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Chatlog 002 ☣ We're young and we're bored

So I hear tell about some pretty interesting people around here- namely, all you 'Servants' or Heroic Spirits or whatever.

[She leans forward, chin in her hands, and taps her fingers against her cheeks.]

You guys have got to tell me some stories. Being all legendary has to make for some interesting stuff to share.

[She makes a slight face.]

It'll sure beat waiting for terrible stuff to happen at least, right?

[You can all blame Archer and Lancer.]

[ooc: this post is in the afternoon after this log.]

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Of course I do. Even when I was human, I could fight a hundred men and have the energy to jump into bed with a few pretty lasses immediately after, if you know what I mean.

[Asagi isn't exactly unaware of what he means, but it does take her a moment to get what he's insinuating.

--surprisingly enough she blushes bright enough to be seen even over the blue tinge her skin has taken on, even if she does scoff out a laugh.]

I'm sure the lassies were grateful you saved the last of your energy for them.

[She takes a step forward eyes narrowing, and pulls as much power from the cloneblades as she can.]

But I'm going to need you to give me a fair share more than that.

Oh, don't worry. There's aren't many lasses of the right age here. You can say I've got a little too much energy these days.

[He also takes a step forward and thrusts his spear again.]

There's an age requirement? Didn't figure on that.

[She parries into the thrust, bringing herself up into his space,keeping one blade busy locked against his spear and leaning forward to lick at the blood from one of the cuts she'd landed.]

Oh well. Guess you'll have to burn off all that energy right here.

Hey, too young and it feels like I've got an unfair advantage.

[He pushes back against her blade, and since their faces are close enough, he leans toward to try to kiss her. Preferably on the nose.]

Eh?

[She blinks owlishly at the kiss to her nose, clearly not expecting any such thing, and then tilts her head.]

Well, in case you're thinking about holding back because of that...

[Her other hand came up, blade at the ready once more.]

I'm almost nineteen.

...That's a good enough age!

[He twists his spear, hoping to get her off balance.]

What do you to getting some dinner together after this? If we can still walk?

[She stumbles, but more in surprise than because of the move he'd pulled.]

...did you just ask me out?

[She literally has no idea how to process that.

So she's just not going to think about it too hard, and instead going to shorten the blades on her arms so she can speed up her attacks as she goes for him again.]

Ugh, beat me first, and we'll see.

So that's a yes then?

[He swings his spear to try and hit her with its butt end.]

It's an 'I don't know'!

[She takes the hit only so she can grab the spear and hold it- and him- still.

...and then those two cat-ear like portions of her hair spear forward toward him, intending to get him to let go of the spear.]

Honestly, what am I even supposed to say to something like that?!

[He doesn't just let go of the spear. He outright lets it vanish as he reaches forward to catch the projectiles.]

Still better than a no!

[Not just projectiles- they're attached. So when the spear disappears, she steels herself and then pulls herself toward him with them, intending to tackle him to the ground.]

Well... I don't think I'll be saying no.

[He lets her bowl him right over.]

Then that's a promise. How about a kiss to seal it?

Ah...

[Well that's sure... not what she was expecting. She pushes herself up a bit, blinking down at him, and then inclines her head slightly in a nod.]

Well... I guess it can't hurt, but...

[She bites her lip and looks somewhat sheepish for a half-second.]

I don't really know how so... you were warned.

Do you want to learn?

[He reaches a hand up to gently touch her cheek.]

Hmmm...

[She pretends to consider for a moment.]

Not the kind of lesson I might have expected, but...

[A very, very small smirk.]

I do like to learn new things.

Alright, since we've got the atmosphere down, let's skip to the more important part.

[He sits up and, slowly, softly, presses his lips to hers, leaving it up to her if she wants to kiss back harder.]

[And this is not how she pictured her afternoon going, but his lips touch hers and she lets the cloneblade curl back into normalcy so she can bring her hands up to his face and press her mouth to his a little more firmly.]

[He increases the force of kiss to match hers, and, hooking his arms around her chest, draws her closer to him.]

[She makes a quiet noise into his mouth at being drawn closer, teeth instinctively dragging over his lip. Her hands move away from his face to slide back into his hair, and she squirms a little to make herself more comfortable atop him.

Life is hard when you don't wear a bra under a tanktop and find yourself pressed against hot guys unexpectedly. It's hard and no one understands.]

[~~It's a good thing Lancer is more used to pressing himself against ladies who don't wear bras than ladies who do wear them~~]

[He waits for her to make herself comfortable, and now starts to use his lips more. He all but envelops her lips in the kiss, and then pulls back after a second as an invitation for her to do the same.]

[~~Lucky indeed!~~

She pauses for a moment, blinking slowly as if she's going everything that just happened in her head- which, honestly, she is. Learning by doing is such an excellent means of gaining new skills- and when she leans back down to return the kiss, it's with a great deal more confidence that she understands what it is she's supposed to be doing.]

[He pushes his lips forward a few more times before bringing his tongue into the equation. He gently runs it along her lower lip, as if asking for entry.]

[He gets it on the heels of a surprised gasp, her fingers tightening momentarily in his hair. But past that, she sees fit to give a slight, experimental suck on the tip of his tongue before she opens her mouth again.]

[And in comes his tongue, gently lapping at the tip of hers.]

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oh no they're cute

they are and this is the opposite of what I expected

opposite of what I expected too

*welp*

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if this every gets into smut territory we might have to fade to black

welp