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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]

[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.]

god i can spell "how" i swear

[commedia]

Huhuhuhu.

[And just going to chuckle into their sleeve, obviously amused.]

Aw, Master~ Are you really so upset with me? Despite everything, I am still yours. Only yours! Forever yours.

hoe don't do it

[saintgraphing]

I'm more exasperated than upset? ...But yeah, I know.

[Hair scritch. A very loyal servant, they are.]

(limbo voice) hoe i will

[commedia]

[Oh, that's a nice scritch. Time to lean in against it.]

...I do wonder. If you knew all this time, were you really just humoring me? You could've just called me at my bluff earlier than this!

[saintgraphing]

Well, you seemed like you were having fun... [More scritches.] I don't think anyone believed you in the first place anyway.

[commedia]

I was...

[It was fun. Pretending to be someone they were obviously not.]

[...]

Am I that bad at lying? How unfortunate. [And a little sigh - they reach forward to place a hand on the other's leg.] I can't say I didn't regret trying, though, mm.

[saintgraphing]

[Not gonna fluster at them getting touchy-feely now, nope nope nope.]

You're good at a lot of other things, I think it's probably for the best that you aren't good at lying too.

[commedia]

Ohh? Praise from my lord? What praise it is! Ahh, like sweet nectar to my ears!

[Grinning, Douman leans in to bump their head against Ritsuka's, nails prickling a little into their thigh.]

Hahahaha. This just means I need to work at it even more, though.

[saintgraphing]

I'm not that stingy with my praise, am I...?

[They like to think they compliment their Servants a lot, even the ones who aren't overly affectionate and scratchy cats.]

[commedia]

Not at all. But to hear it after I've lowered my mask...

[A low rumble comes from their chest, like a purr. Their hand reaches up to cup Ritsuka's chin, tilting it upwards.]

Hmmm. How special you are to say such sweet words about one who, at the behest of the alien god, was ever so set against you before.

[saintgraphing]

[They've been doing a good job of not getting flustered before, but even they can't help the red that spreads over their face now.]

Well, I - a lot of my Servants used to be my enemies, not just you...