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Graffitti Free Zone

Who: Hayato and his class and anyone who decided to tag along for funsies
What: A TROPICAL GETAWAY
When: A WEEKEND IN JANUARY.
Where: Isle Delfino
Suggested Listening: NO ESCAPE.

Winter sucks, right? Hayato sure thought so. Well, he didn't hate it, but after a month of cold and dark he decided it was high time for a change. While he could have easily done the selfish thing and fled the city for the entirety of winter break, he liked to consider himself a more generous man than that. Surely his students would love the chance to get away from winter for a few days, too. And if any staff happened to stow away for the trip, well, that was their decision.

So, under the guise of having a swimming class while the school's outdoor pool was out of use, our hero whisked everyone away to lovely Isle Delfino. Once plagued by darkness and vandalism, the whole island had since been kept clean and bright and shiny and boasted a number of tourist attractions. With the only real requirement for the gym class being to get at least some swimming in, there would be plenty of time to explore everything else. Between abandoned eggs that hatch water-soluble yoshis, a giant mall, human pachinko, an amusement park, and the hotel with an abundance of ghost stories, there's bound to be something to do.

All in all, not a bad way to ease in to the new semester. The hardcore classes could start next week, he promised, before setting his class free.

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"Oohhh." Vivian hummed, letting that sink in. With her memories returned, she also recalls a bathhouse once upon a time. "Ah. Boys do, too."

SHE KNOWS.

Rock didn't want this conversation to go anywhere near this subject. He was still coming to terms with the reality of this subject himself, he didn't need to talk another humanoid robot through the topic of the birds and the bees.

"Y-y-yes, boys have parts that girls don't too," he said. "And that's why I'm wearing the trunks! And why you should wear something that covers YOUR parts!"

"Okay," Vivian finally agreed, plucking the button at the top and unzipping her jacket.

WHAT WAS SHE DOING.

"W-wait, you can't do that here!" he tried to protest.

But the deed was done, her jacket unzipped, slipping away from her torso and revealing very soft, clean, pure black fabric.

What the hell did you think was there

"Sorry?"

Oh. Rock sighed in relief, visibly relaxing. "N-never mind, it's nothing," he said to reassure her. "Don't worry about it."

Jacket slipped off her shoulders and draped over one arm, she stood with a skin-tight black shirt, sleeveless and definitely better than carrying the burden of the coat. However now the Sun was directly hitting her skin and it felt different, too!

"Will I... catch fire?" SWEATS.

"No, no you won't catch fire," he reassured her. "But your skin is pretty pale... You might need to put on sunscreen."

"You don't own any lighter clothes than that?" he asked.

Vivian shook her head. Taking a look around the beach, she did notice a lot of girls walking around in what looked like underwear. Huh. Wait!

"I have those," she said, pointing toward the nearest woman's bikini bottom. With that, she started to undo her skirt and let it loosen and drop. Panties.

White Panties.

"Okay. I am ready," she declared, standing there in her black top, white panties, and high boots. Sorry, Rock.

"W-WAIT!" Rock tried to call out.

It was too late.

Pantsu.

"P-PUT THAT BACK ON!" he tried to tell her, raising his hands to cover his eyes.

"Why?" She looked at him, staring right through his hands. "I'm covered?" WELL SHE WAS. AND HER PANTIES LOOKED JUST LIKE THEIR SWIMSUITS.

"W-well yeah, but... Look, it's complicated!" he replied. "Look, swimwear is designed to be water repellant or resistant," he tried to explain, although doing so killed him a bit inside. "And... panties like that are not only water absorbant, but white will turn... transparent if they get wet!"

PLEASE GET THAT, VIVIAN, FOR HIS SAKE...

"...You don't get it, do you?"

Smile.

"...No. You don't."

He sighed heavily. This was going nowhere fast. There was only one way he was getting out of this while still protecting Vivian from herself.

"...Look, put your skirt on, and we can go into town, and I can help you find a swimsuit, okay?" he offered. He really didn't want to do this, but she left him no choice.

"Okay." EASY ENOUGH. She pulled her skirt back on and fastened it, coat still held close and a big ol' smile still stretching from cheek to cheek. "Thank you, friend."

"It's all right," he reassured her, hands stuffed into his pockets. He hoped he could afford something for her, he thought, as he walked with her from the beach into town. "So, if you see something you like, let me know and you can try it on, okay?" he offered.

Vivian nodded and noised agreement, holding her hand out to him as they got closer to the busy parts. Hold hands. Don't get lost. Some little things she remembered from trips to the city. It made her nostalgic, but soon it started to feel bad, so she drifted back to the present.

"Can you swim?" She wondered.

Rock held on to Vivian's hand when it became clear she wanted to hold on to it. As he led her towards the stores that might stock swimsuits in her size.

"Yeah, I can swim," he said. "But I'm heavy enough in water that I naturally sink. Why?"

Vivian looked surprised, her fingers flexing in and out as she felt his hand. She wondered if he had a body like hers, suddenly realizing she wasn't really sure and was almost too shy to ask.

"I can't," she murmured.

"Oh... I'm sorry," he said. "Buoyancy problems, or do you just not know how?" he asked. He didn't presume to understand her construction, or assume it was identical to his.

"I just can't," she explained, thinking over old memories and adding, "But if my feet touch the floor, I can bounce forward." Yeah!

But that aside, they were on a mission, and in front of her?

A shop.

"Are those bathing suits? I like that one."

She said pointing to the red polka-dotted lace bra and panties in the window.

"I see... I'm sorry to hear that," he replied. Not all robots were created equally, after all. It didn't surprise him, but still. It was something she was missing out on.

Rock's gaze followed her pointing finger.

That was decidedly not a bathing suit. But it was pretty.

"N-no, that's not a bathing suit," he said nervously.

"Oh..." SHE LOOKED.... VERY, VERY DISAPPOINTED. "This is hard." How was she supposed to tell the difference?

Stare at him until he shows her, obviously. But she had to ask, "Oh! Can it be like when I take a bath?"

We must all be challenged

I never asked for this

We play robots. We practically do.

fucen

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I'm not letting my guard down around you

( ˘︹˘ ) I'm perfectly innocent

I KNOW YOU TOO WELL...

NO YOU DON'T. Okay you do.

YOU'RE NOT SORRY AT ALL.

I know.

I'll get you for this somehow

No

RGH

HEH

YOUUU

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