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unprompted, always accepting !! @revivisaere ♡

stares in return... ‎ the usual stillness of the moon girl's ever - blank expression remains, ‎but the taller girl does lower herself down to the other's height. ‎head canting slightly in silent inquiry of this impromptu staring content, ‎she finds her answer in the form of a small ‎ — ‎ but very sweet ‎— ‎ smile from alice. ‎hazel eyes blink then.

smiles ‎ ( or expressions of any sort ) ‎did not come easy for hakuno kishinami. ‎no change to the young woman's demeanor as she merely continued to stare at the other master ‎/ ‎ fellow ghost girl ‎ —— ‎ other than a softening gaze, ‎the hazel hues of her eyes seeming especially warm. ‎though without an expression on her delicate features, ‎her hand slowly lifts to—

unprompted, ‎always accepting !! ‎ ‎ ‎ @divineslcyer ‎♡

❛ ‎ ‎...oh my. ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ attention is immediately caught ! ‎ ‎ that much was clear in how hazel hues lingered upon the dessert a tad bit longer than necessary. ‎( it looks ... ‎ yummy ... ) ‎yes, ‎this sweet aroma would have surely enticed anyone to snatch it away ‎ —— ‎though, ‎does mishil know just what she may have gotten herself into with this little heist, ‎she wonders... ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎i've told you of how naggy archer can be, ‎ haven't i ? ‎ ‎you may be risking a lifetime sentence of scolding with this stunt, ‎you know. ‎ ‎ ❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that's how it felt like, ‎anyway; ‎ though this was speech purposefully imbued with just a touch of dramatics.

barely a reaction from the doll-like girl, who merely looks at chaldea's master. peculiar, that's what these two were. ( the girl who wasn't quite human, and the one who wanted to befriend her nonetheless )

where most would've likely retracted their hand, having gotten over the initial curiosity — a thing which would've likely turned into something else, as most weren't sure of what to make of this woman from the moon — after the first couple pokes, yuuki still kept at it. and in the end, it did garner a reaction from the brunette: a cant of her head as she wordlessly questioned why.

“ what is this... preparations for a tea party ? ” stupid, hakuno knew what this was already, not unfamiliar with a concept of sharing tea and snacks with another. still. that was a then on the moon ( back then when she still believed herself to be something — someone — a thing of worth ) , and now... now she was on earth ( with the knowledge that this is a place where she does not belong, with the knowledge that she is a lesser being / not even human ) . and yet...

hakuno peers at the other woman through the corner of her eyes, averts it when met with that eager looked she'd expected and with a sigh, she idly twirls at a lock of her brown hair.

she seemed a little flustered.

quick to make sense of the sack of potatoes treatment, ‎ it is accepted rather easily as well... ‎ were it a different individual, ‎ perhaps her petite self would've flailed about in a defiance, ‎but since it's enkidu— ‎ hakuno merely lays languid over them, ‎body almost becoming akin to a semi-solid kind of material with the way she purposefully relaxes; ‎ so as not to trouble the servant. ‎( distantly, ‎hakuno tries to recall her weight. ‎would she be straining them too hard with this, ‎ she wonders... )

still, ‎it cannot be denied that this situation is... ‎ odd !!

“ ‎ ‎— i understand that you may have some confusion, ‎perhaps my prior explanation was insufficient. ‎therefore, ‎i will say that, ‎ generally speaking, ‎those women are to be treated delicately. ‎they are held and carried in the in a way that is... ‎ well— ‎ ‎ ” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ not like this !! ‎ ‎it feels a tad bit cruel to hurl that last phrase at them though, ‎ when it seems like they're being earnest in their intentions. ‎so despite her honesty, ‎the words shall remain only in her head. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “ ‎ ‎ there is a lot behind it, ‎ which i don't fully comprehend either, ‎i must admit. ‎ ‎”

“ ‎ ‎ ...i will say though, ‎i merely thought the concept to be endearing. ‎ ‎” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ saying this as if defending herself, ‎ rosy lips purse almost in a pout. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ ‎ ‎it's not like i wished to partake in it myself. ‎ ‎”

Tanba then briefly transforms into a crow, flies over to a nearby table, and then transforms back into himself, where he can be seen sitting cross legged ON the table (because why sit on chairs like a normal person).

"Secondly, BIG secondly, I've been meaning to ask, did a servant by the name of 'Nobunaga' ever get summoned to this little moon party of ours up here? If they did, would you know where they are?" Tanba, still bubbly and smiling, summons and begins spinning around one of his golden blades."I just wanna talk with them!"

sharp senses are quick to act ‎ — ‎ immediately turning around at the slight sense of a presence behind her. ‎with the storm of feathers of tanba's arrival, ‎an arm instinctively raises to cover herself; not that that was needed. ‎( not to mention, ‎she doubt it'd be all that bad. ‎feathers are soft, ‎ so to get hit by one must be... ‎ probably pleasant. ‎maybe. ) ‎a mere look is what is then given in response to servant's form, ‎the only sign of a response from the moon's master being the shift of weight from one leg to another.

hello-oo hello-oo, ‎ha-ku-noo... ‎ that's the first she's ever heard of that greeting. ‎it's not bad— ‎ rather, ‎ quite refreshing in terms of tune and originality. ‎ and the use of her name as well, ‎ not just master but hakuno.

“ ‎ ‎ ...heya heya, ‎ tanba. ‎ ‎” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ it's not as sing-songy as his. ‎ still spoken in the same calm monotone of her regular speaking voice, ‎ but an effort was made to mimic his rhythmn scheme ! ‎ ‎just as he's used her name, ‎she'd use his own true name as well. a nod to the heroic spirit is given too, ‎her own much more subdued method of showing enthusiasm to the other's presence.

the sudden barrage of compliments do take her aback though, ‎ much much more than his own sudden appearance. her back straightens unconsciously in response, ‎legs closed together in a more formal pose as her arms follow suit with hands overlapping each other in a polite ladylike pose. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ ‎ ‎uh, ‎ ‎” and yet, ‎a demure ‎ ( —odd !! ) ‎sound leaves her before she could contain it, ‎ and with his over the top show of being a... ‎ papparazzi of some sorts, ‎hakuno felt the need to join in on the act.

such was done with a hand raised with a peace sign, ‎contrasting in such a peculiar way with her still deadpan face. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “ ‎ ‎ thank you. ‎i don't know what that definitive hakuno experience is— ‎ ‎ ” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ not knowing herself ‎ / ‎ or just why elegant, ‎pretty and powerful would be used as descriptors for herself. ‎ah, ‎ well. ‎ she knows she hid her pitiful pathetic self away from others. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “ ‎ ‎ ‎—if you think of me that way though, ‎ i'm glad. ‎ ‎ ” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ even if the sentiment doesn't make itself shown on her face, ‎ it's hinted in the subtle inflection of her voice.

for all her regal appearance, ‎she doesn't scold nor chastise the assassin for his showy way of sitting though. ‎ and for as graceful and proper as she is, ‎ hakuno kishinami is a free spirit that held a great value to freedom and one's own free will. ‎ that being said, ‎it'd be reckless to have that slip into a fatal permissiveness. ‎ ‎ ‎ “ ‎ ‎whatever unresolved business you have with nobunaga is yours, ‎ but i ask that you think about your reason to— ‎ talk with them. ‎ ‎” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎should the two seek a battle, ‎ then she'd respect their wishes; ‎ but should the two put themselves in danger for no good reason, ‎ then she ought to intervene. ‎ ‎it was as simple as that, ‎really.

a curious hum follows, gaze settling on the golden blade. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ ‎ ‎are you fighting with hatred or anger, ‎ i wonder. ‎ ‎ ” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that, ‎ she felt was the most important question to this. ‎while she knew of the history between momochi tanba and oda nobunaga ‎ — ‎ along with the history of many others, ‎ the master having a great knowledge of the myths and legends and tales of old ‎— ‎that didn't give her the insight of their own personal feelings. ‎at the very least, ‎she hoped that tanba could properly understand that. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “ ‎ ‎and to answer your questions... ‎ ‎”

still stoic-faced, ‎hakuno purposely assumes a thinking pose ‎ ( it's a pose she quite frequents when in deep thought though, ‎actually ) . ‎a few seconds pass, ‎ and her closed hand uncurls to allow a slender digit to rest by the curve of her chin. ‎ she turns to tanba then and simply answers:

“ ‎ ‎ it's a secret. ☆ ‎ ‎”

“ ‎ ‎... ‎ ‎ ” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ how pretty. ‎such was the first thought of hers as her gaze met jeanne's own sharp hues ‎— ‎but the first few seconds of mutual staring ‎( and perhaps admiring on the master's part, ‎drinking in the sight of striking gold in the other's eyes ) ‎ is broken with a curious tilt of her head as hakuno ponders just why the servant would be doing so in the first place. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “ ‎ ‎ is there... ‎something on my face ? ‎ ‎” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎feeling a tad self conscious all of sudden, ‎a small hand comes to lightly touch at her porcelain cheek. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ ‎ ‎you've been staring at me quite intensely, ‎avenger. really, ‎‎any more and you might just shoot a laserbeam through me. ‎ ‎”

saying this, ‎both hands now frame that delicate face as though in fear ‎ ( though really she was just teasing ) ‎—— ‎ it's a perfect mimic of edvard munch's the scream ! ‎...well, ‎an attempt was made, ‎ at least. ‎in truth, ‎ her face was as neutral as always.

Name: Gilgamesh . For you mongrel, address me as your king.

Age: That is none of your concerns.

Do you like to cuddle?: You cannot touch me

Can we make-out?: Again, you cannot touch me

A night in or dinner out?: Depends on my mood.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: I do not need to eat (any is fine, but she'll have to feed them to him)

What makes you a good Valentine?: I am perfect and absolute. That is all you need to know, and most probably, what your brain can process.

Would you cook for me?: A king does not cook for his subordinates

Would you let me cook for you?: No. The possibility that you may end up burning everything down to a crisp leads me to decline.

/(IAMSOSORRYTHISISABSOLUTELYTERRIBLELYNNYPOO)

i'm snailass !

“ ‎ ‎...interesting application, ‎my king. ‎ ‎ ” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sarcasm drips heavy with evey word. ‎seriously... ‎what is that ?! ‎ ‎like an invitation made just to say ‎‘ you are not invited ‎’, ‎ that was what that felt like here ! ‎ ‎hakuno is smart enough to know not to rip up the application so as not to invoke the king's wrath ‎— ‎ but is certainly threading a fine line by carelessly tossing it aside; ‎ a purposeful action, ‎she'd usually handle any kind of object with more care.

feigning a troubled look ‎ ( though really it was just a fraction of a furrow to her brow ), ‎the young woman sighs. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “ ‎ ‎ however, ‎it is to my great displeasure to announce that your submission has been denied. ‎better luck next time ? ‎ ‎” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎perhaps gilgamesh could sense it, ‎though, ‎the fact that she was not at all upset by that news. ‎the opposite, ‎actually ! ‎ ‎ because, ‎that means she can dooo this—!

her shoulder bumps his in a show of peculiar affection. ‎ encouragement, ‎maybe ? ‎ ‎ or just an act done out of spite ? ‎ ‎in any case, ‎it's a small fufu of a chuckle that leaves her, ‎and she remains propped up next to him like this. ‎shoulder to shoulder.