Chapter 140: Breakfast
Breakfast was quickly brought to Summer and Parc, the waitress laying down two plates both filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, tomatoes and a few slices of toast on the side along with a jug of water and a few cups prepped for when the others came down.
Parc was slow to eating, lifting his knife and fork he svered a small chunk of sausage, collected a bit of eggs and lightly dipped it into the ketchup he'd poured onto the plate and brought it to his lips. Slowly, meticulously chewing the food into a pulp before swallowing the delectable breakfast down. Summer on the other hand, she was more ravenous and tore into her plate with a fury, barely using her fork as she opted to use her hands to tear apart the meats and place them into her mouth. Euphorically moaning with each mouthful, she took.
Snorting as he watched this, Parc remained silent and simply continued to slowly eat while he enjoyed the gluttonous sight of the woman before him.
Feeling his amused gaze upon her, Summer lifted her euphorical eyes to Parc, a slight tilt to her head with her fingers pushing the last bit of toast and tomatoes into her gullet. She remained silent, observing as Parc held his fork, bringing the prongs with another slice of food on it to his mouth, making sure she could see his example.
Curious, Summer pulled her hand out of her mouth and looked down to the table eventually spotting her own sets of cutlery but not understanding what they were until she looked to her grease stained digits. When she saw them, her cheeks sparked to red, her time on the island having taken more than just weight, but her table manners as well.
"Oh my god," she whined and buried her head into her greased-up hands. "Sorry, I forgot forks were a thing for a moment there," though her words came out calmly, the slight tremble of awkwardness ever more apparent for Parc.
"Don't stop on my account. It's actually quite adorable knowing a woman like you has such a gluttonous side," he threw her a teasing wink.
"I am not gluttonous!" She spat, quite literally as a small bit of egg was sent careening from her mouth, flying over both hers and Parc's plats and onto his cheek. The bright yellow grain sized bit of egg blatant against his pale skin.
Quirking an amused eyebrow at the woman a sharp, toothy smirk came to Parc's lips. Wiping away the egg with his thumb, he said turning his thumb to her to let her see it, "you were saying?"
"That, uh, that wasn't me?" she tried her utmost to keep her skin its unhealthy pallor and not to do its usual hue shifting.
Parc's head bobbed thoroughly unconvinced, pulling his hand back he took his thumb to his mouth and licked away not Summer's eggs before returning to his own meal, not putting much mind to it. Summer though, she put plenty of mind to the act, it was such a small thing but at the same time it was something so big. Almost like a gross, secondhand kiss.
Before she could let her mind wander further than the thought of her and Parc with their lips just millimetres away from touching, she shook her head, wiped her hands down on a serviette and grabbed her utensils. Having to get used to the feeling and relearn how to hold them properly.
When their food was eventually finished, Parc took his water glass and downed it halfway. A satisfied sigh escaping him though not as loud as Summer's almost sexual moaning noise. Something he was taking abundant pleasure in hearing and something that drew the drunken gazes of the many, many men around them.
Leaning into her chair Summer patted her full belly which Parc could just imagine having bulged up from how much she gorged herself on her two refills.
"How was that?" Parc questioned.
"Like I just had sex for the first tim-" Her voice faltered into a squeak. "It, it was really good. Yeah, really good," it was exceedingly apparent how much Summer was wanting to bury her head in the ear and let the worms eat her from how much she was fubbing.
"I know how that feels," he chuckled. Not like he could basically have sex every single night and feel that very pleasure whenever he wanted to if he didn't actually enjoy having peaceful nights every now and then.
Letting the silence go between them, Summer spoke, "shouldn't you be keeping an eye on Carmine?" she finally seemed to realize that the person watching over the captured criminal was sitting here before her and not upstairs with said criminal.
"Probably," he stretched his arms over his head, cracking his shoulders and elbows. "Not like I'm intending on keeping her captive."
Summer's voice turned sharp alongside her eyes and leaned onto the table, "you can't be serious? She kidnapped all those people! And that man! We should have locked them up the moment we got here actually!" she was so out of it yesterday she didn't even process the fact they had arrived on the main land with two of the villains from the island.
"We could have, or we could make use of them," Parc responded as he sipped from his glass. "I've already got Bertilak on my payroll, Carmine though, she won't be a problem. That much I can assure."
"You what!?" She blurted and octave high enough that Parc was sent reeling, nearly as loud as Lili last night.
"I just told you, they're going to be working for me now."
"No, I heard that, but what!? Why would you do that? How would you do that? Can you even trust them? They're criminals! Capital, CRI-MI-NALS!"
Parc nodded, "yeah, sounds about right. But useful criminals, criminals inside an organization vying to overthrow the Vacuan government." Were everyone in the building not drunk off their rockers Parc may have been scarcer with his words. But they weren't so he wasn't. "And now I have eyes on the inside of said organization."
"Still, you can't just go around hiring criminals, we should take them to the police. Have them go through the court system and be punished for what they did to those people."
"Summer."
"Yes?"
"No." he said.
"Why not?" She questioned back.
"Because it makes things more blatant and difficult. Say Carmine gets arrested and the news learns about what she did, she loses her hunters license and hey, she 'escapes' prison and returns to her leaders as a highly skilled grunt who can't even show her face in public anymore. Now Carmine isn't in as deep as she was and can no longer keep an eye on crucial information. And let's say it was only Carmine who was arrested but Bertilak wasn't. He's under my payroll, and likely to stay under it for a good while," especially considering he had hundreds of bars of platinum in his pocket, "Carmine's arrest and subsequent 'escape' would put doubt on Bertilak himself, introducing another issue of, 'do the leaders still trust him?' How would that affect his position in the organization? Not well I expect. Therefore, both go free, inform their leaders about the shamble horde that destroyed the mine, killing all of their operatives-"
"That you killed," she corrected.
"That the Shamblers killed, Summer. The leaders don't need to know about mine, yours or Ferry's existence. They don't need to know all of their people were murdered by a single man who could very well threaten the very existence of the organization."
She still looked conflicted, though thoroughly concerned about the proposition of letting criminals go free, especially after everything they did to those people. Those dead people, the thought of the shamblers devouring their corpses still fresh in her mind as a horrible reminder of her escape from her ocean logged prison. "I don't like that Parc. What if they betray you?"
"Bertilak I doubt it, he's money motivated and with what I can offer him he won't be doing much to go against me. Carmine on the other hand…" Parc trailed off, his mind wandering to the begging pleas of orgasm the woman was making just that previous night at which a smug shift overtook his expression, "like I said, she won't be an issue."
Still not completely convinced, Summer was about to retort when she was interrupted by the appearance of the Kurome and Lili, Lili in set of clothing two sizes to big for her and much too pink, the chest looking a little tight on the big breasted munchkin. Ferry was just behind them dressed in her usual rag tag attire, the fading blush of her own night on her skin.
"Good morning girls, you all sleep well?" he asked them and waved to the waitress with three fingers up, getting a nod from her as she went to the kitchen to get the other three breakfasts she had been waiting to tell the chef to finish off and send through.
"Mhm, the bed was comfty. Though lonely without master holding me."
"Master?" Two voices resounded, those of Summer and Lili each turning their heads to Kurome and then to Parc with narrowed, questioning looks.
"I'll be sure to fix that for you soon enough." He said ignoring those two looks. Knowing he'd have to be explaining a few things to those two.
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