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Being the studious type, Tighnari isn’t one to take breaks when he should.
It goes against his own rules he’d set for the other Forest Rangers to follow.
‘Remember to take breaks to stretch and rest the mind’, he had instructed firmly.
And nobody breaks Master Tighnari’s rules lest they fall to one of his stern lectures.
Well, except Master Tighnari, who has bent his rule by simply ignoring it.
In addition, nobody is allowed into his room without his permission unless it is an emergency, or Collei.
I’ll just finish my report on the population fluctuations of fungi to the west of Gandharva Ville, Tighnari tells himself. Then I can go to the bathroom…
Yet it’s difficult to concentrate with that abdominal discomfort. His bladder is so full after these hours of writing that his consistent knee bouncing, which had provided some relief for a while, is now detrimental to him.
He lifts one leg over the other in hopes the new position will help, and exhales against the end of his quill before continuing to write.
His legs swap over every few minutes until Tighnari reaches down with his free hand to grip his crotch and massage himself a bit.
It feels… good.
The quill is laid down on the desk, as well as Tighnari’s forehead. He can’t hold it anymore…
The spurt of piss is felt against his palm, the fabric temporarily warming.
There’s a sharp breath out.
Just a lapse in concentration. He reassures himself.
But now that he’s felt what it’ll be like to relieve himself at last, he needs more.
It’s too much to hold now.
Looking around, Tighnari reaches for the first vase he sees, and barely manages to expose himself before the floodgates fully open.
Small moans of relief flitter out of him as the vase quickly fills, and fills—
“Master Tighnari! I finished the grammar homework you set.. me…”
The door swings open and an excited Collei flies into the hut, though only until she registers the scene in front of her.
The vase is released from Tighnari’s hands in shock, shattering as a result, making its hot contents spread out across the floorboards. Tighnari panics, leaping from his seat. He cups his crotch, mortified, and liquid continues to flow between his gloved fingers.
“Collei—!”
“Um..!! Bye!!!”
The girl nearly falls over when fleeing the room. She slams the door behind her, and unintentionally abandons her worksheet.
Tighnari is left behind with so many thoughts swirling around his head.
How can he focus on just one?
… At least his bladder feels better.
Now, unless he wants his room to stain and smell suspiciously gross, Tighnari needs to clean up.
Ah… where to start?
Collei… hopefully she’s not too stressed from what she had witnessed.
However…
It feels… exciting to know she saw what happened…
Tighnari bites his lip before getting to work cleaning up after himself.