In the park after lunch, Shark was still groping his apparently very large chest. Sinbad watched him do so while the others strolled around.
“Is my chest really that big, Sinbad?” His voice sounded sad, and upset. Then he raised his arms above his head to display his chest to his fiance better.
Sinbad just shrugged. “So what if it is? More of you to love.” He then leaned over and buried his face lovingly in between it. “I love grabbing me some muscle-titties.”
He then wrapped his arms around Shark’s torso, hugging him and cuddling up to his warmth. This got Shark to blush profusely.
“Please, Sinbad! We’re in public, and I think our relatives can see us!” Looking over at the bench the others now sat at, Shark’s fears seemed to be unfounded.
Marc was kneeling in front of a seated Dennis and Blaise, as he sketched them. Harwood sat next to him with his legs crossed. None of them seemed too worried about what was happening near them.
Sinbad pulled away from Shark anyway, and smoothed his shirt back down. “Right, sorry. I got kind of carried away there. I smother myself in those later?”
Nodding, Shark took Sinbad’s hands into his own. “You can smother yourself in them later.”
The eyes that looked at Sagebear through the crack in the door were scared, and bespectacled. When he saw that she wasn’t a threat, he opened the door wider and came out to greet her.
“Oh, it’s a doggy!” The lanky young man that walked out sounded tired, almost frail. “Hi, doggy. What brought you here?”
Sagebear just wagged her tail, and tried to sniff his hand when he offered it to her. Much to her surprise and dismay, he gave off a smell that didn’t seem right.
“I’m sorry,” the young man said as he passed into the living room with her. “I’ve not really had visitors in a while. So sorry if the place is looking run-down.”
He patted the couch cushion for her, and let her hop up on it. Sagebear made herself comfortable as she watched him walk into the kitchen.
She then saw the same blond man from earlier, standing outside in front of the window.
When Harwood turned to look over at Sinbad and Shark being lovey-dovey, he then tapped Marc on the shoulder. He did make sure the sketching of Blaise and Dennis was almost done before he did.
“Hey, I think those two may want privacy,” he said while gesturing to the other two. “Saying that gave me an idea.”
Well, don’t ya keep it to yerself! What’s yer idea?” Blaise asked him while getting up and patting Dennis on the back.
Harwood made to look like he was deep in thought, before saying something. “I think there’s a hotel room I’ve been meaning to see in this town, and-”
But given how Marc’s reaction slowly degenerated, it was clear what place he wanted to go to. He kept quiet, though, as the others stood up and passed Shark and Sinbad.
“We’ll be back soon, boy!” Dennis told his son. “Apparently we’re gonna go see the place where Mister Brandt was made!”
They left before Shark or Sinbad gave a response.