Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 51: Another thing?

Berry's house wasn't locked, so Clay could open the door. Then, give way so that the homeowner leads him to the kitchen.

"May I have supplies for us to eat." Berry's flat shoulders poked, then continued saying. "And hopefully it's still worth it."

"When was the last time you visited this place?"

"One week ago, I'd rather live in an apartment." Berry walked straight until arriving at a classic-style room. Some items look antique because they are age-consuming.

Clay observed the minimalist room, there was a door on the left side, he thought behind a bathroom. Like the kitchen, stove, one-door refrigerator and dishwasher complete the place. At the top of the device is a hanging closet.

"The instant noodles are there," Point Berry out while taking a pot from another cupboard.

"Oh, jeez!!!" pekik Clay, got hit by a fat black mammal. He jumped back, his hips hit the table and because of lack of balance his legs became sprained. "LUSTY!" Water inundates groups of eyes, unable to withstand the pain and embarrassment of falling over.

"Mirder, huss!" Berry kicked him out, but the hairy beast refused by meowing. "I'm sorry for this bad cat" Berry said.

Panther squirms around Berry's feet, the cat is not his pet. However, it often comes without being invited as it is today.

Berry's steps slightly tripped because it was twisted by the cat when it led to Clay's place, he finally crouched down and gave a helping hand. "Don't wake up if you're dizzy. Your head hit the floor hard."

"Yes, slightly. I hope there's no concussion" grumbled Clay inviting the dimpled man's laughter.

"Oh, very good response," added Clay, has not yet welcomed Berry's hand. He made sure he was no longer dizzy, took a breath and exhaled slowly.

After feeling better, Clay hooked the fingers in Berry's grasp. However, the pain jerks suddenly once it tries to stand up straight. "Aow, aow, my legs."

"Berry looked down, watching Clay's ankle. " Don't panic, everything's fine, okay." He carried the woman's arm around her shoulder, propping her up so she could walk slowly to a nearby chair.

Since there was no other choice, Clay was wedded to his husband's friend. "Thank you."

"Together, emm, can I check?" berry asked, it would be impolite to touch without consent.

Without seeing his interlocutor Clay replied with a question. "You're a masseur?"

"Please." Clay's voice sounded resigned and tormented.

Berry knelt in front of Clay, opening the flat-heeled shoe hook slowly. He observed the pained expression of his friend's wife. "It hurts a little, Miss, take a breath."

His ankle did not make a sound, but the pain caused by the. ah, Clay growled. His leg joints feel like they want to be dislodged.

"Oh, God, enough!" Clay's tears fell on his cheeks, he was screaming hysterically as soon as his ankle pulled Berry.

"Try slow motion" pinta Berry. He was still kneeling in front of Clay.

With narrowed eyes and teary eyes Clay wiggled his legs to the left-right. "Not bad, at least this leg is still in place."

"Sit for a while" Berry's pinta then took something from the drawer, a glass bottle filled with yellowish liquid was in his grasp. "It can reduce the pain."

Clay was shocked when Berry brought his legs up to his knees. "Don't be so tense, I'm just investing in oil" Berry said, giving a gentle massage of the injured area. "Where, good?"

"Yes, that's fine" Clay said.

"Me and the others usually change in this."

"This thing?" clay's Beo.

"Massaging, Robbin and I sometimes take turns" Berry said, a deadly smile on the corner of her lips.

Neither Clay nor Berry were aware of Robbin's presence, the woman's husband noticed the interaction of the two while leaning against the room's divider frame. Sturdy arms folded in front of his chest, his irises of brown eyes pierced sharply. Not turning a second away from his wife. "Did I miss something?"

Robbin's deep and heavy voice seemed to suck the blood out of Clay's face, her husband's tanned irises implying 'are you fooling around behind me?'

In the doorway Robbin locked a gaze to the two. His field chest expanded, then deflated along with a rough puff of breath.

Robbin's mood did not affect Berry, the sweet man was too relaxed when putting Clay's feet on the floor.