“Chuckle chickie, Master,” said Kit. Riju had repeated it about twenty times at dinner the evening before even though Trig had looked ready to rip his hair out.
“Chuckle chickie, chuckle chickie, chuckle chickie-”
Trig walked back in. “What in Elira’s name are you two doing?”
“He remembers the words I like.” Riju pulled his feet up into the seat of the chair and leaned on the armrest.
Trig peered at Kit. "You like repeating stuff like that too?"
"It’s fun, Master."
“Why?” Trig raised his eyebrows.
Kit shrugged. “They sound nice, Master.”
"Hell yeah.” Riju snorted. “Thirty, thirty, thirty.”
Trig kissed the top of Riju’s head as he walked by. “You don’t have to say it a bunch of times.”
“But I like thirty too.”
“That’s the number of lashes Kit’s going to get if he does get back over here and wipe off this fingerprint.” Trig pointed at the case of glass phalluses. “You need to pay more attention.”
Kit hurried over to clean it. After he finished, Trig took off the nipple clamps and told him to remove the plug and clean himself. Once Trig left to go somewhere, Kit sat by Riju who said he could relax. No customers had come, and Kit hoped the shop would be empty for the rest of the afternoon so Riju didn’t have to see anyone.
“Chuckle chickie,” said Kit.
“Thirty.”
“Squishy. I like that one a lot.”
Riju made his doll dance on the edge of the counter. “Squishy chuckle chickie.”
“Ew! You can’t make it squishy.”
“What about squishy kit?” Riju leaned over to tightly hug him.
Kit giggled. “Squish me harder.”
Riju did so and kissed his cheek. “I love squishing you.”
“I love being squished by you.” Kit kissed his cheek too and suddenly remembered a question he kept forgetting. “Why do you wear spectacles?”
“So I can see properly.”
“I mean, what do you see without them?”
“Oh. Closer stuff is blurry.”
“Can you read without them?”
“If the words are big enough, I can. It’s hard, and I'll end up getting a headache.”
“Is it annoying to have to wear them?” asked Kit. “Do they feel bad?”
“No. I got used to them pretty fast. Not having to constantly squint helped.” Riju took off his spectacles. “Here, put them on.”
Kit carefully hooked them over his ears. Everything went blurry, and he held his hands in front of his face. “Is this what you see without them?”
