Assassin Emer smiles once she interrupts Rikko's path. There's something menacing in her sweet smile and voice. "Rikko~ lately I noticed that your shoulders are stiff and I haven't seen you join in the fun or in one of my spontaneous dances in quite a while. I believe you'll agree with me that you need a spa day! Don't worry about the details, I already told the others that you won't be available for the rest of the day. Now if you allow me~" She picked up Rikko before the girl could complain.

Uh-oh. There’s something tricky in that smile; she’s seen enough of Emer to recognize it. Without noticing, she’d been cornered; and before she can interrupt or protest, Ritsuka’s legs are scooped out from under her. “Kya---” She makes a noise of surprise and clings to her notebook, stammering out sounds of complaint, but they’re already off, and she’s wrapping her arms around Emer’s shoulders with a nervous grip. Captured! (What was that about dancing? Well, she’s just a bit shy, it’s more fun to watch Emer than to dance, herself, you know--) “S-Spa?! Do we even have something like that in here?!” Well, there’s the Roman Baths program in the simulator, but it’s not like she actually uses that, since a shower is more than good enough for her, and...! Just, wait a minute, wait! 

         ❝ 𝒜hem. ❞

The hound had taken notice that the daughter of Forgall Monach had taken up the needle again, though he was unable to watch her work as much as he would’ve liked. Still, he was rather curious as for what she was making; was it going to be something more traditional, or would she explore the fashions of other (old or new) cultures. Whatever the case, he was curious to see the end product, especially regarding how she would use those bright colors.

What she wound up producing was rather astonishing, but ultimately familiar, a variety of flamboyant shirts representative of a culture that Cu did not fully know, but enjoyed their tastes nonetheless. Bright reds, yellows, and oranges clashing with neon greens, blues, and whatever messy combination worked. A loud and bold style that triggered memories of another time as a servant, one where he didn’t have to shed blood for a moment and just enjoy life in the Japanese city with a red bridge.

Taking the first one on the pile, the Lancer examined it, his fingers enjoying the feel of quality silk. “So this was what you were workin on.” A grin on his face appeared as he turned the shirt around. This one in particular really fit his style. “Well, I got ta hand it to ya, you never lost your touch. Funnily enough, I wore one of these durin an off time of another grail war. I think it was the bold colors that spoke to me or somethin.” After all, a true warrior was not ashamed to stand out. Still, he couldn’t help but begin to chuckle and laugh as he realized what she had done. Of course she would know his style, even if he hadn’t had the chance to tell her!

Without hesitation, the lancer boldly unbuttoned and slipped on the shirt, fastening the two front halves together again to a point just below the collar. He wasn’t really sure if it looked good on him, but he definitely felt good wearing it! 

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“…….Emer. Even after all this time…even after this sickening alteration to my own spirit origin… Hmph. There’s no way I’d forget her. Someone like her really sticks with you. I wouldn’t forget her unless I was deconstructed and then put back together again without any memory of her…and even then, i’m sure some trace would remain. Even if it’s not up to her, she’s bound to intervene with what she thinks. She cares not what others think, she just know what she wants, and she goes for it with little regard for others…or her own safety.”

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       Yips in small dog magus language!