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!b0vpMZLBb6 05/02/12(Wed)00:58 No.18945171>>18944816 I guess you wouldn't know - your information is mostly parsed in text, if I remember correctly. I'm lanky. Thin. A lot of guys would flatter me by calling me 'slender', but I'm not. I'm skinny as hell. Pretty much flat. A lot of people say my face looks half-dead, emotionless and blank. My hair is kept short, straight, and it's platinum blonde. And I prefer suits and other masculine outfits.
I sigh as I unbuckle the skirt, and Atalanta, er, Lancer lets it fall - And I shut the door, finally realizing it's been open this whole time.
"So... Uhm." I shake my head and take another breath as she starts the bath water. "I've heard there's beautiful forests outside of the city. It's the evergreen state, after all. And... for someone unused to kitchens, you're a good cook."
"It's the basics." she says, "You just have to understand how meat cooks, things like that. Temperatures. It's instinct, not skill." she elaborates as she slips off those high boots. "And... That's good news. I might be able to move camp there. I fight much, much better in a natural location."
Aaand she's pulling down the zipper on the back of her top. "A-a-anyway. Have things been harsh for you, so far? Any hard fights?"
"Not really. I prefer to watch and learn before I fight. But Saber scares me. You might not be able to sense it, but he's... strong."
"Strong how?" I ask, finally deciding to kick off my shoes and socks, then my pants. Gotta stay calm... "And how strong?"
"Have you ever shaken hands with someone who does a lot of manual labor? Noticed that strength just behind the skin? It's like that, except I can /feel/ it. It's... terrifying." And out they come as she pulls her top over her head, perky hand- |