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“ … IT’S A NICE work out. ” he jokes in response to the knight’s musing, a hand rising to cover his widening smile. it’s not like it’s a lie anyways, swimming like a mermaid takes quite the abdominal strength, along with strength in the glutes and arms.
at the mention of talents, masa couldn’t help but give a small sigh as well, though his rung with a bit of annoyance. sure he wasn’t about to pick a fight, especially not when it was meant as a compliment, but sheesh… this knight could’ve picked a better choice of words. picking out a strand of deep pink hair, he twirls it between his fingers.
“ … i wouldn’t call myself talented, but, thank you. ” he spoke gently. despite his annoyance, he still really just… didn’t care. mamoru seemed nice after all, and people trip up all the time. and some just cling onto the idea of being talented or ‘better’ than people for some reason. that’s simply how it is sometimes. “ … but, i’d like to know… what you do, though. as a knight, i mean. ”
“....what I do?” He hesitates, like he always did when someone asked him. It’s so strange, having to explain it. Both because he’s used to it being common knowledge but also used to no one particularly caring. He was around nobles and royalty more often than not - they knew what a knight was and what he did. As long as he stayed in line they didn’t have a reason to even look at him. The knight looks away for a moment, gathering his thoughts before looking back at the other.
“I mostly act as his highness, Ambrose Trueheart’s, guard.” He said, confidently and clearly. If nothing else, that was what he was. “But like other knights in the kingdom of Auodroven, I assist with guard duty, training and teaching squires, occasionally I’ll be asked to go to other cities outside of the capital to deliver messages or settle disputes. Overall, I simply do what the King asks of me.” Whatever that may be, he thinks to himself. That part is probably better left unsaid and simply implied.
