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Golaith was never one to worry about his body image. While he did get the occasional stare, no one was courageous enough to say anything about it. No one would dare question his eating habits and no one would ever comment on his physique. Not that he cared. A man of his size needed more food than the average intelligent lifeform. Plus, he could always use the extra calories for his workout routine anyway. His life outside of completing missions was always a cycle of lifting weights and stuffing his face. So what if he was pudgier than he should be? As far as he was concerned, he was just storing extra energy. Besides, in the grand scheme of things it didn't matter to him in his eyes. The mission was all that mattered.

Until he met Princess Alicia Lau Makis...

It was the end of another rough workout session when she had sneaked into the gymnasium without him noticing. She had a way of sneaking up on him when he least expected it. It was the one thing he hated about her to be honest. She had caught him as he was putting on his tanktop and took it as an opportunity to gauge his girth. Needless to say, Golaith was less than pleased.

"What the blazes are you doing?!" Golaith cried in indignation, a blush beginning to form on his face.

"Remarkable," Alicia started, grabbing a handful of soft flesh on the massive beast. It was firm to the touch, but warm and soft with the smallest layer of fur giving it a welcoming feeling. It would make for a great pillow if not for the irritable mammoth above.

"You tummy looks hard and solid, but it is actually kind of fluffy..."

"What business is it of yours?!"

"I just find it surprising that a man who believes in accomplishing the mission by any means neccesary would let himself go like this."

"I'm a soldier! An elite soldier! As long as I accomplish my mission, I am free to do as I please!"

"Rather soft for a soldier, wouldn't you say?"

Ouch! That last jab cut into Golaith's thick armor like a knife through butter. He truly had no business being as routund as he was, but for the most part no one gave him flack. Expect her. Expect Alicia. She was the first person to confront on a personal and emotional level. She wasn't like a commanding officer whom he had to take orders from. She wasn't like a solider where he could say something to shut her up. She was something that he never truly had in his life.

She was a challenge. A frustrating challenge.

As her "inspection" continued, Golaith made a half-hearted promise to cut back on his meals and train harder. However, if the redness in his face was any indication, such a promise wouldn't last for more than a week at best...

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Golaith was never one to worry about his body image. While he did get the occasional stare, no one was courageous enough to say anything about it. No one would dare question his eating habits and no one would ever comment on his physique. Not that he cared. A man of his size needed more food than the average intelligent lifeform. Plus, he could always use the extra calories for his workout routine anyway. His life outside of completing missions was always a cycle of lifting weights and stuffing his face. So what if he was pudgier than he should be? As far as he was concerned, he was just storing extra energy. Besides, in the grand scheme of things it didn't matter to him in his eyes. The mission was all that mattered.

Until he met Princess Alicia Lau Makis...

It was the end of another rough workout session when she had sneaked into the gymnasium without him noticing. She had a way of sneaking up on him when he least expected it. It was the one thing he hated about her to be honest. She had caught him as he was putting on his tanktop and took it as an opportunity to gauge his girth. Needless to say, Golaith was less than pleased.

"What the blazes are you doing?!" Golaith cried in indignation, a blush beginning to form on his face.

"Remarkable," Alicia started, grabbing a handful of soft flesh on the massive beast. It was firm to the touch, but warm and soft with the smallest layer of fur giving it a welcoming feeling. It would make for a great pillow if not for the irritable mammoth above.

"You tummy looks hard and solid, but it is actually kind of fluffy..."

"What business is it of yours?!"

"I just find it surprising that a man who believes in accomplishing the mission by any means neccesary would let himself go like this."

"I'm a soldier! An elite soldier! As long as I accomplish my mission, I am free to do as I please!"

"Rather soft for a soldier, wouldn't you say?"

Ouch! That last jab cut into Golaith's thick armor like a knife through butter. He truly had no business being as routund as he was, but for the most part no one gave him flack. Expect her. Expect Alicia. She was the first person to confront on a personal and emotional level. She wasn't like a commanding officer whom he had to take orders from. She wasn't like a solider where he could say something to shut her up. She was something that he never truly had in his life.

She was a challenge. A frustrating challenge.

As her "inspection" continued, Golaith made a half-hearted promise to cut back on his meals and train harder. However, if the redness in his face was any indication, such a promise wouldn't last for more than a week at best...