[ Is Sen's type fuccbois... if so, she's doomed. Here she is, having summoned the patron saint of fuccbois. Napoleon "I'll Flirt With You Until I Die" Bonaparte.
That said... oh no, cute. If Sen is trying to be sneaky, she's failing... even for someone who approaches relationships with all the subtlety of a guy slamming into glass doors to break them open, her posturing is obvious.
He laughs under his breath, refraining from commenting for once in his life. She is his Master, after all, and he's not here to embarrass her (too much). He'll have plenty of opportunities to unleash hell later...
...aka, now. ]
—Ooh la la! So this is a motorbike, eh? [ Thank you, convenient Grail knowledge, for endowing him with basic proficiency in modern inventions. ] Ahh, it's a little small, don't you think? Am I going to fit on it?
[ Uh oh ]
Hmm, if this were a horse, you could sit between my legs... [ napOLEON ]
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That said... oh no, cute. If Sen is trying to be sneaky, she's failing... even for someone who approaches relationships with all the subtlety of a guy slamming into glass doors to break them open, her posturing is obvious.
He laughs under his breath, refraining from commenting for once in his life. She is his Master, after all, and he's not here to embarrass her (too much). He'll have plenty of opportunities to unleash hell later...
...aka, now. ]
—Ooh la la! So this is a motorbike, eh? [ Thank you, convenient Grail knowledge, for endowing him with basic proficiency in modern inventions. ] Ahh, it's a little small, don't you think? Am I going to fit on it?
[ Uh oh ]
Hmm, if this were a horse, you could sit between my legs... [ napOLEON ]