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[swordboning]

...you've reached Archer. Leave a message and if it's suitable, I'll get back to you.

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[codere]

[ She's completely passed out with her CereVice in hand, the last message from him a light dim in the darkened room. Now Rin normally doesn't fall asleep so quick, nor does she do so peacefully. There's probably been nights he's seen her playing with her dumb handheld for hours on end.

... she didn't even bother getting dressed for bed. ]

[swordboning]

[He's certainly not going to undress then dress her.

What he will do is pull the blankets out from under her, adjust Rin so she's in a more comfortable position, and then cover her back up.

This will work.]

[codere]

[ What a good Archer.

Tonight he discovers she drools all over her pillow?? ]

[swordboning]

[Gross.

Gotta wipe that up too. What a goddamn nanny he is.]

[codere]

[ Don't act as if he hates it.......................

Anyway she's sleeping in until he wakes her up so have fun with that. ]

[swordboning]

[Yeah, because the next morning, he's standing over her bed again.]

Will you wake up?

[codere]

Y-You came to greet me. [ The dokis are so real right now. ]

Yes, I'll wake up. Is there anything else I should do for you?

[swordboning]

Is this something I shouldn't do?

[The dokis have to be fake. They have to be.]

And no. Just get ready and do whatever you had planned for today.

[codere]

[ Only the fakest dokis for the fakest faker kyaa.................... ]

My plans for the today were to listen and admire you gently. Um, if you'll allow me to.

[ Clutching her cheeks in both of her hands to hide her blushing face. ]

Ahhhh I don't know what I should do.

[swordboning]

...I'm getting a cold rag. I want you to say in bed since you probably have a fever.

[This all can't be real, just saying.]

[codere]

[ It's horribly real. ] All right, I'll stay in bed just for you.

[swordboning]

This is the part where you're supposed to argue.

[codere]

Do you want me to argue with you, Archer? I could argue with you really good. I'm something of a master when it comes to arguments.

I never lose them either.

[swordboning]

Please don't.

[Yep, he'd rather avoid that.]

Just sit here and I'll get you breakfast.

[codere]

[ Sits here, waiting for food.

... so the usual. ]

[swordboning]

[It actually takes a lot longer than usual.

But when he comes back, it's ham, scrambled eggs, and shirtless Archer with rippling muscles.]

[codere]

[ ...snaps a picture of this with her CereVice. ]

Did you spill something on your shirt? [ That's the only explanation right?? ]

[swordboning]

Hardly. I'm simply displaying what's mine.

[Because, god, such a huge change can happen in the time he's cooking dinner!!]

[codere]

Yours..? [ Her cheeks flush a bit as she bites down on her nails. ]

T-There is something else you could claim as yours in this room as well. I-If you wanted to!

[swordboning]

I'm not claiming a thing until you eat and be healthy. I can't have a Master who isn't on my level.

[flex flex]

[codere]

I'm so on your level. [ Taking a bite and looking to remove her shirt at the same time.

Somehow she doesn't manage to make a mess unlike this thread. Which is a mess. A huge mess. ]

[swordboning]

You'll have to prove that to me first.

[Wow, not jumping to stop her. Because this is a huge mess.]

[codere]

[ This is how a protagonist ends up on a dead end.

Casually tossing her shirt at his face. While she doesn't have RIPPLING JOJOS ABS, she does look to have the muscle to support all of her target practice. No notable scars either.

... at least she has a sports bra on?? SO IT'S NOT AS LIFE THREATENING AS IT COULD BE. ]

See? I'm just as fit as Saber, if not more.

... does it please you? [ WHY. ]

[swordboning]

[Rubbing his chin.]

You'll do for the moment. We're going to do some more work to bring you up to an acceptable level as a Master.

[codere]

I'll do anything you ask. [ WHY... ]