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[rosetintedpoverty-blog]

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[advancedai]

“Here, this will do just fine.” She hands him a complete outfit, from head to toe. What? Why is she handing Astolfo an actual gakuran much similar to the one used in a certain school on the Far Side of the Moon? BB-chan has no idea what you’re talking about! “I mean, I can’t have you walking around with me looking just as cute, you know? What if someone ends up thinking you’re cuter than me? I would have to give you a very harsh punishment, Astolfo-chan.”

[misterallfiction]

roserider replied to your post: 『WAAAAAIIIIIIIT!』

“Are you doing something kind of heroic for once? Wow! I’m really proud of you!”

“『When have I ever not been heroic?!』”

[allcapscitta]

WHY IS EVERYONE ALWAYS FIGHTING? I THINK IT’S MUCH EASIER TO GET ALONG

– RIDER (ASTOLFO)  ( @roserider )

[bunjijumping-ca]

“Rider... Do you need a hug? Because you really look like it.”

Standing there with her arms open, she looked genuinely concerned about the Servant’s well-being. There was no telling what could have happened, but given the scent that was coming off him, she had a good idea.

[strassegehen]

@roserider

             The third time he was transported to another location without much of a choice within this experiment, he found that he was nearly fully accustomed to such an occurrence. There wasn’t nearly as much distress this time; rather, he found his thoughts trailing not to his own safety, but the safety of others. He wondered if that kind doctor was going to be alright now that the threat level of the environment had soared, or if the strange magus girl was able to tend to her wounds properly now that all limitations have been temporarily lifted for the purpose of exterminating the invaders—and there was always Rider, whom he hadn’t seen even once since the beginning of the incident.

             Surely, Rider was fine on his own, and Sieg would only be a burden to Rider should they cross paths and establish a partnership once again. In the first place, Sieg felt that the reason he kept seeking out Rider was thanks to a persistent dependency on Rider for security and reassurance, like an anxious child who dared not face anything without the company of their best friend. Staying together with Rider forever was impossible, he knew that, so he should give his all into improving independency—however, that lingering feeling of wanting to be beside Rider would not perish. It felt troubling. Should he run from Rider the next time he sees him? Maybe avoidance would be a decent place to start with.

             But, this time was not a good time to turn in the other direction and run away—it was an amusing coincidence that he would find Rider in midst of his pondering, but the unidentified creature that was silently approaching Rider’s back signified the dire need for quick action—that is, exterminating the hostility before it lashed out at an unaware Rider. Touching it was ill-advised, but… his magecraft required direct contact, so it was unavoidable. Softly touching the Wraith’s back, said creature would disintegrate at the incantation, ❝ Straße gehen. ❞

[traitorbred]

@roserider

With Sieg in the city, it seemed only a matter of time before she ran into Rider. It was only natural, or so Mordred thought. Where one was, the other seemed only a few steps behind. Inseparable, like a man and his shadow, like lovers, or two halves of a perfect whole. It was sickeningly sweet.

So, there was Rider -- that pink paladin, with the huge mouth and the constant grin. And there was Mordred, a few steps behind him, nerf bat in hand. What was the best way to go about this, exactly? A swift hit on the head. A choke hold. Ah, the options unfurled before her like a grand map -- each terrible, each equally fun.

Eventually, Mordred decides on the best route: a swift kick to Rider’s behind.

“Gotcha’.”

[balscales-blog]

@roserider

     He responds promptly to excited knocking at his apartment door. When he opens it, he’s met with a head of the softest pink, and knows his visitor at that exact moment.

    “Rider. This is... unexpected. What brings you here?”