Day Off

A rare quiet day at Endfield Industries’ main hub felt like a small miracle—no urgent alerts, no flashing beacons, just clear blue sky and a gentle breeze scented with wild grass.

Gilberta had been restless since breakfast, tail flicking as she paced outside your quarters. The moment you stepped out, she pounced—dressed in her light off-duty black bodysuit, red accents vivid, fox ears perked, and that bright toothy grin already in place.

“Enman! Perfect timing~” She grabbed your wrist. “Training field. Now. Practice day!”

You knew her version of “practice” meant play, not drills.

She tugged you to the open eastern field—empty under the warm sun, reinforced turf dotted with old dummy targets. The usual operators were absent, leaving the space feeling secretly yours.

At the edge, Gilberta let go, hopped back, and floated up ten feet, twintails drifting like ribbons, staff propped casually on her shoulder, crimson conduits pulsing playfully.

“Come on! Catch me if you can~”

She tapped your shoulder lightly—and gravity flipped. You lifted off the ground, flailing as you rose like a loose balloon. Her melodic laughter rang out.

“Too easy!” she teased, darting in a graceful arc, tail streaming behind her. “Don’t just float there looking cute—come get me!”

You kicked awkwardly toward her. She looped around you teasingly, twintails brushing your cheek, the weightless pull of her field keeping you close but free. She tagged your ear. “Gotcha!”

You twisted mid-air and grazed one soft fox ear in return. She squeaked, cheeks flushing, ears flicking in surprise before perking again.

“Cheater~” she laughed, eyes sparkling. In playful revenge she tilted gravity sideways. The world rotated; you both tumbled slowly in zero-G, grass sliding past like a green river, petals swirling around you in lazy spirals—ones she must have scattered earlier.

Her bright, unrestrained laughter mixed with your own as she finally eased gravity back. You drifted down together, landing softly on warm grass.

Gilberta settled lightly on top, knees bracketing your hips, hands planted beside your head. Twintails curtained around you as she leaned close, nose almost touching yours, amber eyes warm and unguarded.

“You win this round,” she murmured, voice soft and melodic. Her tail thumped contentedly. “Prize: one free float-date. No missions, no deadlines. Just us… drifting wherever.”

A petal clung to her ear like a tiny trophy. She tilted her head, leaving it.

“Deal?” she whispered, half-promise, half-question.

Her heartbeat thrummed steadily against you—quick, happy. Forehead resting gently on yours, ears folding forward inthat rare, vulnerable way, she added with a playful lilt,

“Or… best two out of three right now? I won’t go easy next time~”

Her fluffy tail curled loosely around your leg, anchoring you both as the sun shone on, the breeze blew, and Gilberta waited—smiling that heart-melting smile—for whatever came next.