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Molly took her job as a safety specialist very seriously…even though her main project of setting up safety classes was still in the works. That didn’t mean there weren’t other things to worry about! Like personal health and safety! Yes! Those were still very important, and Molly did oh so love to be helpful.

That’s why she was padding down the hall of the dorms with a brown paper bag in hand that was rolled closed at the top. She’d been hearing things around Deus again…and well, she just wanted to make sure things were being done as safely as possible! That’s why she stopped in front of Dylon’s door, and knocked with one hand, holding the brown paper bag securely in the other.

No, Dylon, no! Molly was supposed to keep this was quick and as professional as possible! Plus she really didn’t want to be around when he opened the bag. But it’d be really rude to ignore that greeting, and it warmed her heart that he missed her! Aww!

“H-hi, Dylon! I…um, missed you too!” She squeaked and squeezed the trainee with one arm, and then let him go. She then brought up the paper bag, and held it out for him. “Um…” Her voice grew quieter. “This is for you…”

As soon as Dylon let her go and took the bag, Molly immediately spun on her heel and started making a beeline for the dorm exit.

The bag was filled with condoms.

Was that her name she just heard?

Nope.

She was obviously hearing things…Yes….

Molly started to walk faster, but let out a yelp as she felt a hand on her arm, and of course made the mistake of turning around. Her eyes went wide and already her cheeks turned red. “W-what?” She squeaked, her voice going high pitched. “W-want…? That’s…I just…I just want to make sure you’re safe!”

“Not worried!” She squeaked. “Just making sure!”

Oh no.

Oh no.

Molly stiffened under his arm, and her face went even more red. Immediately her hands were up and were waving frantically. “O-oh…no…th-that’s not why I brought them! Wait…I mean-it is-but…AH, I MEANT…that I brought them so that you could…go all night… I don’t want to go at anything tonight! Um…unless it’s talking and hanging out!” Now she was just blabbering.

“Th-that’s not it at all!” Molly cried, horrified at the thought she might have offended Dylon somehow. “I-I mean…you’re a very nice young man and—My type is…you’re—I—you—UH—“ Molly stared at him for a long moment, promptly shutting her mouth.

“…I don’t think I’m your type!” She suddenly announced squeakily. “You can do so much better!” She felt pretty good about this one.

Molly looked rather confused as Dylon laughed and then spoke, and then she was immediately swept up by relief. Oh, thank goodness. It was apparent on her face, and she let out a not-as-nervous laugh now. “O-oh…okay!” Her stance was less tense as well.

“Oh…good…!” She was silent for a moment before her eyes went wide and she leaned in to whisper to Dylon.

“Do you need a demonstration on how to apply them?”

“Because I can go get an eggplant and—“ Molly paused. “O-oh!” She squeaked. “Alright, um—“

Then she turned red again.

“N-n-nope! Um, that’s alright!” Her voice got high pitched again. “I know how to apply them! It’s my job!”

That sounded oh so wrong.

“Um…kind of?” Molly’s brows furrowed as she waved one of her hands. “O-oh no…not really talented um…” She shook her head. “Not quite! I’m a safety specialist…um…I specialize in making sure everyone knows how to properly use equipment, but that also includes maintaining personal health and well being as well!” She beamed, happy to talk about what she did. “I mean…if you don’t have happy and healthy hunters, then you can’t use equipment properly anyways!”

Another pause.

“Did you eat breakfast this morning?” She beamed at him.