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"You've reached Hakuno Kishinami. I'm a bit new to using things like this, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

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[sealeted]

Well, if I had to s—...wait, didn't we already have this conversation?

[She wasn't that drunk, she thinks.]

[babbylon]

[Leaning closer.]

Do you fear me, as of this very moment...?

[sealeted]

Well, I'm a bit intimidated, but...

[How did she put it again...?]

It's more that you're fearsome than that I'm specifically afraid.

[babbylon]

I see.

[On a whim, he runs fingers along the side of her face, the motion itself almost something like gentle.]

I suppose you'd like a reward for your efforts.

[sealeted]

[She blinks, her lashes fanning slowly.]

I don't really mind.

[babbylon]

[A soft huff escapes him. It could be a laugh, a sigh, or something in between; his expression remains indecipherable, beyond the faintest edges of exhaution.]

That's hardly an answer.

[sealeted]

I'm not about to extort a man who has me pinned on my own bed.

[babbylon]

[Heh! And now, that's definitely a snort of amusement.]

You've got a clever mouth, girl. Is that what kept you alive in your precious Moon Cell?

[sealeted]

[Oh hey, that's better than the sour face he was sporting when he first popped in.]

Well, that and a particularly beautiful and cunning pair of Servants.

[babbylon]

However, surely there is one more beautiful than all the rest...

[Come on, Hakuno. He's practically handing you those brownie points on a platter.]

[sealeted]

That's a very dangerous title to put out there.

[There's a whole Greek myth about how bad an idea it is.]

I know quite a few Servants, after all.

[babbylon]

You also know a King among them all.

[Well?]

[sealeted]

...I know quite a few Kings.

[Is that the faintest glimmer of mischief in those big, dark, doe eyes?]

[babbylon]

[Pinching her cheek.]

Don't be daft.

[sealeted]

[She laughs, trying to stay quiet if only for the sake of Selk, snoozing in a makeshift bed made from an old hatbox in the other corner of the room.]

I already told you that you're beautiful to the point it's scary, didn't I?

[babbylon]

W-well, tell me again!

[Baka baka.]

[sealeted]

You have a certain appeal so strong it could freeze a person. Leave them breathless and bewildered.

[Such tsun...]

[babbylon]

You're such an appeaser...

[Gilgamesh, please. You just told her to do it.]

[sealeted]

I'm trapped under the original Leading Man. Am I supposed to be aloof?

[babbylon]

Perhaps I prefer a "cool" sort of personality in my women.

[...that's a lie and they both know it.]

[sealeted]

[Yes, yes they do.]

Then is this the part where I should tell you to get out of my room?

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh responds to this reasonable query by rolling off of her and stealing his way under her sheets.

Looks like she's just been kicked out of her own room.]

[sealeted]

Oh, what.

[She laughs again. Luckily, it's a particularly large bed—her first major expense, and completely nonnegotiable in the necessity of it's luxurious soft springiness.]

Come on, don't you have your own bed to get back to?

[babbylon]

There is room beside me.

[O-oh... could he be suggesting...]

[sealeted]

Yes, I know.

[It is her bed after all. She nestles into one of her large, plush pillows and curls up, peering up at him from where she's laying on her side.]

...seriously though, did something happen to your place?

[Like what happened to his face?]