N'Ïrk is astonished. While sleeping 16 hours is recommended. Most people only rest 12 to 14 hours.
However. Káth'Dria lived in an outpost, where is not possible to have long, straight sessions of sleep, as unexpected attacks occur all the time, forced to have short naps whenever the opportunity rises up.
"What is wrong with getting up from bed until my body is fully rested?. Or are you jealous that i can do this, Meat Mushroom?. I know the first couple of weeks is hard to sleep in a soft, warmth mattress, waking up every two or three hours, thinking you may be under attack, is exasperating".
N'Ïrk grins and snorts. Káth'Dria is correct, the young man is constantly waking up in the middle of the night. Trying to numb his hyper alert state, with an excessive amount of training, tiring himself up, and failing in the process, his resilience, vigour and stamina are top notch, a direct repercussion of his time in the outposts.
"(Cat) Kath got your tongue?". Mocks Káth'Dria. But N'Ïrk shakes his head in negation. *Nah!*. "Gagk'Xannia got my tongue. Right, My Lovely Girlfriend?".
The Girly Tomboy nods happily with a bright smile. "Yes!. N'Ïrk kissed me for two hours!".
"Incredible!". Mutters Káth'Dria, partially stunned about hearing N'Ïrk having a girlfriend, especially a Half Tarzön, lineage that is shared by the Chocolate Bombshell too.
This is relevant, because the ones conquering N'Ïrk's Hometown, was a New Alliance of tribal clans, mostly integrated by Half Tarzöns, and the distinctive Biological feature of this females, is their hair being Black and Golden.
"N'Ïrk, you say breakfast". Gagk'Xannia leans down and whispers on her Boyfriend's ear. "Is your «Sex Friend» coming too?".
The damsel's eyes are sparkling, the question is closer to an statement rather than a petition.
{Perhaps, Gagk'Xannia is as crazy as Madame Throllüsath}
The thought puts a gentle smile on N'Ïrk, who pecks the plump black lips of his girlfriend, whispering back. "Is our affair that obvious?".
Gagk'Xannia nods quickly, too fast for her own good.
{I don't have anything to occult about my life, and while this date went sideways with Dyll'Phá attacking me out of the blue. It is kinda assuring that Gagk'Xannia is straightforward and open minded about my sexual encounters, and her own desires}
Such realization sets a curious doubt in the young man.
{Why is Dyll'Phá different?. Wasn't she and Gagk'Xannia raised in boarding schools just for women?. Shouldn't they be more alike?}
Unbeknown to N'Ïrk, Dyll'Phá's life was literally devoid of men. While Gagk'Xannia had daily life interactions with other men.
"You are right, My Lover!. The breakfast!".
Káth'Dria rolls her eyes, N'Ïrk always does exclamations and exaggerated gestures when he is plotting something.
"Glutton Gobbler. Are you free?".
"Why do you ask, Meat Mushroom?. Are you asking me out?". Teases Káth'Dria, glancing to Gagk'Xannia without realizing Dyll'Phá's presence. Who rises her voice from behind the Tomboy, admonishing N'Ïrk with stern fury. "Seriously?!. Flirting with another woman in front of your Girlfriend?!".
"It is my idea, Dyll'Phá. N'Ïrk has a faint smile since he saw his acquittance". Gagk'Xannia turns around, facing the fuming lady. "What kind of Girlfriend i would be, if i don't want to see happiness in my Partner?".
The question leaves stupefied the righteous damsel, incapable of retorting to the naive, yet insightful argument.
The lady is so out of herself in her attempt to achieve an acceptable answer, that her mind doesn't registers anything happening around her.
Regaining the normal function of her brain, only when the four youngsters are climbing up the staircase, going out of the Subway Station. Because Dyll'Phá was on autopilot during the entire trayect towards their destination.
The Mall, a spacious building that gives access to plenty of establishments and franchises without causing an oversaturated environment.
Having lived in the city for a few months by now, Káth'Dria knows the location of several restaurants within the Mall, selecting one of them, but commenting about other options so that N'Ïrk has an idea of where to take Gagk'Xannia for dinner.
After being satisfied with a heavy breakfast, Gagk'Xannia and Káth'Dria hold Dyll'Phá's arms, leading the righteous damsel to enter in various shops.
For his part, N'Ïrk simply watches from afar and pays for whatever the girls decide to acquire.
There is a certain charm in contemplating the trio smiling so much, enjoying themselves without any care for the rest of the world.
This is more notorious on Dyll'Phá, she is somewhat coy, rude or cold around N'Ïrk, truly clueless about how to interact with the young man.
Nevertheless, with the two tall ladies, the story is completely different. With them, Dyll'Phá is letting herself being carried away by the emotion and unbridled nature of both Half Tarzöns, whom encourage their new friend to try a wide array of clothes and accessories.
Including the use of light makeup. Which in the end, is shown to N'Ïrk in the form of a red lipstick that drags all the attention towards the damsel's little puffy mouth.
A physical characteristic that was not evident due to the even tone of her coral orange skin, and lips.
"N'Ïrk!. N'Ïrk!. Look how beautiful is Dyll'Phá with this cherry shade of red on her kissable lips!".
{Is Gagk'Xannia openly giving me permission to kiss Dyll'Phá?}
"The sight is tempting, My Lover. Perhaps i should ask her to compensate me, by becoming my personal training partner. So i can improve on how to give the best kisses to My Adorable Girlfriend".
Dyll'Phá blinks, the idea is terrifying, trying to step back, but Gagk'Xannia and Káth'Dria are holding her arms tightly, preventing the righteous damsel from going anywhere.
"You don't have to be so tense and concerned, Dyll'Phá". Murmurs Káth'Dria to the lady that is in the verge of having a panic attack.
"The Meat Mushroom is just messing with you. He abhors abusing others, even when sometimes he is way too upfront, or even oppressively demanding".
"That attitude doesn't scare you?". Dyll'Phá says with a light shaking voice accompanied with a tremble that courses through her entire silhouette.
"A little". Admits Káth'Dria. "But i am going to tell you an obvious fact about N'Ïrk Ignay'Thus. If anything he does is not of your liking. Say it, he listens and complies. But be aware of the consequences, because every «No» you say, and each boundary you put, is going to be respected, but it will become a limit that you can't lift with the same ease you stablish it"…