[She smiles up at him, faint but sincere. She doesn't know he doesn't remember it, but he's seen her through two cutthroat post-War conflicts. Of course she's fine with a little kinship, in the wake of all that.]
We've known each other long enough to forgive a bit of skinship for a good cause.
[She's a little unsteady, at first, but she stabilizes and settles in short order. Running isn't in the cards, but she's at least not in danger of swooning.]
A good cause, huh? If only I could use that excuse every time I wanted to touch someone.
[A bit of a joke, but it's true. At this point they have known each other for a while. But Gawain let's his gauntlets and the gloves underneath them dematerialize as he let's his hands rest against her shoulders, seeing that she is still a bit delicate.]
Well, you do now. They've gone and monetized intimacy, apparently.
[Well, really they just monetized energy generation, but still.
She slips her hands up to curl around his wrists, and she feels... well, good, of course, because Chroma. But also a little strange, because Gawain is usually a respectful few inches to a foot away from her, most of the time. It's strange to have him touching her at all, but not in a bad way.]
...oh, later on, remind me to give you some of your clothes some time after the fighting is over. The samurai armor might not get much use, but sat the very least a normal suit might.
[Monetized, huh? The old fashioned part of him would think this almost sounded like a gateway to the world's oldest profession.
But the more... immature part of him is thinking that it would be nice to play around with this occasionally. Just to harmlessly get to know people.
But he slips his hands down so that he's holding hers and it is very pleasant indeed and strange, considering their long acquaintance.]
Oh you have those? Haha, it feels like ages, but yes I would be glad to have them. And the samurai armor might be fun to show off sometime. Maybe this place has cons...
[He's thinking because things are very foggy for him.
I believe Emiya, Cu Chulainn and Li Shuwen were there at one point. Though I do not remember other details. It's strange what the Throne wants you to remember and what it doesn't...
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[He said as he finally found a building to duck into, one that was not over taken.]
You can find your legs again here before we can continue on. I am sure the inhabitants will not mind much.
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[She can't Yakisoba bread this away.]
Are you fine with Moonlacing?
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[He flushed a little.]
I am fine with it, I just haven't become used to the concept yet. So it keeps slipping my mind. Though if you do not mind...
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[She smiles up at him, faint but sincere. She doesn't know he doesn't remember it, but he's seen her through two cutthroat post-War conflicts. Of course she's fine with a little kinship, in the wake of all that.]
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He can feel his heart warm up. Gawain had forgotten how easy she was to be around. Straightforward, like Ritsuka, the type of person he liked best.
But Gawain gentle sets he on the ground feet first.]
I suppose it's a little like a mana transfer, but potentially less invasive anyways.
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[She's a little unsteady, at first, but she stabilizes and settles in short order. Running isn't in the cards, but she's at least not in danger of swooning.]
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[A bit of a joke, but it's true. At this point they have known each other for a while. But Gawain let's his gauntlets and the gloves underneath them dematerialize as he let's his hands rest against her shoulders, seeing that she is still a bit delicate.]
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[Well, really they just monetized energy generation, but still.
She slips her hands up to curl around his wrists, and she feels... well, good, of course, because Chroma. But also a little strange, because Gawain is usually a respectful few inches to a foot away from her, most of the time. It's strange to have him touching her at all, but not in a bad way.]
...oh, later on, remind me to give you some of your clothes some time after the fighting is over. The samurai armor might not get much use, but sat the very least a normal suit might.
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But the more... immature part of him is thinking that it would be nice to play around with this occasionally. Just to harmlessly get to know people.
But he slips his hands down so that he's holding hers and it is very pleasant indeed and strange, considering their long acquaintance.]
Oh you have those? Haha, it feels like ages, but yes I would be glad to have them. And the samurai armor might be fun to show off sometime. Maybe this place has cons...
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[He had reminded her of Charlemagne. It was... nice.]
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[One just has to look at Nursery Rhyme, a child's tale.]
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[Excitable, but nice.]
There's really... all sorts of people here, huh? It's a bit exciting.
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[Hakuno probably has good character judgement, just like Ritsuka, so it must be true!]
It is. I met someone who was not only a fish person, but literally called their self fish. It's an amazing world.
[Not that the Earth and the Mooncell were not amazing places, but there's something about seeing a different world...]
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[Looking at you Elizabeth.]
They were! And much taller than me!
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[This is nice though, chatting, making that Chroma thing, all while just holding hands.]
You should see me next to Lancelot.
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[Okay he's going to pause now and think...]
Something happened that I wasn't there for it seems like. Especially if you met that version.
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[She's no stranger to memory issues, but that should be a good indicator of where the memory cut-off starts.]
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No, I am afraid it does not. What could that even mean?
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[There's a lot going on in his head on top of that anyways. It's a mess.]
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[An important distinction.]
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I believe Emiya, Cu Chulainn and Li Shuwen were there at one point. Though I do not remember other details. It's strange what the Throne wants you to remember and what it doesn't...
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