𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊

" What's the next step afterwards Cat? "

" I haven't done anything so far that you'll dislike so I think I'll be fine. "

" Ah well you see. . . It's complicated. " He lifted his left forearm as a red command-seal like tattoo formed on what was previously clear skin. " It's like a master servant pact but like in reverse. "

"Mh...So this is the one that you like? I suppose I can understand why. Either way, he's my servant in the end due to a previous incident. I suppose I can share him with you since he is....happy with you." She huffed out, grumbling slightly as she was behaving.

"Such is my Job. A Servant must look out for their Master when they will not themselves."

The intern was squinting. These weren't big magnets so it was harder to read where they had to go. It took a bit but it seemed he got it in. " These are tiny. "

The intern took a seat beside her as he peeked over to look at the instruction manual... Yep, looked like gibberish to him. " Okay then. "

" Ah, er- base. Is this it? " He would grab the large round disc-like object out of all the pieces.

Despite having been dating for a while now, open acts of affection was still a surprise to him. His face reddened by her kiss. Give it up to his competitive background with hardly much love in his family. " Uh yeah, no problem Cat. "

" I can try but don't expect too much out of me. I can hardly crack an egg properly so dexterity skills are questionable at best. "

He could understand everything she was saying yet at the same time not. Those were words strung to create sentences and yet not a single thing was processed. " Ah, I see. So it's something you're passionate about. "

He would look at the figure. To one who was a bit old fashioned in taste and was uninformed of what it was. . . it was certainly something. " It's well. . . Something? I mean it looks nice Catty but. . . what is it? "

" You seem quite troubled by something Cat. Need anything from every reliable ol' me? "

"If it is that important to you. You must be willing to dig your teeth in. Those items cannot stand as 'more important' then you in the relationship. If he cannot distinguish this, and put them over you. Choosing self destruction over resting. I'll just break his hands."

" That's true I guess. " He would take a bite of it, instantly decapitating the poor chocolate bunny. " A bit sweeter than my liking but its good. "

"Or better yet. Let me go on a rampage. He cannot work with no office no? I will not cause lasting damage or destroy anything important. But I can make him take s break."

"Break his computer."

The intern took the chocolate into his hands, it was a bit bigger than usual chocolate but still fairly sized compared to stuff certain servants made. " Are you sure? I don't think I warrant something as nice as chocolates. "