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[jeez]
Your face, as well.
Otome should treat them, just in case.
Your face, as well.
Otome should treat them, just in case.
Let me make it up to you.
[the tea is finished brewing. she removes the pot, and pours two long, dark cups, passing one to sieg.]
Honeyed fruit blend.
Almost as sweet as your sandwich.
[the tea is finished brewing. she removes the pot, and pours two long, dark cups, passing one to sieg.]
Honeyed fruit blend.
Almost as sweet as your sandwich.
[...]
I can clean them.
[easier to have another person do it?]
I can clean them.
[easier to have another person do it?]
[well
she can't help but smile at his enthusiastic reaction to her pick.]
she can't help but smile at his enthusiastic reaction to her pick.]
All over your body?
[she's genuinely flummoxed. Dude was WEARING CLOTHING.]
How could that...?
[she's genuinely flummoxed. Dude was WEARING CLOTHING.]
How could that...?
[oh! through the clothes. there's some relief.
...]
I wonder why the strange controlling force chose you.
...]
I wonder why the strange controlling force chose you.
[!
right. she sets the tea down, somehow balanced on the log, and starts arming herself with stick and mallow.
time to roast this sucker.
she's taking this very seriously, rolling it like a rotisserie chicken.]
right. she sets the tea down, somehow balanced on the log, and starts arming herself with stick and mallow.
time to roast this sucker.
she's taking this very seriously, rolling it like a rotisserie chicken.]
[the marshmallow is browning slowly. byleth is pleased with her progress, and adjusts it, ever so slightly.
the marshmallow lights on fire.
she frowns. and removes it.
...]
Nothing wrong with a little crunch.
[she transfers it to the graham cracker and chocolate, as sieg showed, and sandwiches that shit, passing it over.]
the marshmallow lights on fire.
she frowns. and removes it.
...]
Nothing wrong with a little crunch.
[she transfers it to the graham cracker and chocolate, as sieg showed, and sandwiches that shit, passing it over.]
Since I ate yours.
[completely and without stopping to ask if you'd actually wanted some.
she proffers the whole thing out to him.]
[completely and without stopping to ask if you'd actually wanted some.
she proffers the whole thing out to him.]
[his joy over tea and smore is really the best. she glows with the muted flare of a tealight.]
I'm glad.
I'm glad.
[oh.
she shakes her head, a little less bright.]
she shakes her head, a little less bright.]
...Thank you.
[she drinks her tea.]
I'm trying to be more talkative.
[it always makes her oddly self-conscious of the fact that she isn't.]
[she drinks her tea.]
I'm trying to be more talkative.
[it always makes her oddly self-conscious of the fact that she isn't.]
[After Lila has delivered the letters, a thought reaches out to Byleth somewhere in the outdoor playground: What am I to do with this . . . ? Sieghart sits on the edge of the sandbox with his feet on the ground and not the sand, the letters clutched in one hand and the other held to his forehead by the palm as he looks down at his feet.]
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