“So what did they mean by a free day, Roh?” Sesh asked, seated in his bed, clad only in some grey shorts.
“Exactly what it says…It means the scouts are giving us the day to do our own things, which means we can wash laundry, send mail back home, do calls to your parents, all that stuff.”
The larger Snakari, scratching at an itch behind his cobra hood, was only in a pair of black bikini briefs, laying back on his bed. As of now, they were the only two in their cabin bunk, and it seemed like he had absolutely no plans to get dressed at all.
“I should send a letter then.”
“Go nuts,” Roh said back, “I hear Iku is going with a few people to swim in the lake.”
“Pass on that,” Sesh remarked.
He laid back in bed, his vibrant orange scales contrasting against the bed as he half considered taking an afternoon nap. But knowing how the senior campers prowled for fresh victims, his sleepiness retreated, and he sat back up, half alert for anything.
“Back in your trademark blues eh?” Roh joked.
From the Snakari’s angle, as he laid down, Sesh sitting had the back of the pants ride down, exposing the top of those familiar blue bikinis.
“Shut up man, I’m practically never gonna live down that first day.”
“Hehe, no one can forget~”
Roh then playfully poked at the orange one’s butt with his big toe, eliciting a knee-jerk reaction as he tensed up. He laughed, so entertained by his reaction.
“You’re a piece of shit man, haha,” Sesh retorted, smacking the Primis with a pillow.
“Bluebutt!” the purple Snakari teased, grabbing his own pillow as he returned the hit with a swipe of his own.
“Oh...it’s on~”
The two engaged in their playful combat, eagerly striking at the other, either side getting a few hits in, their laughs filling the air. Even then, their moves were deliberate and with force, each hit intending to really disorient the other party if the hit connected. Sesh rolled away from Roh’s bed, keeping some distance between the two to avoid more swings. He felt a pull, interrupting his movement, but still ended up a bed’s width away from the purple Snakari.
Wind could be felt through his thighs. Breezy.
He looked down, seeing his blue bikini briefs on display.
“Got your pants, Sesh~”
Roh leapt across the bed, trying to hold him down so he could really swing the pillow into his face. Sesh anticipated this, leaping back, avoiding the Primis entirely.
“No way you’re getting at me, Blackbutt. I’ll yank ‘em~!”
“If you like ‘em so much, then I’ll make sure I sit on your face, or tie them round you.”
“Says the one who keeps getting rescued by me,” Sesh said with a smirk.
“Not what happened two days ago~”
Roh suddenly lunged forth, tackling Seshruk to the floor and pinning him down. Sesh simply turned, using the purple Snakari’s inertia to push him off, resulting in Sesh coming out on top. For all his ability to pretty much counter each pillow hit, Sesh was just more tactical, and cool headed so he could easily weasel out from high-pressure situations. Roh kept on struggling, and then felt the orange Snakari immobilize his hands as well, leaving him out of options except to admit defeat.
“Hehe...you’re still...a piece of shit, Roh, admit it~” Sesh said, chuckling, panting from the intense fight.
“Fine, fine, now let me go!”
“Fat chance man!” Declared the victorious and now gloating orange Snakari.
“Bluebutt...”
“Ooooo, not the right words. I was expecting you to admit your loss...but..I could just drool all over you, Rioroh~”
“Heh...you know our dicks are touching...right?” He said suddenly.
Sesh then froze, face in shock as he gazed down, affirming that yes, their bulges had pressed into each other, the situation turning awkward in less than a splitsecond. He blushed, realizing how close he was to the other, and gulped.
Meanwhile, Roh didn’t even seem to mind, and chuckled at how Seshruk was turning red.
Then...
“I heard noise coming from here, Shutali, find that cretin, posthaste!”
Sesh was about to say something, when Roh suddenly pulled him close, and covered his mouth. Footsteps could be heard, pindrop silence in the bunk.
Who else, but Bodera Vikis, one of the members of Wasp.
He had mentioned Shutali too, the same Shutali Nakai, member of Scorpion.
Roh had already told this story a few times, all as terrible warnings and Seshruk knew very well how much of a pain Wasp was. Hornet was more of the bully jocks, so it was basically high school seniors in this camp. If they were about, there would be wedgies and spanked rears that would follow. Scorpion was for delinquents, and they were more known for keeping to themselves but also for being extremely territorial, like actual gangs. Wasp was actually the most unlike, and at the same time, the most terrible of the three.
Basically, it was for the richer children, children whom were placed here by their wealthy parents. Except this led to the group being a circle of arrogant elitist Snakari, and since they had the money, they paid out Scorpion to defend them, and to also do the dirty work. This led to a lot of immunity to the hazing that happened to the other, as well as underhanded deals to privileges, under the scouts’ noses,
Bodera however, had a rivalry with Roh, thanks to their families being direct competitors in their industry. Some stuff about being competing stakeholders, and investments, making it a very tumultuous and strained relationship between their fathers, who were once close friends. This was why Bodera was relentless and kept trying to find ways to really get at Roh, leading to unpleasant encounters just last week.
Meanwhile, Sesh had been forced in a really inappropriate embrace, all to hide them behind the beds as Shutali walked through the doorway to their bunks.
“You’d better getcha ass out here, Jilsena, or it’s gonna be ten times worse when I drag you out by your balls from where yer hidin’ at!” Shutali declared, walking up the steps, reaching the door.
No way would they want to be caught. Absolutely. Positively not. Shutali was a towering figure at one meter eighty, and had an iron grip when it came to waistbands of briefs. Sesh and Roh knew it was a far better outcome to make a run for it. His footsteps came like thundering drums on the wooden floor, his light and dark brown stripes running along his cobra tail, like an early warning sign.
Immediately, Roh tapped Sesh’s shoulder, pointing to the beneath the beds to get out, intending to crawl.
“But we’re naked!” Sesh mouthed, hearing those footsteps get closer.
Roh said nothing, immediately getting up, crouching low to weasel his way out through the first bed.
Sesh barely had time to respond, half in disbelief that they were going to attempt such a hair-brained escape method
He shook the feeling off, and followed suit, really keeping silent as they continued to crawl. No sense in staying put as well and accepting what would happen. They got to pushing slippers and camping bags out of the way, gently easing them aside to prevent the sound of movement.
Shutali was none the wiser, thankfully, having gone all the way to where Roh’s bed was, and searching about. Though he said nothing, Sesh was certain he could feel the aura of danger as those brown scaled feet walked by.
“Don’t tell me that hooded cur got away. I intended to make him squeal today,” came Bodera’s partially shrill tone. His voice oozed impatience, as well as unimpressed boredom.
After all, to him, this was his way of also entertaining himself, making it even worse. His agenda against Roh wasn’t just because of their family rivalry. He did it solely because he really did gain extra amounts of sadistic pleasure watching Roh pantsed and spanked.
“I think they maybe snuck out the back door, tryna hide like a buncha pussies…” said the Scorpion Snakari, cracking his knuckles.
“Hmph, can’t possibly hide forever…”
The two could hear Shutali rummaging about, checking other lockers, maybe messing up some nicely folded clothes. There was audible signs of frustration, and the large Snakari scoffed, before checking out back behind.
Bodera had just stepped into the doorway, and from their angle could be seen in some nicely pressed shorts and leather flip flops. He tapped his foot impatiently, with his scales of pale yellow contrasting strongly against the brown wood flooring, footsteps almost silent as he walked along the rows of beds, expressing some sort of disgust as he looked at the place.
Uggh...even his footwear was branded.
Sesh continued to keep his eye on the pair of legs that walked about, opting to see that rather than Roh’s rear, which was a tad too prominent as the Primis Snakari crawled. At this point they had reached Iku’s bed, and Seshruk winced a bit as he came across discarded brown briefs, dropped and forgotten. They had that terrible smell of a wet fabric left alone, and he immediately could pinpoint it from the swimming lessons yesterday. He had probably stripped them off, accidentally kicked them under the bed, and now here it was with some visible mold. He hoped the brown was actually the fabric’s original color.
It was at this point, Roh turned, looking at Sesh whilst he pointed to the front entrance of the cabin, in a rapid jabbing motion. They could now crawl out and make a mad sprint out, way long before Bodera and his hired bully for the day would figure out or even know.
“Hey, Panties boy, you saw those two, didn’t you?!”
Shutali could be heard outside the back of the bunk, definitely confronting another Mantis camper as inferred from the insult. It would take a while, considering each of the camp houses had three to five groups of twelve campers.
Sesh looked to Roh, and nodded.
No looking back, especially if it was Scorpion.
Three.
Two.
One.
The two leapt out from their hiding place and sprinted, dashing out across the camp square in their underwear. Neither could care less at how undressed they were, or how they would get back sans clothes. They kept going, knowing full well to gain as much ground away from those two, and sped away as far as possible.
“Roh, where do we even go?!”
“Follow me, and keep running! Because...Hornet could be about.”
Being out here, in naught but their undies, was the exact same as being dressed in meat in a den full of hungry beasts. They had to resort to sneaking via the forested areas, away from where the other campers would be in. As expected, they could catch sight of the other bullies walking about in their groups, chatting it up with each other as the two snuck behind shrubbery and foliage, still hurrying along.
Other than the sound of birds in the air, it was mostly them panting, still exhausted from such a sprint into these dense hills, navigating the uneven terrain. The sounds of camp activity dimmed out, dwarfed away by the thumping of Sesh’s heartbeat, his senses all focused in the moment where his adrenaline pumped up to fuel their ascent.
But it wouldn’t last, and suddenly, he was aware of how his legs hurt. He swore he felt his lungs get gripped in a vice, and a stitch in his side as he finally stopped, bent over in pain.
“Eugh...Roh...hhh..where are we? There’s...there’s someone’s underwear hanging by this branch stub…”
“Probably a previous batch’s unfound undies,” the other Snakari said as he took a deep breath, “it’s the scouts’ idea of a Scavenger Hunt…ohhh...my stomach...”
“They...have camping here? It’s so humid…”
“Yeah, you can tell they keep this place like..half clean...if you go past some areas, you’ll find a heckload of trash and maybe discarded clothes…hidden from everyone...”
Sesh didn’t want to think of camping out in the woods, not when they would be pulled from the last hint of civilization and comfort, which was the showers. Not to mention that this meant that the hazing would take its own unique form out here, where a lost pair of pants would spell certain doom.
“If...if we find those clothes...I’d...really like to wear them, and not look like some cavesnake…”
His speech was now punctuated with heavy panting, but his stamina held out and he found himself really gaining distance with large strides. Again, he averted his gaze from Roh’s ass, trying not to watch its jiggling as the other Snakari leapt and climbed over exposed root or rock.
“You’d be the weirdest cavesnake...Pretty sure no primitive Snakari wore bright blue undies, hahaha!”
“Ah shut up, Roh~” He said with a chuckle, tossing a pebble at the black bikini clad butt before him.
“It’s true and you know it. You wouldn’t blend in with bushes, especially with that ass out.”
“S...says the one in purple scales.”
The two shared another laugh, before they finally reached the top of this small forested gnoll, and the sounds of camp were nonexistant. If Bodera or Shutali knew they had escaped, they wouldn’t have a clue to where they were now. This part of Rokka was surprisingly windy, and they could easily navigate down, with Sesh partially thankful for grassy areas to step in instead of hard rock ground and painful pebbles.
Eventually the large number of trees began to clear up, and Seshruk could see some sort of road, winding its way through the forest. It seemed wide enough for trucks to drive through, and just a little past that was a bridge, going over a steady river.
“Hey Sesh, I see a cabin up ahead…”
“What’s it doing here?”
“Beats me, I’ve been here last summer, and they build a lot of stuff on campgrounds.”
“How did you found our secret spa place then?”
“Was outrunning Hornet, ran way past the boundary and gave them the slip by climbing a tree, then I saw the cave from where I was.”
“I see-wha-ahh!”
Sesh had stepped on rock, unaware it wasn’t stable and it rolled from under his feet. In a splitsecond, he was falling forward, arms flailing about. He tried to catch himself by running, only to eventually collide into Roh who had turned in response to his sudden shock outburst.
The two tumbled along; grass, branches, twigs and small shrubbery and Sesh found himself lying facefirst down, groaning.
Uggh…
No broken bones.
Good.
No sprained ankle.
Also good.
Wait a minute…he had landed…
?!
...right square atop of Roh, and had his face in the other’s bulge.
Oh…
Shit...
“Get offa me, Bluebutt…”
“Oh-Uhh- S-sorry…!”
He hurriedly stood up, face bright red as he turned away. The heat on his cheeks was apparent, and he frantically tried to conjure up something to say in some attempt to cull the awkwardness.
In the back of his mind, he secretly wished he could now find a hole, crawl in and never come out. Not for the next few months, preferably. Maybe he could cover up the entrance, or go away. Somewhere. Anywhere for his feeble attempt to distance himself from this situation.
But as much as he denied it, the realization was true, and sounded in his head repeatedly like some broken siren. Relentless, and unable to be shut out. The truth was laid bare, and he felt so weirded out.
He had his face in Roh’s…eugh, he didn’t want to finish that thought. Uggh, no!
This was the absolute one thing he did not need, especially after the time Hornet pressed a jock bulge to his nose. Getting suspended by his underwear, wedged into his rectum was fine, he could handle the aches. But if he could choose, he’d have opted to never ever...ever... have his face that close of a proximity to another dick.
Never...ever...ever ...eugh….
“Nnngh…you okay though? I-”
“We are never talking about this. It never happened,” Sesh snapped, interrupting Roh.
His tone was more tensed, like a music note that didn’t know which pitch to be in, and skittered between the nearest sharp and flat.
“Ah, lighten up, I know it was an acci-”
“Did not happen.”
“...Ehh,” Roh paused for a bit, then he smiled, “I have no idea what you’re saying.”
“Thank you...nnnngh...” he groaned out, almost as if he was forcing out something bitter, like some disgusting medicine. It had taken its own sweet time to crawl out too, and didn’t take any of the awkwardness out of the situation with it at all.
Then the two turned to face each other.
Silence.
In the distance, birds could be heard.
Wind made the leaves in distant trees rustle, and it gave the feeling of such life in this otherwise quiet moment.
“Pfft-Hahahaha! Aaaahahahahaha!!”
“What’s so funny?”
Roh was bent over, laughter turning into a guffaw. It was a tad bit contagious, and while it was definitely not the response for what had just happened, it sure succeeded in clearing up the unpleasant air.
“Hnhnhn-you should see your face, hahaha!”
“What?”
The Primis stepped forward and gave a friendly gentle shove on Sesh’s shoulder, grinning.
“It’s totally fine, man. I’m not gonna tell anyone. Who’s gonna know that you fell facefirst into my dick, other than us?”
Sesh opened his mouth to respond, but kept silent.
“You really think I’ll tell everyone I see about this?” Roh continued, “Ooo, Sesh rubbed my dick with his face, he’s into males~’
The tone was such a mocking singsong rendition, and was very apparent that Roh wouldn’t do this. He made a really good point.
“I...guess you’re right…”
Roh simply smiled.
“It’s gonna be alright, Sesh,” he remarked, patting him on the back, “plus, I don’t even know what we’re talking about.”
He gave him a knowing wink, keeping to his word. It never happened, not at all. Seshruk beamed, already feeling the immense weight and pressure on him dissipating, turning into a strange sort of appreciation and happiness.
“Thanks...you know? ...really.”
“No problem, man. Come on, I know where this place leads. I recognize the area.”
Roh then turned, heading through the trees to the bridge up yonder.
Past the small river, the forest area cleared up to reveal the large lake area it was hiding. There was a strong gust of wind, and it kicked up leaves, making for a semi interesting sight as they swirled about endlessly in circles, looking like a mini twister. The lake itself was sprinkled with it as well, the reflection of the azure sky dotted with a mosaic of greens, reds, browns and yellows. It looked like a fine painting, and some child had flicked a paintbrush, sending dots of color all over the water, yet it carried a strange sense of calm; serenity as the two walked up to the edge, really taking a while to absorb this view.
It really was quite beautiful, but Sesh had the occasional reminder, that they both were in nothing but their underwear, moreso with him in such bright blue bikini undies. The wind between his legs reinforced that, and he blushed a tiny bit. He did wonder how Roh seemed so accustomed to it too.
Oh well, it sure beat being chased by some jock. Compared to that, he would have been fine standing buck naked too.
“Dang, and no one’s here at all?” He wondered out loud, kicking a pebble into the water.
He could make out some fish within, darting away at the sudden invasion of the stone as it slowly tumbled down.
“There probably are some campers about. The scouts would wanna supervise and make sure no one gets hurt. You’d be surprised, there’s a surprising number of hidden cams about”
Roh walked on, and Sesh could see some large shed by the lake side, in need of a fresh coat of paint. The tall grass about made for a nice soft feel beneath his feet, and he surveyed the building, finding it a bit out of place when viewed with the picturesque scenery.
“What is this? Some supply area? A sort of ...haunted house thing?”
“Nope, this…” Roh said with glee, as they reached around to the side, “...is a bicycle shed~”
He entered through the side entrance, reaching into the surprisingly cool inside of the shed. Sesh could make out rows of bicycles, some draped with a layer of grey tarp, and the air smelling of oil and rubber. Posters adorned the walls, talking about safety, the map of camp Rokka, some sports athletes. He suddenly sneezed, and grunted, realizing how dusty the area was.
By the main front side, there already were two Spider House campers prepping their bikes up for cycling. A few others were getting a turn at the nearby water cooler, queueing up to quench their thirst. A scout hung by the front desk, for once, actually clothed in shirt, shorts and shoes, as he checked the loanbook for the bikes. Another scout was in only his purple bikinis, his pastel grey scales shimmering with sweat and decorated with stains of grease as he laid on his back, fixing up a bike. All the while, some pop music could be heard playing from some speaker at the entrance, probably hooked to either scout’s phone. Roh headed up to the front, Sesh behind him with hands trying in a futile attempt to cover his crotch.
“You two models gonna ride?” asked the front desk Scout, twirling a pen, his rattletail shaking to the song’s beat. He eyed them, brow furrowed.
“Mhm,” Roh replied, “We’ll return them by dinnertime.”
“In just your underwear…?”
“We wanted to dodge some hazing and ran all the way here...couldn’t help it.”
Then the scout’s serious expression cracked, a single sharp exhale from his nostril. Then following it was a sharp ‘pfff’ from his lips. His mouth curled the slightest into a smirk, eyes narrowing.
“Ffff-Hahahahaha!”
The mechanic behind too had himself laughing, laying on his side. Roh and Sesh could only blush, watching on in embarrassment as it echoed through the entire bicycle shed. Clearly there was an internal inside joke here, as the two looked at each other.
The front desk Scout eventually composed himself, snickering still as he looked at the two, almost laughing once more whilst he cleared his throat. The mechanic was still a giggling mess, wiping a tear from his eye, inadvertently spreading grease on his cheek.
“Alright...snrk...you two junglemen...hahahahaha! You two can borrow bikes, just sign your names here and how long you’ll loan ‘em for…”
“Yeah...thanks,” Roh said.
The idea, although rather weird, sounded quite appealing. Speeding through the forest pathways, wind coursing about them, cooling them off. They could take some time to really marvel at untouched nature around Rokka as well and there was little way the other jocks could really dampen this. Who would be able to catch up to a speeding bike?
Sure it was a tad bit unfit to think of negative thoughts, but he did like to make extra sure. Plus, this would he a first, cycling in just those trademark bikinis.
Oh well, it sure beat being yanked.
“But you do have to do one thing for us,” the Scout said with a cheeky smirk.
Oh no…
Sesh could already envision a number of ways this would turn out, all unpleasant.
“What is it?” Sesh asked, clearly dreading it.
“You two have to do the Butt Dance~”
“That’s it? Just the dance?” Roh asked, turning.
“Yeap, and if we’re satisfied, then...you can sign,” the Scout said, taking a seat.
Sesh and Roh looked at each other and then shrugged. Just a simple routine with mildly suggestive gestures. It wasn’t too hard, but definitely a dance that would be too weird to do solo. They were stuck like this together anyway, and the two stood side by side, beginning.
“Aw yeah, that’s it!” the seated Scout remarked.
The mechanic Scout was still laying down, giving a whistle, as if catcalling the two.
“Shake it, and swirl it...mmm..now smack it!”
Sesh jerked his hips, swatting his rear.
“Hahahahah! Wooo!”
Eventually the dance finished, albeit with two encores from the scouts, both Sesh and Roh’s faces red from such suggestive hip sways. Both scouts applauded, cheering loudly.
“Alright, get out of here you two, make sure you follow the track as you cycle. Do a brake test and bell test.
Sesh was relieved and heaved a sigh, glad to be done. Last week had the scouts unimpressed with the dance, and it had to be repeated in their own lodge, the Castle itself.
Eugh...Sesh shook the thought from his head, almost like it was the smallest of stones in a shoe, and moved to where Roh was, checking out the bikes.
They were practically new, shining in the light, and their coats of paint fresh and vibrant. Either these were really recently purchased bikes, or the scouts really took good care of them. It did surprise Seshruk quite a bit, seeing that although the scouts were kings of practical jokes and pantsings, they had shown their competence in doing their work of enforcing authority or being impromptu counsellor. Still, he did wish they put on pants more.
“This grey one looks pretty sweet, eh Sesh?”
“Yeah, it sure does. I’ll take this white one,” he replied.
Then Sesh felt a smack on his rear, and then more laughs from the desk Scout, who grinned.
“You’re that Bluebutt from the first day, aren’t you?”
Sesh sighed, blushing.
“Yeah...I am…”
Then the two scouts laughed once more, their noise making some Macans who came by rather confused. Then they noticed the two and realized, but kept quiet as they stayed in their queue.
“Alright you two, go on, and cycle safely!”
Sesh did not want to spend another moment in the shed, and quickly wheeled his bike out, cheeks flushed. That nickname was literally everywhere, and much to his dismay, was more ubiquitous as well, pestering him like an obstinate, unkillable mosquito. He had lost count of the number of times the scouts smacked his rear, his name well known even amongst the other staff. He could only try to play it off, at least waving back at the scouts who greeted him. But whenever Hornet got at them, he could expect spankings, and that familiar pain between his legs.
“You okay, Sesh?” Roh asked, seeing the blush.
“Eugh...no. I hate that stupid name…” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Tell ya what, forget them. Let’s just cycle and have fun for the rest of the afternoon,” the purple Snakari remarked, trying to cheer him up.
“Yeah, beats staying here on display for others…”
“Got you your bike, let’s go!”
Sesh gave another grumble, wondering if this was how some fanservice comicbook superheroines felt, all decked to fight.
The two got on their bikes, with Sesh checking the speed gears, making sure he was comfy. He also kept his tail lifted, wary of of the ideal tail position. There was that age old horror stories of tails getting caught in the wheels or gears, and he tried not to imagine the details of such events.
“Alright, you ready?” he said, prepped to go.
“Yeap, just a slow casual cycle,” Roh remarked, chuckling as he gave a cheeky tail wave to the scouts again.
“Here goes, I haven’t rode a bike in years.”
With that, the two began to travel off, and the cool winds breezed through them, with the scenery a blend of rushing trees.
The wind picked up, and soon, falling leaves could be seen drifting along, looking like snow but with a flourish of greens and yellows. At some angles, the sun pierced through the top of the canopy, showing rather pretty rays of light emerging through layer after layer of leaves.
Sesh and Roh remained silent, just focusing on the road, seeing how it gently turned here and there, making for a very leisurely ride. The orange Snakari couldn’t help too but gaze at the constant rush of colors, all popping into his field of vision, having their brief splitsecond of his attention, before giving way to the next. Every now and then, something big or prominent would take his attention, like a large fallen tree, or a signboard talking about cycling speeds.
One signboard was entirely faded and bent, with its paint long gone and in such a state of disrepair. A strange yellow ribbon was tied to it and it flapped in the wind every now and then, piquing his curiosity.
There was definitely years of history in this camp, with its own traditions and customs kept by the scouts. Even though it was more of them trying to yank the pants off one another or to dance in their underwear in some sort of celebration at their lack of clothing, some things did have a certain sort of ‘oldness’ to it.
Koulak and Tavira had been asked about many of these. But those two Mantis scouts, their own incharges, either answered it vaguely, with that look of wistfulness in their eyes, or merely laughed, and brushed it off as ‘they would had to have been there to understand’. Even as they chatted with one another or with another scout, there was always that implication behind the way some words were-
“You know...this isn’t so bad, right? Cycling in our underwear~” Roh suddenly said.
“Hm? Oh...wait, really? You’re getting into the whole ‘airing your legs out’ and going free now?” Sesh remarked, realizing how zoned out he had been as he cycled.
“Yeah, I mean, it’s super windy, and I like the feeling!”
“I...guess? I mean…”
“You know...the scouts also do this on some days!” Roh said over the noise of the wind, making a powerful whoosh as they sped through, backed up by the tinkling of the pedals, rhythmic and constant.
“You’re kidding right?!”
“Don’t be too surprised, considering the mud wrestle just a few days ago!”
“Uggh! Don’t remind me man! I wore my nerdiest whities for that, because I knew I’d throw it away! I can’t forget the taste of soil.”
“Haha! Yeah! So...they go for overnight rides, in their undies too, and apparently they do mountain biking!”
“By that super large forested hill? Beyond the boundary?”
“They’re official scouts man, they’re free to bypass whatever safety barrier they want.”
At this point, they came to a stop, seeing the endless trees finally dwindle to a large expanse of grass. It was a good break point, and Sesh found his mind in a strange state of calm and peace, the otherwise silent air filled with distant birds and their panting from the cycle.
“Pitstop?”
“Heh…heh...yeah…” Roh said, panting, “We haven’t even travelled halfway round the camp.”
“It’s surprisingly big too.”
Sesh headed to a patch of grass by a large tree, sitting down to stretch.
“Not as big as your butt~”
“Har har har…” Sesh replied sarcastically, his expression almost saying a mix of ‘oh well~’ and ‘yeah, yeah, shut up already’.
“You know it~”
Roh joined by his side, choosing to lie flat on the ground spread out, giving off a relaxed ‘ahh’ as he did so.
Sesh for a moment only just realized that their sneaking away from Scorpion’s number one bully and from Bodera was only an hour and a bit ago. With the cycling, and how zen he felt, the entire thing felt like it could have been months away. He exhaled a sigh, leaning against the tree, a tad bit surprised as the events begin to fully sink in.
“Today was just….wow…”
“The most...most..stupidest escape plan...that worked…” Roh said, eyes shut and grinning.
“I know, right? Crawling under the beds! Man...you know he’ll still try to find us another day right? He doesn’t just let up after he missed us.”
“Ehh...whatever. We can keep our distance and play it cool. You got my ass covered, and I got yours too.”
“...Yeah...thanks Roh.”
“No probz, Bluebutt~”
“...”
“Pff...hahahahahahahaha!”
“I’m leaving now.”
“Hahahaha! Be my guest, knowing Wasp, there’s zero way we’ll be getting dressed till dinner time. I get to see you rock those trademark blue bikinis for at least a few more hours.”
“Yeah, I’m definitely leaving.”
There was snickering in the air as Roh stifled another laugh, joining the air as the clouds drifted lazily by. Sesh still found it surreal that he was out here in the woods with nothing but his blue briefs and the bike. But it wasn’t an entirely foreign thing, considering the past month in Rokka. He hoped he wouldn’t get used to this, he wished it so.
But that was for another day, with its own set of problems.
For now, today, he could just relax, and enjoy the peace.
[Commission work done by Ewgengster of Furaffinity]
