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F͓̽r͓̽a͓̽n͓̽k͓̽e͓̽n͓̽s͓̽t͓̽e͓̽i͓̽n͓̽
@SEWNTORAGE
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀-ˏˋ S̷t̷i̷t̷c̷h̷e̷d̷ ̷t̷o̷g̷e̷t̷h̷e̷r̷ ̷w̷i̷t̷h̷ ̷a̷n̷ ̷u̷n̷n̷a̷t̷u̷r̷a̷l̷ ̷b̷e̷a̷u̷t̷y̷~ .ᐟ.ᐟ ˊˎ-


GAH— Cue the knight getting crushed like a can in a hydraulic press.

[@SEWNTORAGE] ●●●●● — interest ●●●●● — physical attraction ○○○○○ — annoyance ●●●●● — trust ○○○○○ — fighting intent low — ●●●●● — high



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"A pleasure, Berserker! I'm Baba Yaga, or Rider. You're free to call me either." Her clawed hand waggles, a little gesture to follow. "Would you like to go with me? A little trip for some snacks? I can even get you something new to try! That makes it way more fun! Sweets trip!"


Such a generous gift. Looking down at them with a light shade of pink across his cheeks, Mordred gave a pleasant smile. ❝ Fran these look too real. Are you sure I would bite into a piece of metal? ❞ The saber asked jokingly, only trying to tease Fran a little.


“ Mmm... ... ” ( 💧 ) The hero stood there, waiting for the homunculus to finish her writing. This wasn't the first time he's pissed off a woman, but... his mouth was always faster than his thoughts.

"Sorry if it's not what you're accustomed to wearing. My people tend to wear things of this nature. I'll give you a moment to change." She'd would allow the Berserker to the opportunity to clothe themselves in privacy.

Grabbing his large coat. Mordred quickly came to wrap it around Fran, buttoning it up for her. ❝ There you go . . The heck happened to that dress you always wear? ❞ The knight voiced his confusion, his expression of concern couldn’t be hidden from Fran.


Her advancements caused him to jolt a step back away from the table. ❝ Fran?! What’s gotten into you? We’re both artificial, I don’t remember telling you to become a cannibal! ❞ Holding a chair in front of him, doing well to keep a barrier between him and her.

❝ E-Eh?! ❞ Caught by surprise, he leaned back with redness burning across his cheeks.

"Ah, you mean I have an explosive fighting style?"



Ah, he’s been caught out in the wild . .

The girl would drag along the Berserker to the destination of her room, rummaging around a few stacks of clothes that she had intended to sell. "Here, this should cover you for now." Fran's temporary outfit was something akin to what the master was wearing.



