“Baby, this means that you are not yet trusted with such serious things,” Curly said knowingly, whose company came closer again.
– What do you mean by this, essher? – asked Zikki.
“I want to say that they opaquely hinted to you that your place… is not here,” Harvey smiled.
– And where? – the firewoman asked insinuatingly, unexpectedly gracefully stepping towards him.
I wanted to stop her, but Ada held me back.
– Don't interfere. Let her figure it out herself,” the northern woman whispered.
Having looked around picturesquely, Harvey, in turn, came closer and, putting his arm around Zikki’s shoulders in a familiar manner, said in an intimate tone:
– Your place is somewhere between the bedroom and the kitchen, eshsheri. It suits you best.
I didn’t even understand how it all happened. Here they are standing in an embrace, and to be honest, I’m perplexed why Zikki, with her character, allows this? And the next moment again! And I understood everything!
I don’t know if Curly understood anything, but, lying on the floor with his hand behind his back, he alternately yelled and swore, demanding to be let go immediately. Zikki sat on top and said something quietly. I suspect that she promised to tear off this very hand and insert it into some indecent place. Ognevichka did not study in boarding schools, and freedom of expression of thoughts in her had not yet been brought into the system of decency.
Having come to their senses, Curly’s comrades rushed to help, but a wall of fire that flared up right in front of their noses cooled the ardor. But for some reason I didn’t like the expression on their faces. It was somehow suspiciously pleased. As if something like this was expected.
– Zikki, no! – Lisel screamed, but it was too late.
The alarm sounded. Zikkaera, her defeated opponent, as well as two guys rushing to his aid, froze in the positions in which they were caught. Their figures were shrouded in a shimmering veil, and all they could do was breathe and blink.
– What's going on here? – Dean Krieger’s voice came from the stairs.
“Eshsheri dean, this crazy woman attacked me!” – Harvey blurted out. “I think she even broke my arm!”
– And she also used combat magic in the wrong place! – one of his friends complained.
– What a bat! – Ada hissed.