[the second he sees her smile spread across her face, the first sound of her smug laughter, he wants to bolt down the hall and away from... this. the annoyed scowl she had expected when she first grabbed him has made its appearance. coupled right along with his blush.
he feels so stupid.
she has ammo again him now. a trap he's weak to. it's not beneath her to spread the news that Robin Hood was jealous that Gawain and Merlin were blatantly flirting with her. though he would be quick to say that he wasn't himself. find any excuse to break his way out of a hole he's falling into.
at least he managed to hide it from her. not well enough. actually, she's just dense because he had not been subtle about it. again, not his fault. he has ears and a tail that broadcast all his emotions.
she'll have to try harder to get him to smile. the storm has passed and he just looks as sulky as he usually does as she holds onto his hand stubbornly. he's only just gotten used to their Master, Praetor she calls them, and the mats and resources they put into his Saint Graph.
and now Nero, another Servant, wants to help him she'd suffer Merlin's bullshit? nobody has to go that far.]
I'd hate to break it to you, but I'm an expert at traps myself. If you hate them so much--
[his words are turned back on him. albeit, words he hadn't meant to say. words that came out very wrong but words he said, all the same. she's fond of him.]
Man, you really have bad taste. Seriously, it's bad. [barring their Master. they're a good seed.
he hasn't stopped blushing and now he's looking at her hands holding his. small but they easily wield a sword her own size.]
... You don't have some goal to sleep with everyone in Chaldea, do you?
[he should be the one that needs to be hit. knock his HP down.]
my thoughts exactly
he feels so stupid.
she has ammo again him now. a trap he's weak to. it's not beneath her to spread the news that Robin Hood was jealous that Gawain and Merlin were blatantly flirting with her. though he would be quick to say that he wasn't himself. find any excuse to break his way out of a hole he's falling into.
at least he managed to hide it from her. not well enough. actually, she's just dense because he had not been subtle about it. again, not his fault. he has ears and a tail that broadcast all his emotions.
she'll have to try harder to get him to smile. the storm has passed and he just looks as sulky as he usually does as she holds onto his hand stubbornly. he's only just gotten used to their Master, Praetor she calls them, and the mats and resources they put into his Saint Graph.
and now Nero, another Servant, wants to help him she'd suffer Merlin's bullshit? nobody has to go that far.]
I'd hate to break it to you, but I'm an expert at traps myself. If you hate them so much--
[his words are turned back on him. albeit, words he hadn't meant to say. words that came out very wrong but words he said, all the same. she's fond of him.]
Man, you really have bad taste. Seriously, it's bad. [barring their Master. they're a good seed.
he hasn't stopped blushing and now he's looking at her hands holding his. small but they easily wield a sword her own size.]
... You don't have some goal to sleep with everyone in Chaldea, do you?
[he should be the one that needs to be hit. knock his HP down.]