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[swordboning]

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[swordboning]

That kind of thing is reserved for Rin. I'm sure you won't ask me to discuss that since it's 'girl talk'.

[poised]

[NEVER BE SURE OF ANYTHING, ARCHER]

Oh but that sounds far more interesting than this film!

[swordboning]

Ask her, not me. I'm not one to describe that under any pressure.

[poised]

Oh come now, you have nothing interesting to say?

[that was getting so good]

[swordboning]

Anything I say you'll deem as crude and unbecoming. No, I'll definitely pass.

[poised]

What on earth could you have to say about Rin that's crude and unbecoming? Archer, that's no way to think of your beloved!

[swordboning]

[He's just going to smirk.

There's a lot of things in this world, Natalia. Don't even travel in this direction or she will die.]

[poised]

[She doesn't understand.

Cue some more befuddling squinting before she leans back against the couch with a huff.]

Men are so confusing.

[swordboning]

If we're this troublesome, it might benefit you to try to figure things out in the future. Otherwise, you'll be frustrated fairly frequently.

[poised]

I fully intend on doing my best to uncover the mysteries of your kind soon.

[your kind??? natalia]

Another sir told me today that some men are best communicated with by locking swords with them.

[who cares about thread timelines not me]

[swordboning]

As something of a swordsman, I won't deny that statement. Even in magic, ideas and memories can be passed through swords clashing.

[poised]

So I am on the right track! Marvelous--

[Except she probably shouldn't have raised her voice quite so much as it starts a bit of a coughing fit, though she does politely turn her head and tries to obscure it.

Goodness, this is awful.]

[swordboning]

...this is exactly what I meant. I'll be back another time since you can't take time to heal while I'm around.

[Getting up.]

[poised]

[Mmph. There's a noise of irritation from her at that before she reaches out to snag his sleeve.]

Oh you're being dramatic.

[Another small cough before she frowns.] If you're aggravated by my coughing, make a pot of tea.

[aka she's really bored when she's alone, goddamn]

[swordboning]

[It's not like she doesn't have a line of people waiting to visit, he bets!

Still, he can at least do that much.]

Give me a few minutes then. And don't try to talk to me while I'm in the kitchen.

[poised]

[Listen, when you're sick for multiple days, you can have as many people visit you as you want--

But she opens her mouth to respond to that and then thinks better of it, especially considering how aggravated her throat still is.

So instead she nods once. Fine.]

[swordboning]

[Much better, really. Archer is giving her throat priority, really.

He steps off into her kitchen, mostly to make use of what she has to make tea.]

[poised]

[Gotta hand it to the girl -- she might not know how to make tea but she's certainly got everything possibly needed to make it, not to mention at least 20 blends.

She keeps things stocked for her constant attempts.

And then she's left here on the couch watching the action movie until he gets back. At least she's agreeing to not attempt to speak to him.]

[swordboning]

[He picks an herbal tea instead of one zinging with caffeine. Terrible choices in food and drinks is something Archer doesn't make ever.

Skipping a bit of time, he brings out a teacup filled with steaming tea along with the entire pot, for when Natalia wants refills.]

[poised]

[househusband of the year award goes to.....

But she seems content with that, taking the teacup with a grateful nod of her head. She'll give it some time to cool off but when it is set, she takes a sip and hums experimentally, as if to test out her throat and see if it's less pained.

Finding it at least marginally better, she speaks again:]

Are you still in a rush to leave?