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    He stares, maybe a second longer than what was considered “polite.”  There’s something that makes him raise an eyebrow at the visitor but he pushes it aside since he’s certain it was him overthinking once again.  As for his request, he steps aside from the door to allow the other in and gestures with his head to come in.  

Someone got caught practicing his dual-wielding in the woods after the crew members sent for a mission in the nearby village had dinner. Was Gran embarrassed Lancelot caught him mid one-liner while practicing his techniques? No actually, isn't he was happy to see the knight! "How do you manage to look all cool and majestic while fighting? Percival and Katalina have their own versions of it, but you can pull it off while using /two/ swords. I can't study you mid-battle, so mind telling me? "

unprompted || Always Accepting (feel free to turn into threads)!

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      As Captain of the Order of the White Dragons certain habits have made themselves commonplace in his daily routine, even while temporarily traveling with the Grandcypher’s crew on a mission of joint interest, and he found himself patrolling the nearby area after returning from scouting and a warm meal with a handful of crew members. Hands resting casually on the hilts of his blades he walked - grass giving way beneath boots that clanked softly against the earth. Armor ratting lightly with each step he took, but it was hushed by the distant buzz of cicadas as twilight began to settle in, painting verdant leaves a pale orange against sunset skies. Monsters in these parts weren’t uncommon so doing away with any that lingered too close to their base of operations would only be beneficial to the mission as a whole, but they seemed oddly quiet tonight - he hadn’t run into a single once since entering the woods. While that was hardly a bad thing, he couldn’t help but find it strange. Lips worry into a frown until the sound of rustling leaves and a familiar voice caught his attention - was that...? As if on cue, he heard the Captain utter a valiant and comical one-liner as he came into view that brought a grin to the knight’s features as he stepped into the meager clearing the other was practicing in. 

      It seems the other harbors little shame in the act, turning to face him easily as Lancelot halts a few paces from the other to give him enough room to continue training if he so wishes. But comments earn a raised brow. “Cool and majestic?” He almost stammers. “You give me far too much credit,” he’s quick to deny the compliment, a goodhearted laugh trembling against his throat at the outlandish remark. He’d never dare to use such words to describe himself, though he supposes they’ve been tossed his way more than once for reasons he can’t quite wrap his head around. The new recruits were always quick to assign such words to him, and they always felt out of place. Didn’t they suit someone like Siegfried better? That man was the very image of ‘cool and majestic’ and he couldn’t compare himself to the former Captain. He shakes his head to dismiss the thought. Percival and Katalina, as mentioned, fit the description as well. 

      “I don’t mind instructing you, but I’ll warn you that I won’t hold back.” He’s trained his fair share of new recruits, after all. No matter how kind or dutiful he presents himself to be, he can be a rather strict teacher. A habit perhaps, if he doesn’t place care into their training, after all, they might very well become fodder for violent monsters and he would rather avoid such a thing when possible. Memories of such events still serve as a driving force in his desire to protect his homeland and those who are far less fortunate than the wealthier citizens who reside within the safety of the Capital where knights line every street corner and are able to act at a moment’s notice. 

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What sort of scents and sounds does Saria find appealing?

the fragile scent of sunlight after the rain, a fresh cup of coffee after staying awake for a couple of nights straight, the scent her arts leaves when she uses her personal stamp to sign a document, warm sheets in the morning as light hits it just right, an simple lunchbox prepared by herself.

the sound of someone sleeping peacefully beside her, the beating of their heart, a certain child’s laughter - without malice nor originum clouding her mind, intellectual discussion - even if she’s not participating, the scratching of a pen as notes are jotted down. 

Which are aggravating?

loud sounds - the soft click of the hammer of a gun, piercing screams, the cries of someone close to her. the snap of a marker being uncapped and the inky sound as it smears itself onto a white board, the sickening snap of bone. insistent arrogant tones. yelling and screaming, the beating against her chest.

the scent of someone burning, ifrit’s special curry, cigarette smoke, dust after a battle, an uncontrolled flame, something that wasn’t supposed to explode.

Does she have any that make her feel nostalgic?

same as the appealing ones, but also the scent of antiseptic, the scent of something burning. cigarette smoke, midnight fog, sharp steel.

the hustle and bustle of a working lab, the excitable chatter and quirkiness of those working, the sharp sound of electricity traveling down an uncovered wire, the mechanical whirling of the drones, the sound her arts makes as it cuts through the air, meebos winding back up - and exploding, hushed tones mixed with laughter.

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He was in the middle of a coffee break,as he lifted his cup to his lips he felt a squeeze on his tiny wings he almost jumped out of his seat.He turned around and saw the captain squeezing his wings he smiled.”Ah Danchou I see you you’re enjoying yourself.”

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        "Singularity? What seems to be the matter?" Lucio asks curiously as he looks towards his captain's face. He seems to be completely unfazed by the fact that he is currently being held like a princess in Gran's strong arms, his legs and body completely lifted in the air in a way unlike when he spread his wings in battle. Despite the captain's intentions being a mystery to him, he worries whether the other will be able to properly support his weight. In response, he wraps his arms around Gran's neck as a preventative measure.

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 2. A kiss on the cheek