Quite frankly, this was really what Calvin had been seeking all this time. Someone who actually cared about him and gave him the attention that he sought. If both twins hated the redhead before, seeing and hearing the antics filled them with rage. Being partnered to Henri meant that Remi got it the worst of the pair. His whining on Noel's shoulder was daily. Henri was not unaffected by the increase of tension. He was growling and snarling up a storm. It was every bit as inhuman as Remi's whining. His possessiveness over his friend also increased. When either of the twins approached Calvin when Henri was talking to him during free time, the redhead would practically foam at the mouth. Calvin was usually able to calm the situation by reminding Henri about the concept of boundaries. The week's mental training and chores were filled with both sides arguing and trying to sabotage the other. Fabien had to curse them out for bringing the squad into their mess. Punishments were now being given out to them again. All of them were upset being scolded. It was a blessing the week was up.
Ready for anything, Henri got the equipment from the staff and put it on. He then went to his seat inside their mock cockpit. When Remi joined him, he leaned forward so he was butt to butt to him. The visors flipped on and then it was time for the Xanadu program to do its work. Their generated world was generated in short order and they looked around. "So, are you going to do your job this time? Or, are you going to be fucking difficult again!?" Henri demanded. Remi walked over to the bed, but did not get on. "Last was a fucking fluke. There's no way a damn mutt can crack 50 in White Pulse." he said. Henri groaned in frustration. "I did. Get over it. I just want to get this over with. Are you Topping me today, or what?" he spat. Remi frowned. "I talked with Noel last night. I'm going to Bottom again. To redeem my self." he said solemnly. A look of disgust appeared on Henri's face. "Whatever. Just emit your damn Black Pulse already, asshole." Remi was standing at the edge of the bed when he emitted a pulse of 45. "You aren't going to take me by surprise this time." the blond recruit said.
Icy tone aside, this was a marked improvement from last week. It was tough that Remi was still trying to sabotage and belittle him. He could work with it. 45 was a higher pulse than 35 after all. Henri rolled his eyes in annoyance. He decided to emit his White Pulse at least. It was something that he could control. Focusing on doing what he could do got him far enough last time. It only got up to 42. It was a far cry from that record of 53 he got the week before. Still, it was also much higher than the 30's he had been doing with Adam. Things were not impossible. Henri walked behind him and took him Remi by the hips. The blond scoffed as Henri grinded the big tent in his underwear against Remi's ass. "Still rutting up against me like a dog. Can't you just fucking hold still and do it properly!?" he demanded. "I don't want to hear shit from the guy not even in position!" Henri shot back. "Fucking pervert. How the hell did you even get recruited in the first place?" Remi lamented. Henri wanted to ignore Remi, but he did not stop talking. "They should have just culled you!!" That really angered Henri.
