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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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[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.]

[commedia]

Me? Hmmmmm?

[Time to play innocent, as always!]

What does that mean?

[saintgraphing]

You know perfectly well.

[no more scritches for you.]

[commedia]

...

[Their eyes go wide, deep black fixed on Ritsuka's face.]

Did this humble priest say something wrong? Why would you stop?

[saintgraphing]

[Why do you do that with your face, cut that out.]

I know you remember Shimosa and Heian-kyo. You don't need to pretend.

[commedia]

...Pretend?

[They repeat quietly, though their tone tilts upward on the last syllable.]

Ehhhh~? Master...you really think...I'm pretending?

[saintgraphing]

Yes.

[Don't go all doe eyes at them, it's not gonna work.]

1/2

[commedia]

...

[Their eyes flit down...and then their shoulders start shaking, a low rumbling of a laugh emanating from their chest.]

Huhuhuhuhu. Hahahaha.

2/2

[commedia]

NnnnnnNNNNN!

[And their mouth opens into a wide, vicious grin, eyes as dark as can be.]

You are correct! Hahahaha! That was nonsense! All nonsense! Oh, a silly jest! I remember everything! The Caster and Alter Ego Limbo, yes, I remember it all!! Hahahaha! Thank you, thank you ever so much for playing along with my games! Hoe grateful I am to you, Master!

[saintgraphing]

Yeah, yeah. Do you want a cookie or what.

[They're not impressed.]