Dreamer in the Apocalypse

007 – The One with the Other Protagonist (Part 2/4)

When Cabear’s next jab came he cushioned it with the soft pillow.

“Four days Dreamer!” Cabear shouted in annoyance, “Fours days in a row, after you promised me that you wouldn’t disturb be me for our last night here,” Cabear continued without letting up with his hooks, each one meant to send Dalis into a daylong sleep.

“My bad,” Dalis gave him a sheepish grin, after all the fun he had he couldn’t bring himself to feel too bad about disturbing Cabear.

“This isn’t a joke Dreamer, we get deployed to the other side today,” he complained, his fists finally started to slow down.

“Well you just made my point,” Dalis replied “We leave today, we’ll be lucky if we can see each-other again in 5 years, but for all we know we could die on the other side,” he said trying to rationalise his actions.

“I know I said that we wouldn’t do anything on our last night, but Marcela and I got to talking and you know how it goes, one thing led to another and we decided to make every moment count,” Dalis explained with a shrug as Cabear’s fists finally stopped raining down on him.

“Also, and I can’t stress this enough, we can’t have sex on the other side,” Dalis said giving voice to a complaint.

“That means that at the very least I’m going to go through a five-year dry spell, maybe a decade if I’m unlucky,” he said with a hint of unwillingness.

Cabear sighed and turned around, “Yeah, I wonder if that restriction can even stop you,” he muttered with a slight smile breaking out on his grumpy face.

“Since that time, you turned our food rations for a month into an explosive, I’ve stopped ruling out the impossible with you,” he said as he reach the little kitchen area.

“That was just physics and chemistry,” Dalis murmured, “I don’t think the Records can be cheated so easily,” he said with a sigh.

“But if there’s a way I’ll definitely find it,” he said with eyes burning with fervour, there was no way he would allow himself to be restrained.

He inched towards the little tabletop and took a seat as Cabear pulled out three bowls and filled them with water.

Cabear shook his head lightly and chuckled, “You’ll probably be the first person to cheat the Records, a pity that it will be just so you can get laid,” he laughed.

“You’ll just have to hope that none of those girls on the other side catch on to what a womaniser you are, or they may just cut something off,” he said flashing Dalis an evil grin.

Dalis swallowed hard as his left eye twitched and his entire head jerked slightly to the left, “I’ll spank their asses as they come,” he said though his horrified expression betrayed his spunky words.

“Dammit,” Dalis cursed softly and messaged his neck, what just come out of his mouth wasn’t really him, it was just a tick, annoying little involuntary actions his stupid brain forced him to do.

He could control it most of the time, but if he was excited like when he was with Marcela earlier or when he felt slightly anxious they would flare up.

“Don’t say crap like that,” he said to Cabear, after that little episode he already felt his mood becoming irritable.

Cabear only chuckled with a twinkle in his eye, “I couldn’t help but overhear you earlier,” he said while tapping his chin, “What was it you said, ‘Fuck me like a lil…’,”

“Congratulation’s!” Dalis burst out and applauded with feigned enthusiasm, “You finally got another one of those damn phrases to stick,” he said with a glum expression.

Ever since he started bringing girls over, not that there were many, and disturbing Cabear’s sleep on frequent intervals, Cabear had started saying these embarrassing phrases that no man would ever want a girl to hear.

And due to Dalis’s little problem, some of them would stick to his brain like they were glued on.

Which resulted in nervous tics, when he was excited or nervous etc., his ticks varied from little muscles spasms to vocal tics and often the tics that came were nothing that anyone wanted to say.

Some time’s he’d hit on a girl with his charming smile, then he’d suddenly start cussing her out.

The phrase ‘Fuck me like a lil bitch’, was one of Cabear’s latest concoctions, he told Dalis that if he insisted on ruining his sleep, then he would use Dalis’s tics to mess up his womanising ways.

Most tics would stick for short periods before disappearing, but Dalis had a horrible feeling that, that particular one was going to stick like one’s reflection a reflection in a mirror, there was simply no getting rid of it.

Cabear pulled up two bags the words, ‘POWDER MILK’ and ‘PORRIDGE’ etched across the bags and he slowly emptied out all the remaining contents into the three bowls.

The bathroom door snapped open and Marcela came strutting in her naked glory, causing Dalis to gap with wide eye’s, his left eye twitched, “Gotta get em,” he murmured in a daze as he looked at her perfect bouncing breasts.

“Ahhh,” Marcela however shrieked almost immediately and darted back into the bathroom after she saw Cabear in the room.

She hid behind the door and peeked her head out, “I thought you left,” she said with her cheeks reddening as she looked at Cabear.

“Your surprise baffle’s me,” Cabear replied rolling his eyes, “This is my room too you know, of course I was going to return,” he said as he continued to make their meals.

Marcela blushed and looked at Dalis, “Dreamer could you pass me my uniform?” she asked a still and unmoving Dalis.

Cabear looked at Dalis and sighed softly, “Well he’s out of the building,” he muttered before walking over to the bunk and tossing Marcela her uniform.

When the door slammed shut Cabear snapped his fingers in Dalis’s face, “Hey Dreamer, you can pick up your jaw she’s gone now,” he said shaking his head.

“Gotta get em,” Dalis murmured again and tilted his head to look at Cabear.

Cabear sighed, “I swear you’ve slept with her at least a hundred times, it’s nothing haven’t seen… or played with before,” he added with a brief tilt of his head.

Dalis shook his head and gave his friend a strange look, “My dear friend,” he said and almost immediately Cabear rolled his eyes, like he’d heard what was coming a thousand times before.

“Sometimes I do question your orientation, the real question is how are you able to stay so calm in the face such beauty,” he began.

“Oh, here we go again,” Cabear muttered as he rolled his eyes.

“Marcela is an ivory skinned goddess of beauty, and such beauty deserves to be wo…” he started to give a passionate speech.

“Yes, yes, I know I’ve heard your indoctrination speech for your worship of beauty more times than is necessary,” Cabear cut him off with an exasperated sigh.

Dalis paused and looked at Cabear glumly, “Hedonistic disbeliever,” he grumbled and grabbed the bowl with most food in it and started to spoon it into his mouth.

Cabear sighed, “How many times did your nurse’s drop you on your head?” he asked with a surprising amount of concern.

Dalis merely shrugged giving him an, ‘I don’t know,’ look and continued to eat his meal