18581207 06:57:46

18581207 06:57:46

NH-N-2830

Cook heard her footsteps draw closer as he stood over the stove and tended to the eggs and coffee, but he decided to not approach her and greet her as normal now. Instead, he held his position and waited for her to enter the room. His intent was to remain silent and still, but the act of wearing the suit still caused him to be sensitive to itches as his body told him were required. It was with his hand underneath his crotch and wiggling upwards to scratch at the skin between his thighs that Gloria walked into the kitchen. Her eyes were still heavy with the feeling of slumber, and her deliberate gait towards the dining table came to an abrupt end as she looked him over.
"So this is it? You wasn't lyin how it looks bad, mhm."
"Don't I know it. Forget how I look, something in this fabric makes my skin crawl too. I keep wanting to scratch all over my body. This is torture."
"I can see that babe. So why you wearin in now anyway? You gotta change out of it before you go - at least, I would think you would."
"Oh, I will, yeah I will. No, see, I guess we were all acting childish on the floor there when we first came out in these things, I mean I guess that's how our faces looked. Like a child who doesn't want to pose for a painting because of the clothes he's wearing." After saying this, Cook held the frying pan over a plate to let the eggs collect on the dish, then poured some of the coffee from the pot into a mug. He quickly brought both over to her and placed it in front of her on the table by standing behind and wrapping his arms around.
"So what?" Gloria asked this with a visible sneer after gingerly sipping at the edge of the coffee cup. Cook returned to the stove and cracked a pair of eggs into the frying pan before promptly stirring them while they cooked.
"Well one of the things he said is that maybe we should try wearing these suits outside of the lesson time, so that we got used to wearing them around and felt more comfortable in them. Makes sense to me, so I thought I'd try it once at least."
"Huh, the way you talked of him last night I'm surprised that you are."
"Hah yeah, well." Cook took his own breakfast over to the table and sat across from Gloria before continuing. "He may be strange, even for a Frenchman, but I'll be damned if I ain't seen anyone be quicker in making a sword move where he wants it to go. Seriously, a whole hour and none of us could touch him once."
"Mhm." She wouldn't have said more than this in response even if her mouth wasn't full of eggs at the moment. He took the chance to scoop a mouthful of his own eggs from the plate, and then abruptly dropped the fork in order ot twist his body to the side so that he could try to reach his fingertips to his back and scratch at the suit more.
"Argh, curse this thing!"
"They couldn't have made it in black even? It's gotta be white? Didn't he know where he was comin and who he was trainin? I mean-" By this point, Gloria couldn't restrain herself anymore and started to laugh increasingly louder. "I mean, you look like a damn fool in that suit!"
"I know, I know." He nodded with a smile and knew that she wasn't intending to be insulting, but he still felt slightly resentful for her laughter at him. "At least I won't be out on the street in this get up."