Groggily waking up, Boketto has her body wrapped around my arm. She mumbles under her breath as her cute face smiles.
Meanwhile... this damn MILF!
Cafuné has her pussy in my face, as per usual!
She's slobbering on my briefs as she buries her face in my crotch.
Using my free hand, I tickle her clit, causing her to lurch forward with a yelp.
"Wh- wha? Where am I?"
With a disheveled expression, Cafuné looks around, lost.
Her shouting has also awoken Boketto, who rubs her button nose on my arm as she slowly awakens.
Cafuné stretches, waterboarding me with her crotch, like every other morning.
"Graves? What are you always doing down there?"
She has her thighs pressed against my face.
With squished lips, I give her a neutral stare. " (~ 3~) What are you doing up there?"
Boketto's continues clinging to my arm. "Hmm... 5 more minutes."
Managing to push Cafuné off, I shake Boketto awake. "Sorry, but no one gets to sleep in. Cafuné, you're probably late for work. Boketto, you've gotta become the next Houdini in three months, and I've got to go save a life."
She lurches awake. "Houdini!? No way? Maybe a Cavid Dopperfield." She clenches her fist with excitement. "But you're right! I won't waste this second chance!" Jumping out of bed, her ass struggles to stay contained in those short shorts as it teasingly jiggles.
Not quite as emphatically, I rise from the bed.
Pulling up my pants, I walk over to the kitchen. Sliding open the doors to the outside, I take a deep breath of the crisp, fresh air.
The marble countertop reflects the sunrise; a pleasantly cool wind breezes through my hair. On the counter, there's Boketto's bunny. It hops around aimlessly, chewing on various pieces of paper that look important.
With a deep sigh, I try to ignore the pile of rabbit droppings. Making my way over to the bulletin boa-
My eyes widen.
There's... no note.
Strange...
Does that mean it's over?
Does that mean I'm no longer immortal!?
Shit, shit, shit.
Grabbing one of the kitchen knives, I slice the tip of my finger. A bubble of blood quickly emerges from the cut.
After a moment... the pain subsides.
Running hand under the sink, the blood runs down the drain. On my finger there is no longer a cut.
Checking my leg, I see a new scar, it's a large gash along my leg where Boketto stabbed me, but it seems that was the only stab wound that left a scar.
Cafune trudges her way into the kitchen, rubbing her tired eyes. (っ˕ -｡)ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 "I'm hungry, make me that yummy breakfast you made the other day."
"No, you need to get to wor-"
"Fear not, Graves, I will cook!" Boketto comes twirling into the kitchen with her caped leotard, bowing as she tilts her white top hat.
"Do you actually know how to cook?"
She gives a confident smirk as she throws her cape out. "My magic is not confined to just the stage. I shall trick your tastebuds into awe!"
So, Cafune and I sit there, patientl- impatiently waiting. Cafuné pokes and prods me with boredom!
Trying to stop her annoying attitude, I decided to try to spark a conversation. "So, Cafune, what do you do at work?"
She cranes her neck up with excitement. "Work? I do lots of things! For example..." (￣,￣ ) "What do I do at work?"
( ;¬＿¬) "Are you sure you're still working there? I don't think you were actually ever hired... you're just trespassing?"
L(-᷅_-᷄๑) "No, wait, I do do something... paper!"
"Paper..."
"Balding man tells me to move papers, then gray hair old lady talks to me very loudly and tells me to move the papers somewhere else." She gives a smug expression. ദ്ദി (≧ ' ) "They said I was so good I was going to be on fire!"
( ⩌_⩌) "I see, that's reassuring."
"Ta da!" Boketto presents plates in front of us. "Hold your applause until after you've devoured the plate itself."
Infront of us sits a runny, burnt egg... how she even managed that is a magic trick within itself.
(; ^_^ ) "Wow, Boketto, it looks great!" As awful as it looks, she did try her best.
She watches me eagerly with raised eyebrows and wide eyes, as though standing on the edge of her feet. Meanwhile, Cafuné is gobbling down.
It seems there's no escaping this. I poke at the smallest piece and take a bite...
(＾～＾; ) "Hhmm! It tastes as good as it looks."
(𖦹ཀ𖦹; ) This shit is ass. But I couldn't possibly tell her that as she gives that cute look of determinati-
Cafuné spits the food back onto the plate. "Bleh! This tastes terrible!"
Zero couth.
"How does someone even make something this bad?"
Boketto purses her lips as she whimper, now looking at me with watery eyes.
"I thought it tasted great. But how about I make you something now?"
( ^﹃ ^)"Yay! Gravy's cooking!" Cafune cheers.
I swear, that woman couldn't read the room of a funeral.
"Well... okay."
So, after five minutes of making sunny-side up eggs...
Cafuné gobbles it up, masking the whole thing in ketchup.
Meanwhile, Boketto delicately cuts it, looking at it with dejection. Opening her mouth, she delicately puts the egg in her cute mouth. (◞𐔌 ◟;) "Why does yours taste so much better?"
"I can't take any credit for it. My grandmother taught me everything I know about cooking. She was an exquisite chef and an excellent teacher."
Now Boketto beams at me. "I hope I get the chance to meet her! Do you think she could teach me?"
"A little late for that." I sigh.
"Oh... I'm sorry."
Cafuné turns, putting her hand on Boketto's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm late for work all the time! I'm sure Gravy's grandma is a patient person."
...
"Cafune, I think he mean-"
I wave away her explanation.
She's right, my grandmother was a far more patient person than I am.