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The landing strip was quite busy for it being quite late in the evening. Normally, most of the pilots in the guild were either having dinner, or resting up for their early start the next day. The only two out flying were the two most devout members of the guild, Marc, the 16 year old pilot, most famous for bringing justice to some traitors within it, and Peat, a somewhat rival to her, the 20 year old who, really should calm his own ego. Both pilots are usually seen together, spreading rumours about them, spoken between other members. The Red Barrel was first to land, the little aviator piloting the flying machine slowing the aircraft to a halt before stepping out of it carefully and taking off her helmet, shaking her head side to side to sort out her hair. The second landing right after, was the Blue Crow, the pilot in the cockpit seeming a little annoyed, jumping out as soon as it stopped.
"How in the heck did you learn to fly that fast, Red Barrel?" The disgruntled Peat asked in slight confusion, but more so annoyance. Marc couldn't help but smile with her own pride.
"I learned it from you, Blue Crow!" She slightly giggled. "Maybe I could be a possible candidate for a flying race." Peat sighed and poked her cheek.
"You wish. Air races ain't a joke ya know?" He put a hand on his hip. "Besides, we're gunners, we have a serious reputation to keep up." Marc gave a pout, but with a slight grin attached to it.
"Worried that I might be able to win and be known as the youngest fast flyer, are you Blue Crow~?" Such a snarky comment brought up the arrogance Peat had.
"N-No! Not at all! Such a title is worthless to me." Peat looked away, with Marc still grinning smugly.
With enough time, Marc took a long breath in, and a long breath out. "It's so warm today, flying so close to the sun is making me feel..." Peat looked over at her and understood.
"Sweaty? Yeah, I feel ya on that. Doesn't help we both have warm clothes on, since it can get pretty damn cold in the sky." He huffed out and stretched out his arms. "I guess we should take a shower before anything else."
"Yeah, good idea." The young aviator started to walk ahead, with Peat keeping up with her slow, dainty strides. Along the way, Peat was looking quite intensely at Marc, as she pulled at the collar of her sweater to get some air under it. Peat's face burned slightly, catching a glimpse of Marc's bra.
'Oioioi! What are you doing, Red Barrel?!' Peat voiced internally. Sure, he's used to the odd behaviour of his fellow pilot, but since when did Marc get so laid back with him around? Marc didn't even seem to be aware of what she was doing in front of him. Peat continued to watch Marc. Ever since Marc took down the traitors within the Guild and their Flying Castle, he got a lot more respect for her capabilities. That and something about a girl that can fly a plane and kick some pirate booty with weaponry was rather captivating to him. Her cute peppiness and calm exterior compared to how good she was in a dogfight, was quite a spectacle he couldn't wrap his head around. In all honesty, he knew he got hot under the collar thinking about her sometimes, not that he knows why. Eventually, they arrived at the hallway to the showers, stopping at the door to the Men's showers.
"Hehh? What's that note on the door?" Peat put a hand on his hip. Marc stepped closer to the door to read it.
"'The men's showers have been locked due to something wrong with the pipes. All male personnel should use the shower in their bunk. Do not use the-"
"For god sake!" Peat yelled in frustration. "First my shower breaks, and now the whole men's locker room has busted showers!?" Marc frowned a little.
"That's quite unlucky Blue Crow... S-Sorry." She apologised, leaving Peat to sigh.
"Oi, it's not even remotely your fault at all. It's The Guild's, we ain't doing so hot on money since the attack." Peat looked to the side with a huff. "Still sucks... I can't shower until either of those are fixed..."
"I-I would offer my bunk's shower, but mine are the same..." Marc sighed.
"I see... that's quite crappy."
The pair awkwardly stood around, Marc fidgeting with her hands.
"U-Uhm... We could... use the female showers together..." She spoke with some slight nervousness in her voice. Peat blinked and stared at Marc.
"Eh? Doesn't the sign say not to...?" He's mostly not believing what he just heard, that and Marc willing to go against a rule.
"W-Well we both can't just stay sweaty! It's unfair..." Marc tapped her index fingers together. "B-Besides, I think we're close enough to at least shower together..."
"What do you think this is, a high school?" Peat interjected, yet, he relented. "Alright fine, I-I guess we can shower together. Just because we can't just not shower, okay?" Marc beamed at this.
"Yatta! Well, let's go!" Marc had a pep in her step, dragging Peat along by the hand to the door further door, with Peat making a surprised noise at being dragged like that by his frenemy. With happy energy, Marc dragged Peat into the girl's locker room. Peat being quite surprised.
"Hey, it's like the guy's one... I expected lots of pink and stuff." He commented, stepping around just to look around. "I ain't ever been here before."
"Not even to peek in on the ladies~?" Marc put her hand to her lips, with a smirk. Peat squeaked and shook his head.
"H-Hell no! I ain't like that! Plus, the girls here are kinda nuts. And I ain't gonna give a reason for White Cross to kick my ass." Peat looked away. Marc hummed quietly to herself and started undressing while Peat wasn't looking, stopping at her undergarments.
"Are you sure Blue Crow, you're not interested at peeking at the older and prettier women~?" She continued to tease, Peat still not acknowledging any of it.
"No. Not interested in them." Peat spoke the truth. Marc hummed to herself again.
"Are you going to keep being all huffy or are you going to undress and shower?" Marc asked, getting Peat to look at her direction.
"Yeah I should probably- Gwah!?" Peat got interrupted by a rather smug and half-undressed Marc, the little aviator undressed to her bra and panties, arm under her developing yet under-average bust. His face went as bright red as the Red Barrel itself. Marc giggled to herself a little.
"Something caught your eye, Blue Crow~?" She teased, turning to the side to show off something she had quite a bit of. Due to frequent tea meet-ups with Fernet, that meant she had cake quite often. Said cake being the means of Marc having a bit of a cake herself. It wasn't much, but it was more pronounced than her small cups, having depth to them and curvature. This didn't help the flustering male aviator. Marc noticed his embarrassment and gave a bit of a wiggle to her rear.
"Are you not interested in the other female pilots because you prefer a younger girl? Is that it~?" She continued to tease, Peat's embarrassment coming to a boiling point.
"R-RED BARREL THAT'S ENOUGH!" Peat yelled, with Marc only squeaking and laughing.
"S-Sorry, sorry! You're just so fun to mess with sometimes!" She beamed, with Peat taking a long breath out.
"I don't even a comment to any of that..." Peat mumbled. "J-Just go shower already! I'll wait until you're out." Marc gave a salute and took off her undergarments, deciding to give Peat a break from her teasing.
"Okay~!" She giggled and went to the shower room, leaving Peat to just, sit at the bench. He put his hands on his face and groaned.
"That god damn girl... Am I that easy to toy with...?!" He complained. He sat there for a moment until he felt a discomfort down under. "...Am I...?" He asked himself before blushing red again. "...God... damnit Red Barrel..."
"O-Oh my god, I really flaunted in front of Blue Crow...!" Marc herself was as red as her own plane. "That was so shameless of me...!" She covered her face in shame. "B-But... he was quite cute with how he reacted..."