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[drivethru]

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[drivethru]

@traceon

[drivethru]

( previously )

[ there's nothing he can do, really (as if locking the door could keep her out, regardless?) except maybe pray.... he's woken the dragon and there's no turning back now.

Alter bursts through the door in record timing, golden eyes lit ablaze as they pinpoint Shirou's location and she makes a beeline towards him, sword drawn and pointed directly at him. ]

Care to repeat that bold claim of yours to my face, Shirou?

[traceon]

[ It's strange... Any time he was faced with imminent danger, he could already tell when he was in a do or die predicament. He could feel his soul threatening to leave his body knowing that with just one wrong slip, he was going to die. The number of times he faced this very same dread and survived during Fuyuki's Holy Grail War were staggering. The amount of times he's bled, been broken and stitched back together... So having an awoken dragon on his tail should have clearly been a sign. The alarm bells should have been going off.

But when she bursts through the door and tracks him down still in the living room, having only just gotten up from the couch...

He swallows, for sure. His eyes are wide, for sure. He knows that he's in danger, for sure.

Yet he doesn't feel that sense of dread that was so familiar to him before. With her blackened Excalibur pointed directly at him, unarmed and defenceless, the look he fixes her with after the faux fear ebbs away? Is a look of disbelief, and a furrowing brow. ]

...

[ And so. Plainly. Simply. ]

You didn't get enough, Saber.

[ Yeah, the heart might not change, but the Emiya Shirou who got flung across reality and time to this Shinjuku has. ]

@seafloor

[drivethru]

( previously )

shouldn't leave it laying around if you don't want to share.

[drivethru]

[ the audacity??? ]

Tch- [ Alter grits her teeth, frown deepening as the glowers over the flat of her blade.

grabbing a fist full of his shirt, Alter hauls Shirou's feet right off the floor as she shoves him backwards. tossing his ass back onto the couch he'd only just gotten up from. her boot makes solid contact with the cushion between his legs, trapping him in place as she looms over him. ]

Clearly, your own sense of discipline is lacking.

[seafloor]

Haaaaah?
What am I supposed to do, lock everything up while I'm not at home?!
At least ask!!!

[traceon]

[ He senses that he's made a mistake. Has he made a mistake— ]

O-Oi, wait a sec— Gah!

[ She's strong. Very strong. But that's no surprise to him. Yet he's helpless as he's practically ragdolled back onto the couch, the force in which he's yeeted causing the sofa to protest on its tiny support feet. Grunting as he sits upright, prepared to bark back at his Servant, ]

Look, Saber, I'm s—

[ FWUMP. Her boot makes solid contact alright. Any higher and he'd be wishing she'd bad ended him instead. He's trapped. In this precarious position, the redheaded mage was left to stare at the boot between his legs, keeping them spread as his eyes follow the length of her soft, smooth leg...

"Clearly, your own sense of discipline is lacking."

By the time he's looking up at her, hands at his sides gripping into the cushioning, he finds himself staring into her golden gaze, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat. He really did it this time. It's...not exactly how he thought 'summoning' her was going to go, but.

Looks like audacity is deceivingly effective. ]

T-Too close. Too close.

[ What. Her face in his? The boot keeping him nice and spread? Option C.? ]

[drivethru]

[ she notices the way his gaze detours along the soft pale skin of her thigh, all the more proof he's gotten far too bold for his britches. he may be her Master, but Alter thought she made it abundantly clear who wears the pants in this relationship- or uh, in her case, tight leather booty shorts. ]

It's too late for apologies!

[ that boot is sliding dangerously high... ]

Since you insist on acting so familiar, you should have anticipated such an outcome!!

[drivethru]

Master may I?

[seafloor]

[ Sighing. ]

Only if you say please and refill Tango's water dish.

[traceon]

[ TOO BOLD FOR HIS BRITCHES?? Shirou knows deep down she's not just using him for his body when it comes to her other "appetite", but how can he not look?! Even by peripheral... Then again, despite who wears the tight leather booty shorts in this relationship, it's only a matter of time before Shirou's switch gets flipped.

Until then? He's going to scoot just a tad and sit more upright, more flush against the back of the couch to delay the inevitable prolong her foot pressing somewhere it ought shouldn't. ]

Okay, okay, you win! You win, Saber! All your resolutions are important.

[ ... How bad is it that the worst one he swallows his pride on is accepting she must consume more chipotle. ]

[drivethru]

[ frowning. ]

that creature hates me.

[seafloor]

Unsurprising. Tango hates all women.
Probably thinks you're encroaching on his territory.

[drivethru]

...

he just swatted at me.

[seafloor]

Yeah?
What'd you do to get his attention?

[drivethru]

I attempted to negotiate a truce.

[seafloor]

...Hopefully not verbally.
He's a cat, not a familiar.

[drivethru]

[ it was definitely verbal. ]

I was brutally rebuffed.

[seafloor]

[ Idiot. ]

Idiot.

[drivethru]

how else am I expected to appease him??

[seafloor]

Bribe him.
Fatty tuna works wonders.

[drivethru]

... you indulge him too much.

[seafloor]

Only as much as he deserves. ♪

[drivethru]

spoiled rotten.

[drivethru]

[ she holds that position a few moments more, until she decides his words of surrender are satisfactory. he crumbled far too easily.... they'll need to work on his resistance training. ]

I accept your surrender.

[ her sword disappears and her boot retracts.

his junk is safe... for now. ]

Now, which would you prefer first?