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"Sometimes I like things. Chocolate is nice. Whatever Two cooks is good. But I'm alone now. I only need basic foods..."

         { ❀ } — “Chocolate it is then, milady! It does have the tendency to bring fond memories to mind, doesn’t it? It’s happened to me on multiple occasions."

                       And thus the pair set off towards the establishment of the male’s recollection, eventually having settled down in a booth across from one another. Two servings of what he’d just learned were called ‘hot fudge sundaes' were laid upon the tabletop and Inigo had already taken a gernerous bite or two from his own.

Seated now, with the much talked about cold-hot little something before her, Three poked and prodded the semi-solid cream. But looking at it and smelling it wouldn't tell her how it tasted and the chocolate was threatening to cool off. So she dug into it and took a bite. ... And another. And another. And one more.

    "It's tasty... ...Like the melting corpse of a snowman, a black stone at it's core." She clinked her spoon with his, a small smile on her lips. 

" Well, I’m studying to be a tactician. It typically involves learning about other battle plans from those who had commanded the fields before me, but I’m finding value in learning about how the land works and how to take advantage of such during times of battle. It’s quite a lot to take in at times but I find the knowledge to be valuable! " He would take a sip from his own drink and—oh it had a chocolate taste to it! As he listened to Three speak of her hobbies.

" Oh, you create dolls? A curious hobby if I do say so myself! I would love to see them one day if you would allow me such! " He would watch as she yawned, taking another sip of his beverage before choking on it, hearing Three talk of her sleep schedule.

     " A good boy... that I would like to one day make a doll. You'll see them. Someday. No one but me likes them. No one but me understands them. So I hope... that you will be different."

" Oh! Coffee, you mean? I can quite agree with how it keeps people up with enough cups. If that’s what you feel like, I see no problem with it. "

     Cut to a bit of a walk later with the two now sitting down at a coffee shop, Morgan having bought a “mocha” something in hand as he looked towards Three.

     " My dolls. They need much of my attention. I can't forgive myself if I began to neglect them just because my body cannot keep up. And this city-- " She stopped for a moment to yawn, eyebrows creasing in annoyance by her own interruption.

"A cafe is fine. What's bitter there, in those white cups... at the very least, it'll keep me awake. And in my little hopes, it'll keep me full.

     It was almost painfully dull, really. But, perhaps that was Rinnosuke’s own pessimism speaking internally. Then again, he had noticed that life here was just a tad more boring than it was at home…

     The people in the streets, for the most part, seemed to be particularly uninteresting. Like they existed for the sheer sake of filling the streets, almost.

     That’s why, when approached by someone who quite obviously stood out (much like himself), the merchant came to a small pause mid-step, staring at Three blankly.

“What—? Under my…”

     Lifting his foot, examining the bug he had absentmindedly stepped on, Rinnosuke gave Three a quizzical look.

After a long pause, the realization had hit her that she hadn't answered his second question. 

" I want it. " Three responded quietly, her voice curious. Almost as if she didn't understand it herself. " It's nice. It crinkles better than leaves. Cries sweeter than the wind. Colder than the tips of a fellow's hands... " She spared him a glance, lavender eyes regarding him with little interest.

A slap to the face.

A confession.

A lengthy lecture.

A pillow fight.

My muse wearing an outfit of your muse’s choosing.

My muse for two nights.

A night time cuddle coupon.

A gift.

A strip tease.

A passionate kiss.

A nose kiss.

One day where they can do whatever they want to my muse.

A date.

A romantic night out.

A bubble bath with my muse.

A girl’s/boy’s night out.

My muse has to live out one fantasy for your muse.

To share a milk shake.

My muse will do your muse’s chores for three days.

A hot make out session.

A spanking.

A noogie.

My muse will sing any one song for yours.

My muse will be your muse’s work out buddy for a day.

My muse will serve as a body pillow for yours.

A drink at the bar.

A dinner made by my muse.

A vacation with my muse.

A large gray deer casually walks around the corner. It’s pointed antlers look tinged in red, blinking with it’s pupleless crimson eyes. Quite a fearsome sight, though you only need remind yourself that this is just a friendly woodland creature who probably means no harm to you. Probably…  Is this another creature the scientists are experimenting on? Did it escape for from the zoo sector? Did it’s owner let it run free today? Most likely.

But she doubted that would work now.

     ""Heh heh.... Zero." The whisper cracked and her voice was firmer now, addressing her sister with stronger dedication. "... I don't care for your actions. I've never hated you, like One. Nor have I ever desired you, like Five."  Or loved her obsessively, like Four had or remained ignorantly amiable like Two, charming as it was. " To me, you simply are. Like scuff on armor or the marrow of a bone... or a hungry daffodil. A constant. A fact. Nothing more nor nothing less... "

" I won't bother you. And I doubt you'll care for my actions... so let's get along. After all..." She sluggishly tapped the small, hair decoration parted her hair, violet eyes locked onto Zero's own hair clip.