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I’ll do more later. My mood’s taken a dive, so I need to distract myself.

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“I lived and died by my spear. I guess that’s a fitting end for a warrior, at least… And being a servant lets me fight even more! Still… I like being around you.” He rests his forehead on hers, briefly. “Being around makes me feel like good civilization.” Hopefully borrowing her terminology wouldn’t offend her too much!

⚔ “…!” While someone else might be touched that he would rest his forehead against hers, Altera’s attention was already somewhere else. She reached up and pushed his face away with her hand, palm against the center of his face, and questioned, “What do you know of good civilization?”

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“I guess I tried to explain how I felt with your own words... Did it upset you? I didn’t really intend for that...” It looked a bit silly, her hand pressed to his face like this... But... such is life, right? He exhales a sigh, but makes no move to try to do anything else... Though his hand is still on her head.

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He laughs a little, smiling despite himself. “I’m good at fighting, but I’ve never really been much of a scholar! I lived my life on the battlefield.” His warm smile never falters, and he keeps his eyes on her. If she is a cat, then he is a dutiful owner that never falters in his affections!

⚔ “…” He lived a life similar to her own! How curious — was he also a machine of warfare? A thoughtless killing machine, a destroyer of civilization? He had her attention and curiosity, even if it didn’t show on her face, as serious as ever even as he continued sharing soft touches with her.

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“I lived and died by my spear. I guess that’s a fitting end for a warrior, at least... And being a servant lets me fight even more! Still... I like being around you.” He rests his forehead on hers, briefly. “Being around makes me feel like good civilization.” Hopefully borrowing her terminology wouldn’t offend her too much!

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“It just kind of… happens naturally? Usually you just spend a lot of time with someone, and then it just kinda… happens. It’s a sort of subconscious thing, I guess? It’d take a more book smart person to explain it better…” Another shrug, his free hand brushing along her cheek. “All I know is, being around someone that you’re comfortable around is good.”

⚔ Altera watched him with keen eyes while he stroked her cheek, almost akin to a cat watching their owner to make sure they continued receiving attention. Tilting her head, the bangs slipped from her forehead, the diamond pattern imprinted on her skin showing. “You are unintelligent?”

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He laughs a little, smiling despite himself. “I’m good at fighting, but I’ve never really been much of a scholar! I lived my life on the battlefield.” His warm smile never falters, and he keeps his eyes on her. If she is a cat, then he is a dutiful owner that never falters in his affections!

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“I’d say so. You let me touch you like this without complaining, right? You seem to like it, and I think we get along welll… I’d say we’re close.” The arm NOT devoted to petting shrugs its shoulder. “Do you dislike the idea of us being close…?”

⚔ “I do not know how to be close with anyone,” she answered, narrowing her eyes slightly in suspicion. She hadn’t smacked his hand away yet, though. “It feels good… I do not see a reason to stop something that feels good.”

“When did we become close?”

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“It just kind of... happens naturally? Usually you just spend a lot of time with someone, and then it just kinda... happens. It’s a sort of subconscious thing, I guess? It’d take a more book smart person to explain it better...” Another shrug, his free hand brushing along her cheek. “All I know is, being around someone that you’re comfortable around is good.”

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“Ah, that annoyed you? Well, I figured you can be both.” Best not to press the subject for now. Before she got upset… Still, he continues his actions, smiling all the same.

⚔ Altera tilted her gaze at Lancer for a moment, still confused over why he thought they were familiar enough to touch her hair. These were… ‘tender’ touches, she supposed the word was. “… Are we… close?”

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“I’d say so. You let me touch you like this without complaining, right? You seem to like it, and I think we get along welll... I’d say we’re close.” The arm NOT devoted to petting shrugs its shoulder. “Do you dislike the idea of us being close...?”

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He won’t comment on that tiny blush for now… Who knows how she’d react? Still, he’ll continue to brush his fingers through her hair… “Your hair’s pretty soft, y’know? It compliments the rest of you well. Pretty hair for a beautiful girl, I guess!”

⚔ “…?” Beautiful? He thought she was beautiful? A curious judgement to make on her. She had been called many things, usually fearsome things, but beautiful? That was new. In her surprise and lack of readiness to handle such a term placed on her, her blush vanished. In her nearly mechanical voice, Altera answered, “I am not beautiful. I am destruction, a machine of war — the Scourge of God.”

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“Ah, that annoyed you? Well, I figured you can be both.” Best not to press the subject for now. Before she got upset... Still, he continues his actions, smiling all the same.

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He won’t comment on that tiny blush for now... Who knows how she’d react? Still, he’ll continue to brush his fingers through her hair... “Your hair’s pretty soft, y’know? It compliments the rest of you well. Pretty hair for a beautiful girl, I guess!”

“I’m kinda hungry... maybe I’ll go bum a meal off of that Emiya kid or somethin’...”

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⚔ As his hands brushed through her hair, her eyes opened suddenly, like a predator sensing prey, but she didn’t lash out at him. She just watched, in a sense — looking up at him from his chest. “…”

She didn’t get angry (as far as he could tell), so he has no plans to stop. For now, anyway. He’ll pet her slowly, at least. Dragging his fingers through her hair, fingers gently gosting along her scalp... Almost as if she were a cat of some kind.

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