssa leans down and locks muzzles with him quite emphatically and with a little tongue before letting him breathe again. "Thank you for your analysis of the situation, executive officer," she says to him in a slightly husky voice with a greater than usual amount of the changeling vibrato.

Sugary murrs at the kiss, wet tail brushing against Thryssa as they had their first heated kiss. He was hesitant at first, given her sharp teeth, but she got far more affection than fear in return when his own thick equine tongue returned the greeting past her fangs. He also giggled by the time she let go of him, both from her assessment and the sensations her gestures made him feel. "Oooh~... Wasn't expecting that forked tongue to tickle though...!" It was a very pleasant surprise. "... Wasn't even expecting tongue at all, Lovebug. Very savory... How'd I taste~?" Now he was teasing, happy, and constantly grinning that she was shifting colors, but said nothing of it. Instead, he kept caressing her, but this time his fingers trailed over to where he colors were changing the most.

Eventually, he'd grab some soap, and start washing her arms as well. His attention to her body was firm, but gentle. Their embrace was all that mattered to him right now.

"You taste like saltwater taffy," Thryssa tells him quite seriously, kissing the tip of his horn now and rubs over his abs and pectorals and then lightly over his sides, lightly stroking him with strong hands. "A pleasant coincidence." Her blush lightened as he strokes over where her coloration was changing the most and her wings whirrr happily in response to how their embrace is proceeding. She giggles and smiles a little as he begins to wash her, glancing around to see if, by any chance, there was a second bar of soap so she can return the favor.

She was sure to feel quite the love from him the more she touched him as she did, enjoying the sensations very much to the point he turned around her grasp with a broad smile and almost face to face. His groin... remained sheathed and disciplined, but he looked excited about something nonetheless before pressing his chest and body against hers, wrapping his arms around her, nuzzling her neck and rubbing his soapy body up against her gently; There was more soap, but she probably wouldn't need it as much. "Ah~... Thryssa, you're so warm~... I should've known a shape-shifter could do this, but you feel like thermal stones~..."

He was being quite cuddly now, clearly very fond of her warmth and touch as he washed her back and flank, minding her wings. "I wanna stay like this forever~..." He closed his eyes by then, letting little else but touch guide his movements; There really didn't seem like there was any other place he'd rather be right now.

Thryssa giggles as the shorter stallion compliments her and calls her a thermal stone. "You silly stallion, I'm warm because I'm standing in steamy water with a steamy stallion, and chitin is a really good insulator so it..." She snorts. "Ah, buck it, who cares why being chitinous makes me feel extra warm?" She hugs him and strokes his mane and over his shoulders, and his upper back, pressing him against her and twitching her own long tail in response to her enjoyment of the embrace with Sugary. She takes the extra bar of soap and begins to lightly scrub him, using the soap in a light circular pattern and then following it up by working the suds into his coat and washing them out in nearly the same motion as the water cascades over them. She grins at his expressed wish that they stay like they are forever. "I wouldn't mind that, Sugary, because I don't wrinkle after a long bath and shower. But if you want to get all wrinkled up and even more adorable and silly, I don't mind that at all."

"Steam...? I thought the water was just lukewarm." Maybe she was feeling highly flushed, or maybe he was too relaxed, and aroused, to notice hot water as she washed him more; But he did let her wash him with gratitude returned with a constant smile, musing on the idea of wrinkles, and... looking her up and down again from time to time. Was he in the mood? He wasn't sure. It excited him to be with her, but not that much at that moment though her presence and touch was enticing; Or maybe the hum of her wet wings was that hypnotic. Still, he was very happy, just getting to wash her more thoroughly. He was hesitant to touch her ALL over, but he did move his hands upon her a lot to wash, and feel up, the mare he held in high regard.

It all led him to one simple set of things he needed to address. Namely, how much touching was she actually comfortable with. "Thryssa... Where else may I wash?" He asked, after having washed most of her chitin to leave a pleasant sheen and a smooth beautiful tall mare before him. "And uh... You gonna undo the braids to wash them here too...?" He'd been gentle till that point, mind and body between the desire to clean her, the desire to please her, and just plain desire her; Would she pick up on that last part this early in the day...?

"I think you've been spending too much time in the sun if hot water just seems lukewarm to you, Sugary," Thryssa chuckles and runs her fingers through his mane before bestowing her kiss on his horn once again, seeming to like kissing the tip of a long, round, pointed object. Meanwhile, she was washing whatever part of him she could reach without having to bend over, and he's finding that she has a remarkable reach, one that extends to the base of his tail and the firm buttcheeks near it. She washes both without hesitation, seeming not to even consider that she should ask about it. When he asks, however, she stops and looks curiously at him. "Anywhere and everywhere, Mister Market, with one notable exception which I should hope I don't need to spell out for you." There was yet another kiss on his horn to end this statement, and then she started to undo the braid for him turning around to inadvertently press some very firm and muscular flanks against his stomach. "Is that better?" she asks, unaware of what effect her butt being right there might have on him.

He chuckled, not denying the fact she had a point about hot weather, but that didn't mean he wasn't already flushed himself. He was a passionate sort, so it came to no surprise his body heat only rose higher as she kept kissing his horn; Every single time, he felt a pleasurable tingle run down his spine, and he could swear it only got stronger over time. He was also highly respectful of her, so it only conflicted further with him that after pointing out what the forbidden oasis fruit was, she kissed him yet again, undid her mane, and backed up her rump against him. Now he was feeling the mood as it took effort not to shudder and stifle a neigh when she did the one big gesture his instincts whispered at him to make love to that Changeling flank over and over.

He didn't of course, being the obedient, respectful gentecolt who took her words to heart and now washed with some more soap over her modest breasts and torso, more intently, with one hand and her luxurious aquamarine mane as if it were silk with another, fingers massaging her scalp and back neck lovingly, while he kept pressed up to her to condition it because neither were forbidden. His attention to her was absolutely thorough, always keeping his arms on her, and his chest against her wings and back, feeling any and every pleasurable vibration... Which would only make him more flustered as he was into wings; Her exotic ones only being all the more alluring. "I must be strong..."

... He wasn't. So, in an effort to preserve dignity and maintain respect for her order, he began to step back, bit by bit with his hooves, to prevent his passion from making contact with her as it extended from his body. But he kept having to do so, for there was a lot of passion extending from him, which if she turned to stare, would look almost as if he were either bending over or about to thrust all that passion into her in one go...

Thryssa thrums. "So you're... stunned into silence by the sight of my mane now?" she teases him as she turns back around and both her movements and the buzzing of her wings stops as she observes Sugary's stallion pride at full mast. She stares at it for several moments, looking like she caught between surprised, uncomfortable, impressed, and enticed. After the long time of staring, she looks at his face. "I'm not sure what to say, Mister Market. Do you want me to kiss it? Would you like me to try my hand at giving it a good and vigorous scrub? Or at you flattering me and too flustered to say anything?" Her eyes are full of mirth directed at him and she's clearly not at all upset at the impressive rod of stallion fertility extended between them. "I have to come up with something or trying to keep up this nice washing and hugging and kisses to your horn is going to become somewhat awkward."

"Please touch it!" was his guilty pleasure of a thought as he inevitably stood up proper once more, but what he thought was not what he truly felt. He felt... glad, that she was taking it in stride despite the brief worry that she was about to step away instead after the awkward pause. He took a deep breath, and chuckled. "Um... I... Well..." He was trying, wanting to be clear with her of his true feelings and intentions, even if he was erect and blushing, and barely keeping eye contact while fiddling in place a bit...

... But he eventually looked at her golden eyes with a calm smile...

"... You're gorgeous and strong, Thryssa. And you've been most kind, blunt, awkwardly honest, and interested in me since we met... And you just backed up to me and I'm no Changeling... So I got excited about you like this." He looked down for a moment, looking at his pride in full view before staring her fully and focusing on her eyes once more. "... That's what I think is happening, at least..." His irises began to glow a light pink, and his gaze was a bit more distant towards her. "All I know is I'm really comfortable being here... Being with you... You're like a storm, and I find myself lucky to be at the center of it; Along with all others you hold dear." Could that be what he really saw of her as a magical being himself?

He flashed a grin at her, playful but focused. "... But as much as I'd love to feel your hands and lips down there... It's only fair I ask you to not do that, as you asked of me for you..." He turned around. "But everything else is fair game. The hugs, the touching, the washing, and even kissing my horn, for as long as you want before we unpack, eat, and spar at at the beach... Just, uh... Please be gentle with my horn..." He wanted to go back to their embrace, even spreading his arms out a bit if she moved closer so he could caress her in turn once more, even if for just a little while to have his mane washed. The lust was there... But he didn't feel he earned their love just yet.

Thryssa watches him during his speech (actually, she keeps struggling to drag her gaze away from a certain part of him that she's finding incredibly interesting) and giggles a little as his eyes glow pink and his monologue because passionate and gloriously cheesy. "Sugary, that is so cheesy and saccharine that it crosses the threshold into glorious," she tells him affectionately. She then steps in and presses herself to him, mashing her breasts against his chest as she kisses first his horn and then the top of his head, using her reach to slip around him to get the shampoo. Still pressed pleasantly against him, she gets some into her hands and lathers up before starting to work on his mane, letting him press and touch as he wishes.

To his immense surprise, she actually makes him face her and presses up against her, forcing him to turn several shades of red as well as using all his mental fortitude to not let his cock slap her nethers from below in reflex at having something warm, supple, and well liked pressed up to him. He was admittedly happy she was okay with all this, grinning ear to ear, but now he was in the very awkward position of keeping things mild than wild as intellect fought instinct in a tug of war. It didn't help her wet tail was draped over his cock as well.

"Mate with her!"

"Don't move and don't think!!"

"Suckle that succulent neck!"

"Think about flowers!!

"Suckle her desert flower!"

"That sounds ni-... NOT NOW!!"

"Make sweet love to this Princess!"

"Hold down the cock!!"

"Raise the mast!"

"Drop the anchor!!"

"Wait, how's the ship doing...!? Romance her then!"

"Yes!"

"Yes...?"

"... I'm in no hurry..."

"Guess that'll do."

Having come to terms, his desire and his wit make him hug her lovingly, caressing her back, neighing softly as he put all his attention into her attention to him. Every stroke of her hands upon his mane to wash him and his body did mean a lot to him, murring more at the relaxation it did bring upon him... Eventually. "This is fine." He realized by far that she wasn't being anything less than a sweetheart with him, and he'd respect that; All he had to do was not let his cock touch her nethers... And as hard as it was, he barely managed, his face buried upon her neck and nuzzling lightly. He may still need to work on balancing love and lust, but he did enjoy her company, and he knew she enjoyed cuddles. As the waters washed them over, he gave her just that... And even as she were done washing him, he'd remain with her as such for a fair bit..... Probably mostly because he was also trying really hard not to make too intimate a contact if he moved first.

Thryssa continues to softly wash, lather, caress, and rinse him in some semblance of that exact order while remaining astonishingly still so her handsome executive officer isn't accidentally put into a position that would be embarrassing for them both and create the wrong impression of what this is. Still, she continues to nuzzle into his wet mane and kiss the tip of his horn very, very delicately and then when he's all rinsed, she steps straight back so nothing can happen by accident. She then leans down a little and gives him a kiss on the forehead, right between his eyes. "So, it happens that we're both hot, wet, naked, and steamy in a shower," she says casually to him as if this isn't all that unusual a thing. "Would you prefer that we stay that way, or shall we move on with the day, to breakfast and relaxation and all those other good things that my family would loom over me most menacingly if I failed to do?"

For Sugary, few were the times he felt both relaxed and exhausted to have partaken in a shower activity, though Thryssa had managed to leave him awfully flustered deep down yet content deeper down once they were done. His tail swished as he neighed softly after the kisses, and holds her hands to kiss their palms each with an earnest smile. "... We can always shower again later." He winked at her, but then playfully chuckled as he turned the water off with his telekinesis. "But yes, we should eat at least... I can't quite stuff myself on Love like you can..." The more he worded, the more he put his attention on her hands before nuzzling them lightly and affectionately as well. "... You have a very gentle touch when you wash me though... It's rather pleasant and invigorating~" He had enjoyed their intimacy a lot so far, so clearly he was very much into physical affection; Something he displayed further when he moved closer to place his lips on her for another kiss... Not a deep one, but his eyes had a bit of a shine to them in knowing they could trust and like each other enough to be this close, and allow themselves to indulge in moments like these.

When he finally broke the kiss and let go of her hands, he let out another little neigh again, tail still swishing, cock retracting, and got a towel to dry her up first, and then he dried himself up. "Breakfast time~!" He went out soon after with glee, not bothering to wear anything yet as he walked around bare, but then halted once he looked out the door, sighing a little at the realization they may have been indulging in themselves a bit too much. "Oh... Right, we still need to unpack..."

Thryssa chuckles. "I can't stuff myself on love either, Sugary, any more than you can stuff yourself on vitamin A. Love is a nutrient, not a meal, although some nutrients taste sweeter than others." She took a moment right after he turns the water off with telekinesis to kiss and then lightly and playfully suck on the tip of his horn while he was giving very gallant attention to her hands, reaching up to stroke at his cheeks and muzzle and very lightly give him a boop with a finger. And then they were kissing, and Thryssa takes the opportunity to mold herself to him a little to make that kiss just a little more steamy than it would otherwise be and lets him go, chuckling again as he neighs. "I don't think I've ever met a stallion who neighs quite like you, or as often as you do Sugary," she remarks as he dries her off. "It's rather endearing and cute, and I'm sure Chiti would say that it's precious and adorable as well, although I'm not quite sure what it means for a gesture or sound to be 'precious'."

She grins with those small fangs typical of changelings as he realizes that unpacking is still needed. "Why yes, when you procrastinate a task, you still have to do it." She takes a step forward and grasps both of his biceps, pinning his arms against his sides and then lifting him up a bit to carry him out of the room. "But first, we are quite naked so the most obvious course of action is to eat breakfast. At least, so Lepi assures me." She pauses thoughtfully as she puts him down in the kitchenette. "Of course, she was drunk off her plot at the time so her advice may not have been the wisest, not that her being drunk is terribly unusual when she's putting on her 'rebellious adult teenager bad girl' mask for the adoring crowds."

Though he did his best to keep reserved about it, he could tell she was being all the more passionate herself when they kissed, feeling more of her on him; He'd be sure to keep that in mind for later. Knowing she was letting herself relax was easing his mind, but knowing she was getting more into being affectionate in their vacation eased his heart. Part of the reason for the trip was so they could date freely, and it was off to a very good start so far.

And before he got the chance to answer her about his gestures, he chuckled as he was picked up and moved so casually by her. "Okay, fine! We should've done this last night, but sleeping and spooning held a better prospect... And does this mean you're gonna prepare something for us today?" He felt no shame to admitting that, and they had plenty of time to unpack anyway, though he had yet to see her actually make a meal personally.

He then sat patiently, looking at her with a few curiosities and admiration in mind, just taking in her bare form and her own demeanor and calm mannerisms. Now that they weren't working, he noted a few things differently about her. "Say... I've been noticing how you say you don't quite get what one thing or other means from time to time. Things that I find to be fairly common, like how me neighing could be precious... Are you not as fluent in Equestrian as your other relatives?" It might just be him, but he could swear she had the strongest accent out of all the Changelings he'd come to meet so far; Or perhaps he was just really into hearing her vibrato specifically.

Thryssa gives him an odd look. "My fluency with Equestrian is perfect; it's my first language, as it is with every other changeling. The more insectoid-sounding language we use is something we learn later and then it's mainly for military use since it's unique to changelings and so is perfect for voice communication if we want to keep the conversation private. But my more socially-apt peers and siblings are better at using the colloquial forms of language than I am, thus why I don't understand the use of 'precious' to describe something that doesn't have a strict monetary value." She chuckles. "So I suppose that I _am_ less fluent than others in that respect, but I have no trouble speaking the language, just understanding colloquialisms."

Thryssa next saunters into the kitchen, making sure to give her hips ample sway for Sugary's enjoyment, and starts pulling down pots, pans, and other utensils she'll need. "Mmm... yanno what we need, Sugary, and don't have?" She turns to look sheepishly at him. "Ingredients for something outside of a simple fruit and vegetable salad. Now, if that's all you'd like and are perfectly fine with it, I'll happily just prepare it for you. But if we're thinking of doing something a little more, we'll have to get dressed and go pick up a few essentials like that."

The eyes moved as the hips did, entranced by her natural feline-like movements and perking up right as she spoke. "Ah, we can always practice some sayings now and then. I'll be glad to answer any odd phrases I can of course." And he meant it; Aiding Thryssa understand more things could only do good... But had to admit it was adorable of her to have things like that fly over her head.

As for the food matter, he hummed as well, tapping his lips, and simply grinning. "... I had figured we'd go out and get the rest eventually anyway later on. But I'm fine with just fruit for now. We are set to exercise soon, aren't we? Stretching by the beach ought to be very relaxing..." Speaking wistfully, it was clear what he looked forward to just as much as a good meal, but his eyes also looked to her hands fondly, glad she was willing to cook at all and left wondering what skills she might have. "Oh! That reminds me. Should I not try learning that other language anyway? I asked Masquerade about it once, but on my first attempt I think I asked her for something... lewd..." He cocked a brow. "And I still don't know what it was I actually said to her..."

"I don't remember what you said to her, Sugary, although knowing Masquerade it was actually completely harmless and she decided to play with you." She winks to him, flicking her tail as she gets out the fruit and starts making the salad. She peels and slices lemons into tiny pieces, crosshatching the cuts back and forth until the pieces are quite pulverized then does the same with some strawberries and puts the entire mess into a small pot on low heat. She then gets out some cabbage and dices it, then puts it in a bowl with oranges, a different color (and probably flavor) of lemon, kiwi, blueberries, and strawberries. She then cuts a small melon in half, dices half into the bowl, then adds a handful of blackberries to the pot, using the spoon to crush and mix the concoction. While it's still going, she puts the salad aside and makes some celery, carrot, and radish veggie sticks, puts them on a plate, pulls the sauce off the stove, and carefully pours it into a deep bowl, which she puts a spoon into. The knife, pot, and cutting board go into the sink and she starts taking down some plates and forks. "Simple fruit salad on a bed of cabbage with some veggie sticks, and a sweet broth dressing," she says with a smile. "I'm not much of a chef, but I made Marquess du Dune teach me a few things in case I needed them."

Sugary thought back to what he said to Masquerade, curious to know what had been said as he sat there pondering at Thryssa's insight. "Hm... She's one heck of an actor then..."

Afterwards, leaving that on the back of his mind, he eagerly observed her cutting skills and discipline as well as her cooking method for something he thought would be much more simplistic. He looked rather impressed with the display and show of skill as he smiled fondly at her. "Simple? That's the most gorgeous plate of fruit I've seen in years!" And it showed, his eyes gleefully taking in the colors and his lips already anticipating a taste worthy of royalty. "I... I almost don't wanna ouch it. It's impeccable..." Such a culinary dilemma. "Almost." Quickly resolved as it were, hand slowly reaching out for a utensil to take his first bite... And when he began to chew on the sauce covered bite, he shuddered and looked to be in bliss. If Thryssa had yet to win him over through his stomach, she was making leaps and bounds at the moment. "... Fantastic~! Marquess Dune taught you culinary perfection~!"

And so he ate, having the best simple breakfast in years and only regretting bite after bite when he realized he'd have to stop eating eventually when there was no more left on the bowl and plate. But as he ate, he did bring up another little matter, still wanting to sate curiosity before the morning went by. "Say... What does this mean anyway?" Right then and there, still in bliss, he proceeded to repeat the near exact thrumming he used when he spoke 'bug' to Masquerade before.

Thryssa blushes a little and beams. "Yes, Callista has a particular gift for food. It's why her little cafe is so extremely successful even though a wealthy heiress doesn't need her own business if she wants riches." She digs into her own creation eagerly, clearly enjoying the meal as she eats it. "Such simple fare, and yet so delicious." She chuckles a little. "I suppose that when the staple of your diet is cactus prepared in every possible way, pure fruit and vegetables is luxurious fine dining." She cleans her plate quite hungrily and then starts rinsing and then scrubbing the dishes they used. Her ears swivel towards Sugary as he tries to speak the insectoid language that the changelings had developed for covert conversation. "I can see why Masquerade had fun with you. You said 'my horn in hole your under tail spun always'."She smirks at him. "You might not want to try repeating sounds you don't understand, Mister Market, unless you want to kill changelings with laughter."

He coughed and nearly choked on his last bite before the plate was taken, spectacularly failing to hold back shame and laughter as the exact words were finally revealed. "Ack...! Geez, I should at least learn how to say that properly..." He then blushed and calmed down after a brief pause. "Um... I mean, learn proper Lovebug words." He cursed himself for enjoying his vivid imaginations a bit too much with no thanks from his personal collection of books. "Am I usually this perverted...? Must be the downtime and Thryssa's affection..." He cleared his throat and got up from the chair and next to her, kissing her lovingly on her shoulder with a genuine smile. "Thanks for the meal... Guess now we unpack, so I'll get started."

He began with the first package he got his hands on, and began to withdraw rather normal things from the start. "Extra underwear... Check! Sparring gear... Check! One... fuzzy thing?" There was something he did not recognize, and began to pull it out entirely with a bit of a struggle, eventually draping it over the floor. It was psychodelic and rainbowy in a circular pattern, yet soft and supple. "... A shaggy rug? Or a bedsheet? Wait... Oh, this is..." He blushed a little, remembering where he once pinned Thryssa down in Green's shop and got very friendly with her. "... Either the same one, or a really good replica... Ahem!" He kept going with the next item... It was a bag of Green's special stash. "..... I definitely didn't put this in here..." He immediately put it in a spot no one would see it easily in the room and went to the next item. "I'm starting to think a few others donated extra for us, and... W-... What?" The next item he pulled out, he did so with immense curiosity as to how it was placed in there without ruining anything, covered in wrapping but rather notably large for a blunt object.

When he unwrapped it, a very familiar and life-like expression winking at them with a shameless grin was shown. "... It's a high quality bust... of Lepinora's bust..." Her texture, her tatoos, and her tatas were in full display on the torso and head piece of art having been left for the vacationing duo. He looked to Thryssa with a mix of joviality and worry. "... I'm almost afraid to see what else we brought along without knowing..."

Thryssa examines the bust of Lepinora's bust with visible amusement. "Well, at least it's accurate," she says with a short snort of laughter. "And it makes me curious what else she had hidden in our luggage. I'm... admittedly not really sure why Lepinora thought it'd be funny to send a bust of herself along with our luggage. Perhaps she means it as a blatant signal that she thinks I should ooze sexuality in private or something." She shrugs at this and starts unpacking her own things. Quite without shame, she puts down multiple sets of white lacy lingerie that contrasts rather sharply and pleasantly with her black coat and then pulls out a beautifully-forged warhammer and an arming sword and lays them down. From another of her cases, she unfolds a set of silver-trimmed bronze lamellar armor that's sized for her frame and various other bits of clothing, adornment, and other essentials like toiletries. Finally, she pulls out a package that looks like a well-wrapped sausage with a little bow on it. She blinks and tilts her head, then picks it up by the edge of the wrapping. This proves to be a mistake as the wrapping is unsecured and comes undone, and out rolls a very, very intricately detailed porcelain stallionhood that, if Sugary doesn't personally recognize, has had his cutie mark painted expertly on the bottom of the base. Thryssa stares at it for several seconds, smirks, and glances over at Sugary. "The real one is loads better," she informs him with a wink.

Sugary lightly smirked at the first suggestion. "I would not be the least bit surprised that she would want us to get laid... Seemed to be what the others wanted for us since we met." He thought to say more, but watched her patiently instead as he brought out more mundane items from his side... Mostly. He found a featherduster and a harness with rope among more clothes.

But that was easily taking a backseat to the other things Thryssa brought out, looking very tentatively between her and the lace. She may have taken it in gleeful stride, but seeing her and bathing with her naked did not get rid of the appeal he hoped for eventually. For one who did not ooze sexuality, she was plenty sexy in his mind. And seeing her weapons and gear only made him imagine her wearing the lace and wielding the weapons at the same time. He snorted rather notably. "They want us to make this our love nest..."

His suspicion was then overridden by pride as he saw the porcelain copy of his cock roll out, and felt very mixed feelings aside from pride the more he stared. Pride she preferred the real thing already, a bit of shock at how accurate the detailing was, and then pride again when he figured someone had been staring at him long enough to care on top of seeing Thryssa wink at him. "The real one actually comes loaded~!" He then blushed, unsure if he got a little too prideful or not, his relationship with her blossoming but still uncertain. "Er... And good grief, I can't believe someone actually made a detailed copy for you..." He kept blushing, but between the gifts and indirect messages, he thought about something that had been slowly coming more to mind lately.

He looked to his boss and roommate, intend on prodding a little on the matter as he smiled nervously but trying to choose his words carefully. "Hey, Thryssa... Teasing aside... Where do you think we are in our relationship? As in... After what we talked about, trying to date proper when we get the chance... What am I to you right now?" More than friends, but not quite lovers yet; That's what he was thinking of at least.

Thryssa doesn't seem to need to even think about the answer to the question. She smiles to Sugary and goes over, and kisses him on the forehead. "More than friends, not quite lovers," she says with more than a touch of warmth. "Although, and I don't mean to downplay how big of a step that is to reach with anyone in any relationship, being more than friends and yet not lovers is an integral part of being a solider. Being in a foxhole, knowing that the soldier to the right and the one to the left, and the ones behind and in front can be trusted completely and without hesitation, is an intimacy that's often compared to being brothers and sisters but is far more intimate than fraternity and sorority." She hugs him, using her slightly better height to hoist him a little into the air as she does. "I trust you completely, Sugary Market, to the same degree that I trust my family. And... you are my friend." Then she kisses him directly on the lips, soft and warm and lingering, with no impassioned fierceness, just the steady vibrant glow of tender affection.