[ Swinging his legs off the chair, he stands up and stretches. They've talked enough and they both are owed their dues. But then he remembers something and cocks his head. ]
I don't have any control over it. It's just more of Nirrti's games, that's all. She knows I feel like a monster, so she reflects that on my outward appearance during trials.
[He sees Natsuno get up, clearly ready, and he can't help the way his heart beats just a little faster. Finally, some peace.]
[ Like the predator he is, that increased heartbeat calls to him and for once there's no reason to disobey. He circles over to the right side of the bed for easy access, eyes bright red. ]
I guess she thinks I'm a fashionista in that case. [ A touch amused, but also distracted. He pauses, clearly debating something before making up his mind. ]
[ No one can say he didn't try, and if that's how it's going to be then. He murmurs in Japanese that same phrase he said to Erhard weeks ago.
"δ»ζΉγγͺγ, it can't be helped. "
It's much the same as last time, except the drowsiness finds Erhard sooner given the starting lower total blood volume. Again he takes his fill, ignoring the voice in his head that says he's playing with fire by being this greedy twice in a row. Next week he'll have to be really careful.
But that's a problem for future, not the present. ]
[Anyone listening at the door might think Erhard is trysting with someone, such is the quiet groan he makes. He doesn't dare open his eyes, his head swimming in a way that ensures he'll be dizzy if he does. Instead he focuses on the warm weightlessness, the soft sounds of Natsuno feeding.]
... thank you....
[It's barely a whisper, but he knows Natsuno will hear it. They're using each other, but it doesn't matter. With this, he'll sleep, and with sleep he'll regain control of himself.]
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Do you still want to remember if you could?
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[He shakes his head.]
I want to know if he was lying to me to make me feel better.
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At least you've kept your resolve, sensei.
[ Swinging his legs off the chair, he stands up and stretches. They've talked enough and they both are owed their dues. But then he remembers something and cocks his head. ]
Your outfit at trial was distracting, y'know.
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[He sees Natsuno get up, clearly ready, and he can't help the way his heart beats just a little faster. Finally, some peace.]
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I guess she thinks I'm a fashionista in that case. [ A touch amused, but also distracted. He pauses, clearly debating something before making up his mind. ]
As much as I can, sensei?
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Yes....
[He offers his arm and waits, already finding some measure of calm in knowing what's coming.]
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"δ»ζΉγγͺγ, it can't be helped. "
It's much the same as last time, except the drowsiness finds Erhard sooner given the starting lower total blood volume. Again he takes his fill, ignoring the voice in his head that says he's playing with fire by being this greedy twice in a row. Next week he'll have to be really careful.
But that's a problem for future, not the present. ]
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... thank you....
[It's barely a whisper, but he knows Natsuno will hear it. They're using each other, but it doesn't matter. With this, he'll sleep, and with sleep he'll regain control of himself.]