Nekopara fanfic

Chapter 30

I woke up with Vanilla sleeping soundly by my side. I grabbed my wedding band and stuck it on my finger. After breakfast, everyone came over to get ready for work except Vanilla, who was taking a vacation, in a sense. We decided not to do anything special, we just took some time to relax. Vanilla put on her normal clothes and headed downstairs with me. I sat down in my chair off in the corner of the room, and Vanilla sat in my lap. She had her ring on as well. I recognized one of the customers. It was the person who wanted to take a picture. I waved to him, and he walked over. "Hello." he said. "Hello again, Hehe," I said. "I see you two have rings, did you get married?" He asked. "Just yesterday actually." I said. "Shouldn't you be on your honeymoon then?" He asked. "We Hehe, as a bodyguard my job never really ends, that and we decided not to do anything very special, we're just taking some time to relax for a while." I said. "Okay then." He said. We continued chatting for a while, and he left about an hour later. Vanilla and I decided to take a walk around town for a while. We were walking when I noticed the blacksmith's shop. I pointed to the shop and told Vanilla that's where the blacksmith worked. I waved to the blacksmith, and he waved back. We were chatting while we walked, and a group of about 5 people walked up to us. "How much you think he's got in his pockets?" One said. "If I'm not mistaken you're going to mug us aren't you." I said. They pulled out switchblades. Vanilla stepped behind me. I laughed at them, and drew my sword. "Still want to try?" I said, taunting them. "If he's got a real sword, then he's certainly got some coin in his pockets." One of the muggers said. One of them tried to stab me in the neck, but I caught his wrist, the blade just inches from my neck. I squeezed his wrist, and it made a cracking sound as I crushed his arm. He dropped the blade and blacked out. "Anyone else?" I said. "I'll gut you!" said another. He tried to lunge at me, and I just held out my sword as he impaled himself. I pushed his body off my sword. The last three tried to jump me all at once. I drew my pistol and shot them. I wrote down a quick note. It read; "To whoever is in charge of this gang, next time think twice before trying to mug a veteran and his wife." I tucked the note in the pocket of the last surviving member of the gang and stuck my pistol back in its holster. I picked up my sword, cleaned it off, and slid it back in its sheath. Vanilla came out from behind me, and we continued on our walk. I came across a vendor selling animal pelts. "Hello." I said. "Would you like to browse our collection?" He said. "Sure." I replied. "All these pelts were acquired through legal and legitimate means." He said, pulling out some animal pelts. We picked out a pair of snow fox pelts. "Cash or Credit?" The vendor asked. "Cash." I said. The vendor turned white as a ghost and fell over. I went over to him and woke him up. "What? Why am I on the ground?" He asked. "You fainted when I offered to pay for something in cash." I said. I handed him the money and took the arctic fox pelts. I took the strap for my sword's sheath and shortened it to go around my waist, and then took the sword off the strap. I rolled the pelts around the sheath and used the straps to hold them in place, and I carried my sword in my right hand while Vanilla was holding my right hand. The sun was starting to set so we headed back home. When we got home I rummaged through my stuff looking for some leather. I remembered about my old trench coat and grabbed it. I got a wooden cutting board and lay the pelts out on the board. (They look like this.) 

( https://www.google.com/search?q=muff&safe=active&rlz=1C1CHBD_enUS721US721&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwi7pJ_vxIbRAhUG34MKHVjCAo4Q_AUICCgB&biw=1366&bih=613#q=Skyrim+fox+pelt&safe=active&tbm=isch&tbas=0&imgrc=UzH26ZxWdsZOSM%3A )

I washed and dried the pelt and it became a much brighter shade of white. I then cut off the head and the tail of the pelts, and measured the pelts up against my old trench coat I still had and I cut them to be the same size. I rummaged through some scrap materials and found a large zipper. I put it down with the pelts and my old trench coat, and grabbed a sewing needle and some sturdy white thread. Vanilla came over to see what I was doing. "I'm making you a muff." I said. 

(Muff; a tube made of fur or other warm material into which the hands are placed for warmth.)

I took one pelt and flipped it over. (It was laying fur side up, like the picture, now if it were still an animal it would be belly side up) and stuck the layer of leather on top of that, sewing them together lengthwise on one side. I took the zipper and sewed it on to the other side lengthwise. I then took the other pelt and set it on top of the layer of leather fur side up. (Like the picture) I sewed it to the leather. Now it was almost done, and one side of the muff could be unzipped to store some things, but it wasn't quite a muff yet. "Hey Vanilla can you cross your arms for a second?" I asked. I took the muff and lined up the width-wise side (The ends, where the head and tail were is the width-wise side. The sides of the actual animal, the long sides of the pelt are the lengthwise side.) with Vanilla's forearms, and rolled it up with her arms in it and carefully pinned it in place. She pulled her arms out, and I sewed it together where I had pinned it, and removed the pins, I grabbed a long string, and tied it through the muff so it became a strap that allowed it to hang down in front of her. "It's done." I said. "Thank you!" She said, giving me a kiss. She hung it up with her winter jacket, and sat back down. It was nearly winter in Japan, and it was starting to get cold again, so I thought I should make her something. I stretched, and decided to take a nap. I curled up on the floor where I could stretch out, and I fell asleep.