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[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... ]

[swordboning]

Finish eating then. After that, we're working out.

[codere]

[ She hates working out... usually! Today she seems to think it'd be great, especially since Archer is going to be there with her. Politely stuffing her face full of breakfast, she addresses him with a mouth full. ]

And then what are we doing after that?

[swordboning]

I honestly haven't thought that far ahead.

[codere]

We could end up hot and sweaty... so maybe we should take a nice relaxing shower together.

[ This time her blushing is so fake. ] Ahhhh how could I suggest something like that out loud when I'm like this??

[swordboning]

[Only because she suggested it.]

I'll do whatever my Master orders.

[codere]

[ Now she's falling off the side of the bed at that. How can he casually agree!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

[swordboning]

It looks like we're going to have to work on your balance too.