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[saintgraphing]

POV: your master hands you a literal stack of holy grails and levels you to 100 what do you do

yes that's the entire prompt

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[saintgraphing]

Some of them might complain, but they won't actually do anything.

[Such is the way of the tsundere - they'd probably complain just as much if they had given them the grails.]

Don't worry about me.

[commedia]

But it is in this priest's role to worry! You are irreplaceable. To think you would be put in a bad spot because of me...mmmm....

[Though, thinking of Ritsuka in danger is...well, perhaps conflicting, perhaps not. Certainly expected, in a journey down to hell.]

[saintgraphing]

I promise it's not a big deal.

[They reach out to ruffle Douman's hair like an oversized cat, although they have to stretch on their tip-toes to do it.]

[commedia]

[Is that a flush of pink in their cheeks? Perhaps its the light...]

N-nnn...my lord...please, it is inadvisable to touch me.

[saintgraphing]

You do a lot of things that are inadvisable.

[Pat pat pat.]

[commedia]

Me?

[In practical mock surprise, but definitely thrown off by those pats.]

I only do the things that I know you wouldn't do, to spare you! [A sigh.] Mmm. You really like doing this, huh.

[saintgraphing]

Sometimes I don't do those things for a reason, you know.

[Because they're bad and evil? And no one asked you to do them, Douman?]

Hmm, I guess I do. [Scritch scritch.] You're like a really tall cat.

[commedia]

A reason, hmmm?

[And wow, a Servant must always do what they can for their dear Master? Even the bad things? Anyways, these scritches are making them feel a little fuzzy in the head. Its nice, somehow.]

A cat? [The words come out in a drawl.] Haha. You think so? Should I meow for you, too...?

[saintgraphing]

Sure thing. Y'know like, nya?

[they are a memelord and I'm sorry]

[commedia]

...

[THE LONGEST PAUSE, AND THEN....quietly...]

Nya?

[saintgraphing]

Good job.

[Pat pat pat.]

[commedia]

Mmm, Master, I may be a Servant, but you're treating me like a pet...

[Doesn't mean they don't like it in their own way, though.]

[saintgraphing]

Are you complaining? I can stop.

[They know they're not really complaining.]

[commedia]

Nnn.

[That's not an answer.]

[But they're leaning in regardless, eyes lidded.]

I must warn you...you're pushing my nerves past their limits.

[saintgraphing]

You're not as scary as you think you are.

[Scritch scritch. Can't be tamed.]

[commedia]

Masterrrr...its like you're trying to insult me.

[Please, their pride as a great and powerful Servant!]

But quite seriously. If we keep going at this, I won't be able to stand for long. Especially with all these Grails...

[saintgraphing]

You could take it as a compliment. [Scary's not a good thing to be sometimes!!] Sit down with me?

[commedia]

If you say so.

[And a nod.]

Yes. Gladly, Master.

[saintgraphing]

[Thankfully their room has a small sofa so they don't have to sit with Douman on the bed. They'd definitely have an inappropriate comment about that one.]

[commedia]

[Stop reading their mind, Master!]

Here. I shall put the Grails aside, so they shall be safe. [And does so, neatly, in a stack on the floor next to the sofa. They then promptly move to sit down, hands folded neatly in their lap.] Shall we continue?

[saintgraphing]

[stop being predictable!]

Mm.

[Sitting down, it's easier to reach them. They give Douman a few scritches behind their ears.]

You're almost as fluffy as Lobo.

[commedia]

Almost? Well, it would be hard to stand next to that beast of an Avenger. Though, Master, does that mean you pet him too?

[Just closing their eyes. Yeah, that's the spot.]

[saintgraphing]

I wish. He doesn't usually let me.

[Douman is the well-behaved one somehow...]

[commedia]

One must exercise patience. Though perhaps even your charms can't win over everyone, Master.

[And yet here they are, getting scritched. Charms, indeed.]

[saintgraphing]

That's weird to hear from you of all people.

[They absolutely don't believe Douman doesn't remember their time as their enemy.]