Selective Breeding | EDITING

Part 19

Deon sat in what has quickly became 'his spot' in Ruma's room. He noticed today she seemed a bit off, it was also the first day that he had noticed her on one of the electronic pads that he had seen a few people use in the past.

She looked extremely focused, from this side of the pad he couldn't see what she was working on though he was curious.

What brought more curiosity to his mind was the fact she wasn't sitting on him. Ever since he first allowed her to touch him, she got very clingy to his lap. Often lounging across it, or even sitting in it.

"Ruma." he said, seeing if he could grab her attention. She looked up at him, through her lashes, without moving her head.

This was a strange look on her, Deon tilted his head as he tried to figure out what he thought. It wasn't hard to figure out, he was finding himself rather enjoying this look from her.

Ruma made a hand signal, Deon looked at it trying to quickly recall it. Ruma gave it again this time slower. "What?"

"I was just curious what you were doing," he said, showing signs of boredom.

"Work" she kept her words simple. Then looked back down and continued again. Deon tilted his head this time to the other side.

"You have work? I didn't expect it. Your just so-"

She glanced up at him again, with the same stare as before. This time Deon felt weird so he quickly shut up. Ruma looked back down.

"What do you do?"

She glanced up at him again. Then looked to the side, placing the pad face down. She was mulling something over in her mind.

"You wouldn't want to know," she said, looking like she was shameful about something.

Deon crossed his arms, "Let me guess." he was silent as he took a breath, "You help- him- do things."

She justed nodded. Then picked up the pad again, Deon decided not to ask anything further. He felt twitchy now, his body started to hurt. As he remembered the events that took place, the liquid on his throat. He locked onto the bookshelf as he started to twitch and shake.

It was the soft touch of a hand on his arm that brought him out of his own mind. He looked up, and Ruma was standing next to him with concern in her face.

"I'm fine" he said waving her hand off, she put it back, and moved to look at him again even though he turned from her. "I said Im-"

Ruma wrapped herself over him, giving a weighted hug. He closed his eyes, and focused on breathing. It felt nice, though he couldn't quite be sure rather it was the physcial touch or the way she could mimic a weighted blanket across his shoulders.

"Thank you."

She nodded and stepped off and walked to face him. "Walk?"

Deon thought about it for a moment then nodded, "Yeah,"

Ruma grabbed her pad, and walked him out the two got out of the elevator and looked around. Deon was starting to clam up again, as he saw the one building just over the small incline the compound had.

Ruma grabbed his hand and forced him to walk with her the opposite direction. Before Deon could process he was freighten, he was already looking at part of the compound that he never looked at before.

For the most part, Ruma kept her head on the pad working, and walking. Though she would occasionally stop when it was obvious two leg walking was becoming frustrating to her and she shoved the pad away to walk on all fours for a while before going back up to two legs to continue working.

Deon lead the walking exploring around while releasing some energy from being kept up inside all day. Only occasionally would Ruma grabbed him and pull him another direction. Before releasing him and letting him head off again, while she followed behind, always just in arms reach.

He stopped just infront of two buildings that made what looked like a small alley. He had to pee and Ruma just pointed him to a tree. He shrugged and walked over.

While Deon was off doing his own business Ruma tapped away at the pad. She hadn't helpped Vassenhilo in a while and he was getting rather upset with her. So to stave of his anger, she was going through pictures of the next shipment, choosing which ones to nix prior to them arriving.

After she did that she was looking at the numbers of each Quad, and the sectors, seeing where thinnings were needed, and who she could move around without jeopardizing the genetic lines.

The one thing about Ruma that would fairly ring true, was while she was a mute she wasn't dumb. All of her taping had her preoccupied that she didn't think to keep and eye out for anyone coming up on her.

In fact she saw a message come through to Vassenhilo from another dark market asociate. Her brain stopped as she only caught the preview of the full message.

"Pup-" she whimpered, her face dropping quickly.

That was going she felt someone rush out from the shadows. She quickly looked up to be face to face it.

"Ah- Ruma what are you doing out here alone?" Joseph asked grabbing ahold of her arm. Ruma hissed and instinctively bit him for grabbing her.

"Fuck" he said, jumping back. Before he could move foward again, Deon had ran over to see what the commotion was about. "Ahh, your out here with that one." he said looking Deon up and down. "You know, he is very annoying when he screams in pain."

Ruma stepped in front of Deon, not even seeing herself as the possible victim in this situation. Her thoughts were focused on one thing, and one thing alone.

Protect her Brude Male.

Deon didn't like the situation. He placed his hand on her back. "Can we just go?" he whispered.

Ruma straightened up, and looked back at Deon. Then back at the Badger. She growled at him then went off with Deon guiding him back to the tower keeping an eye out to make sure no one was trying to follow them.