House Tasmania II

Lupus didn't answer instantly; she shuffled around a little on the comfy bed.

"Don't be such a worrywart, Jackie. My mana will soon return after I get some rest and some food," She said, stretching her torso on the bed and letting out a soft satisfying moan.

Jack nodded in anticipation. "I see, so it regenerates by itself, like fatigue in my physical body. That's intriguing…" He analysed inwardly.

Lupus wiggled her golden arc boots at him. "I'm so tired still. Would you mind taking off my boots for me?" She requested out of the blue, mischief in her voice, yet Jack was too dense to grasp it.

"Huh? That'd be improper," He replied, bashful like a teenager.

"Come on! I healed your wound… please!" Lupus fussily bargained, her body remaining sprawled on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge.

Jack exhaled deeply before reaching for her arc boots. The golden metal surface shone brightly. As Jack focused on figuring out how to remove them, his eyes located three straps on the side of her calf that held them in place.

Intuitively, his fingers went for the straps and wiggled them off, only to be met with a sudden jolt of electricity. "Ah!" He yelped, recoiling instantly.

"Hahahahaha! Gotcha!" Lupus laughed uncontrollably, clutching her toned abdominal muscles.

"Lupy! What was that?" Jack demanded, dumbly rubbing his finger.

Eventually, the bunny-eared lady sprang up to face him, her eyes upturned in amusement. "I've noticed you've been tense since we met Lunarius Willhelm, so I thought I'd play a prank on ya! Fufufu!" She explained between giggles.

"Oh…" His lips parted in puzzlement as he scratched his silver hair. "Is it a defence mechanism? Anti-theft measures?" He asked curiously, instead of getting mad at the frivolous girl. 

Lupus nodded happily, unbuckling the straps so her boots came loose. She stretched her feet experimentally, each toe bobbling with rhythms a soft, satisfying moan escaping her lips involuntarily.

Her toes were surprisingly agile and nimble, unlike those of humans. Jack watched in awe.

"Pervert!" Lupus's voice boomed, her cheeks dusted red. Her abrupt accusation made Jack spring to his feet. "I~I~I was just admiring your toe range of movement and agility!" He argued, realising how weird he sounded.

"Oh… I thought you had a weird fetish for feet or something…" Lupus teased, winking playfully.

Jack exhaled in frustration. Her constant teasing was not good for his fragile heart. He retreated to the sofa, waiting for Lupus to finally take her bath.

When it was his turn, he stepped into the shower. Her sweet aroma still lingered in the bathroom. Shaking his head to banish any unsavoury thoughts before they could form, he scrubbed himself clean, then soaked in the hot bath — something he was rarely privileged to enjoy in space.

It must have been an hour before he realised he'd taken far too long. Hastily gathering himself, he wrapped a white bathrobe around his body and exited the bathroom; only to discover that his clothes were gone.

Jack hesitantly walked up to Lupus, who was lying on her belly on the bed, kicking her feet in glee, as though being a Bunny Wildren came with a perpetual happy pill in her system.

"Um, do you know where my clothes are? I think I left them over there," Jack asked, pointing at the empty basket. Lupus, now dressed in a satin robe supplied by House Tasmania, nodded eagerly.

Before she could answer, a knock came at the door. "Room service!" called the voice of a young man.

"I had them dry-cleaned!" She said, motioning for Jack to get the door. He obeyed, opening it to find a young man in a hotel uniform. The staff member tipped his hat and handed Jack his clothes — along with a new set of garments he had never seen before. A black tunic with shoulder pads, intricately designed, long-sleeved pants, belts, and even a pair of leather shoes roughly his size.

Jack frowned, thinking it might be a mistaken delivery. Just as he was about to turn and clarify, Lupus appeared beside him so fast he barely registered her movement.

"Thank you! And before you ask, those are for you, Jackie!" Lupus read his mind, taking her newly washed clothes while Jack took his own. She thanked the staff and shut the door behind her with her foot.

"Oh, you shouldn't have…" Jack said, appreciating the gesture but feeling an increasing sense of debt toward her.

She waved his concern away dismissively. "Now get changed! We're grabbing dinner right away — I'm starving terribly!"

Before slipping into the bedroom, she paused momentarily. "Oh, about your jumpsuit… They said they don't know how to clean it since it's… quite peculiar."

Jack examined the fabric in his hands, smiling softly. "That's quite thoughtful of you, Lupy… Thank you."

"So I'll ask them to bring it tomorrow," Lupus told him, to which Jack nodded in approval.