[Look it's right in her face. Anyway, he's...polite, so she will be polite back, and...well, he's trying! They say that sometimes a quiet girl needs a rather flamboyant man to bring balance in the universe.
She shakes her head.]
Then, I will call you as you are. Archer in front of others, and then--...
[She flushes as his lips brush her knuckles, and she's trying her best to regain her composure. She must remain as cool as possible despite being flustered, and so tries to straighten up, all red faced.]
N-napoleon, in private, together here. I mean! I can't believe I am meeting Napoleon.
[WHAT DREAMS IS HE FIGHTING FOR, THIS IS LIKE TODAY'S MENU AT EMIYA'S.]
A-anyway, my dreams are simple, so I don't think you'll need to fight...perhaps. [Actually thinking about it, could she get this soft beefy to hit France?]
Believe it. I'm right here, in front of your face.
—Not that I'm not drawn to shy women, too! Modesty is close to mystery.
[ A wink. How is he such a positive thinker about these things... at any rate, he lets go of Sen and gives her another once-over, smiling the entire time. ]
But what's this about not fighting? Isn't it a time of dire need for humanity right now?
[ He's gigantic. Big and tall and impossibly built, but he doesn't seem to think anything of it: his newfound stature is indicative of how important people think hope is to the continuing existence of the world, so he'll continue to be bara and proud, thanks.
Her observation about being drawn to mysterious women earns a blink, but it's followed with loud laughter. She's not wrong— he has a bad habit of falling head over heels for people who don't put themselves first. Sen seems like someone who keeps herself reserved for the benefit of others. ]
All women deserve love and affection, but you're making me curious.
[ A laugh, before he tips his head and leans in. ]
—Is that true, though? There's no good fight to fight? You called me here just to watch you do paperwork? Ooh la la...
[You know, she can believe this. He's big and strong and all the hope in this world falls on his bara chest. Amazing. She's also into it.
Can't believe they're literally each other's types so she is going to IGNORE THAT. MOSTLY.]
Curious about what? Whether or not I deserve love and affection because you may end up making an exception? After all, I am your designated master. Does Napoleon bend to smaller women? [Okay this ran away from her, that she quickly clears her throat.]
A-anyway! [And she even tries her best to remain unfazed as he leans closer.] I can always fight you whenever you are bored, but otherwise...you're free to live how you like. That also includes watching me do paperwork, and if you wish, spend time with me when I go through my day normally. I will allow it.
[ Oh, so now she's prickly?? Napoleon is going to laugh, because it's already cute that she's trying to be authoritative after she conceded to using his name in private; if she really didn't want to get to know him, she wouldn't be here trying to make him feel comfortable.
He can feel her flushing from here (like, a few inches away, honestly). It's hard to keep himself from reaching out to touch that blush, so he doesn't even bother.
Here's a big soft bara hand against her cheek. ]
I bend to fine women. Especially to see them better.
[ God, he's so French. ]
If you're gonna allow me to spend time with you, so be it! Now you're obligated to tell me what you do to enjoy yourself, maitre. A Servant has to know how his Master unwinds.
[She's (slightly) sorry that she's so hot and cold!! She's trying her best for him. She wants to know everything, hear his stories, what he likes and likes to do. Well, other than women. Haha.
Does she flinch? She doesn't, even after his soft bara hand (not yaoi hand) reaches out to her cheek. She doesn't move, except for a slight tilt of her neck, tempted to lean into his hand because of this magnetic pull he has. But she stops, just barely.
God, he's dangerous, and she could feel her blood rushing, from her head and even her chest.]
Find, then bend to me now. Because I will tell you exactly that. I like to watch television dramas, for one, or go on a motorcycle ride. There are others, but for now, I wish for you to pick one.
[ Napoleon makes it a point to devote himself to one woman per summoning, and his Master this time around is a great candidate thus far: reserved but passionate (he assumes), trying to play her role despite her misgivings. If he can get her to smile in the near future, shamelessly and without reservation, he'll consider it a win.
For now, he trails his palm up Sen's cheek and to the crown of her head, ruffling her hair once, twice. ]
—D'accord! Ahh, I can already tell that I'm gonna have a hard time saying no when you order me around. You want me to choose what I want us to do?
Let's go out, then! You probably already know this about me [ given how he died, given his last few weeks on earth ], but I hate being cooped inside. Staying in with a good book isn't bad, but my first few hours with you should be a tad more exciting, don't you think?
[Ahhhh she wants them to be equals, she had thought, but then the fact that he is French keeps riling her up in the strangest of ways. That she ends up wanting to boss him around and make some demands only because of how he has this way...he must be incredibly popular. No, he is because France loves him.
Iyaaaah, such as how he ruffles her hair, it's so endearing? She can't even admit that she likes it, although her face probably already tells him.]
I hope you realise that now you have admitted to that, I expect you to listen. [STOP BOSSING HIM AROUND JUST BECAUSE YOU FEEL LIKE HE'LL TEASE YOU WORSE!!!]
A-anyway, if that is your request, then let's do it. Come with me. [She holds out her hand, it's time to take his and let him have a wonderfully exciting re-introduction to life.] A book can wait, but the weather is nice outside, so I know exactly what you mean.
[ Listen, Ophelia (very very rightfully) treated him like garbage and he thought it was endearing (context is important), so the bossing around just registers as cute...
Besides, being summoned by a nation? Actually kind of amazing. Sen is the kind of entity that he's fought to save in life and death— there's no way he wouldn't be drawn to her.
So he takes her hand without question (his palm is big, dotted with calluses from holding weapons and the crushing weight of humanity), and squeezes. He doesn't hurt her with his grip, surprisingly enough. ]
Good weather, good company, and a good future relationship! You do know how to spoil a Servant. [ Here he goes, taking a step forward... and underestimating how big his stride is. Sorry for pulling a little, Sen. ] Let's make this a triumphant tour of your favorite places, mm? Show me off to your home— I'll allow it. [ As if he's still an emperor??? He's just kidding, though. ]
[THANK GOD THAT SHE'S NOT GOING TO TREAT HIM LIKE GARBAGE...but she will still boss him around so.
But really, he might find this amazing, she's just worried what would happen if Napoleon and France meet. A disaster waiting to happen. Two charismatic men...honestly he would be powerful as a Servant of France. And yet, here they are.
SHe wonders if he would prefer to be with France in the end.
Still, she takes his hand now he places it in hers, feeling the calluses of a man who worked and fought hard. It's rough, but in a way, that's just the way she likes it. Good yaoi hand.]
Perhaps I am trying to be good to you to lure you into a false sense of security. [She's joking--AHHH she needs to catch up so she speeds up her pace. Also he's not the boss, she is! WOW!] Fine! You will notice that my favourite places are very quiet.
Honestly, he would've been thrilled to be an actual Servant of France, but that matters very little in the grand scheme of things. If there's no War, if there's no actual world-ending disaster in the horizon, he's content to win the grander battle of making a good woman smile...
...which is why he looks over his shoulder and winks at Sen. What a nerd. ]
Haha! I'm willing to have my chain yanked a little bit, now and then. What kind of man would I be if I didn't let a beautiful woman lead me on from time to time, hm?
[ he's an M. ]
Lead on, lead on. I want to see the parts of this world that you're in love with.
[Good bara calluses that she likes to touch but will she tell him? Nope.
Can't believe that him being a fuccboi won in the end, which means he's truly a son of France. Unbelievable. But then will she tell him that too? No only because she hasn't realised it yet.
God, did he just wink at her? He's going to be a handful, she's sure. But...maybe it's not too bad, that someone is taking this by stride. Even if it's endless flirting. And prodding her to actually step on him.
She fiddles with the ends of her hair.]
I'll be gentle. [NOT WHAT SHE WANTED TO SAY.] I-I meant to say that...ah!! Never mind, quick let's just go. [She pulls him now, instead of him with her hand in his, and quickly takes him to her motorbike.
But mostly she needed to go in front of him just for a moment, just so he doesn't see the redness of her face.]
[ 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 ]
[It seems the type to DISTRESS HER are fuccbois, so here she is, doomed by having summoned the Ultimate Unliminted Flirt Works in this patron saint of fuccbois. Fuck the French. Well, not like that.
She's trying her best, and she thought she could fool him! But little does she know, and also little did she know what to expect. That is, he approaches her motorbike once again, with all the power in the world.]
Yes, this is a motorbike, and believe me, you can fit, you just need to--
[...Oh.]
A-ah...[Look, she was about to make a suggestion that she slide on behind her, but that also slots her between his legs. NOW SHE CAN'T SAY IT.]
[ Why don't you finish your sentence, Sen???????? Inquiring minds would like to know how exactly the two of them are going to fit on this motorcycle?????
Napoleon is curious and enamored by this cool-looking contraption, though, so he's going to park himself on the seat and test whether or not the thing in question can hold his weight. After a few seconds of adjusting and readjusting, he grins and pats the space between his legs. ]
[He knows what's going to happen. She is 100% sure he knows, and so she bites her tongue. He already seated on the motorcycle, giving it a bit of a shift since it looks like he's trying to get comfortable.
Yeah, it can hold your weight and size, Napoleon, she's sure...maybe it's a bit smaller than his horse and a large bike but...
She sure wishes that it was his horse, now.
ALSO HE'S JUST MAKING THIS WORSE.
FINE, if this is how he wants to play, she's going to show him! Except it's the only way to ride the bike, so there's no way she's showing him.
So she goes over, sliding herself between his legs before she crosses her leg across the seat and...effectively, tucks herself between his legs. She's tiny enough to slot herself into this space with relative ease, that she fits against his body annoyingly well.]
Since I am driving...yes. And you'd have to...hold on tight.
[ Isn't it just the worst, how she manages to slide right along the plane of his chest and fit there, as if he was made to close around her like an oversized blanket? Napoleon is a big, steady fixture along her back; for a dead man, he's astonishingly warm.
Napoleon will absolutely help. That is, he'll help himself to an armload of his Master, because he's been given permission to hang on.
Chin resting against Sen's hair, chest flush against Sen's shoulderblades. The former emperor of France decides, here and now, that motorcycles are a great invention. ]
[It absolutely is the worst, that she can fit in so closely, that with his arms wrapped around her so securely, that she even fits under the curve of his chin and all she can feel is the warmth of his chest, arms, legs. Just, everything around her and how comforting it is that she almost melts against him.
Thankfully, his voice had her snap out of it. Or it made things even worse. She's not even sure if she could drive them properly now.]
Yes...you really should not.
[She should not let him defeat her like this with his incessant flirting! Her hands reach for the handlebars, and she's ready to kick it to life.]
Because if you do, I don't know what I'd do with myself.
[For letting him get hurt? She's about to see how closely he can hold onto her now as she revs up the engines and tries to TURBO BOOST IT.]
[ The thing is, all Sen had to do was tell him to go into Spirit Form... or for him to suggest that he do that. His excuse is that he'd conveniently forgotten about that in the heat of the moment, which isn't a good excuse, but it also isn't a lie.
Shifting one last time to make himself comfortable, and Napoleon settles in for the long haul. Sen is small and compact and easy to hold— strong and vibrant under his arms. ]
Trust me, Maitre! As long as I'm here, I'll be by your side.
[ Leave it to him to be corny in situations that don't call for it... mercifully, Sen revvs the motors and kickstarts them in motion, cutting off any other cheesy speeches Napoleon has in his arsenal.
A sound between a whoa and an ooh, and Napoleon barks a laugh. ]
—Hahaha! This thing moves much faster than I thought! [ Even if she drives like a maniac... he doesn't seem to mind.... ] I like it!
[CAN'T BELIEVE HE FORGOT. She doesn't even know exactly that it was possible, she thought she had to lug him everywhere! Why was there no manual or rulebook on how to care for your Servant? Help.
And he's incorrigible, just constantly using every cheesy speech he could muster. Meanwhile, the engine was also unable to drown him out. Rather, he seems to be having fun.
At the same time, if he didn't have fun, she wasn't sure if they could get along. So...maybe this wasn't so bad? She even had to conceal a smile.]
Now aren't you glad that you are by my side for this?
[She's driving crazy on purpose, and it's absolutely liberating. Even if she does this completely wrapped up in the arms of a man who seems to be finding everything fun with her. So fine. She'll take the scenic route this time, and takes a detour.]
[ The world passes by him like a whirlwind, and Napoleon tips his head into the breeze like a dog with its head outside of a car window: gleeful, reckless, and exhilarated. If Sen wanted him to have a good time, she's already succeeded, tbh.
He tears his attention away from the sprawling scenery for long enough to catch that smile arching Sen's lips, and grins about it. What a promising beginning to what he hopes is an extended partnership. ]
'Glad' is an understatement. Looks like fate's still on my side, if this is the kind of good luck it's dishing out.
[ He hums under his breath (he's not much of a singer at all, whoops), and burrows his nose into Sen's hair. ]
Don't make me fall too wildly in love! I can't impress you if there's no war, and that's going to be the death of me.
[Can't believe she didn't even have to do much to let him have a good time, but that's just what she wanted. Sure, she didn't expect it to work this well, but the fact that it did? Well, she's having fun. She won't tell him, but she is.
So she drives, weaves through the bikes so that she can reach a stretch of road where she knows is much more empty, for them to speed off without a care. He has no war to fight, but doesn't mean he can't enjoy life just a little bit. There is a lot to learn in a modern world, especially for someone like Napoleon.]
This is only just the beginning. [She says, but she speaks no more, if only to listen to him attempt to hum--wait, what is this. Good thing she's concentrating on driving that she can't focus on how her heart just hammered in her chest just then as someone decides to make such bold proclamations.]
H-how am I...I mean...!! Y-you don't have to use war to impress me! [Oh.]
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She shakes her head.]
Then, I will call you as you are. Archer in front of others, and then--...
[She flushes as his lips brush her knuckles, and she's trying her best to regain her composure. She must remain as cool as possible despite being flustered, and so tries to straighten up, all red faced.]
N-napoleon, in private, together here. I mean! I can't believe I am meeting Napoleon.
[WHAT DREAMS IS HE FIGHTING FOR, THIS IS LIKE TODAY'S MENU AT EMIYA'S.]
A-anyway, my dreams are simple, so I don't think you'll need to fight...perhaps. [Actually thinking about it, could she get this soft beefy to hit France?]
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—Not that I'm not drawn to shy women, too! Modesty is close to mystery.
[ A wink. How is he such a positive thinker about these things... at any rate, he lets go of Sen and gives her another once-over, smiling the entire time. ]
But what's this about not fighting? Isn't it a time of dire need for humanity right now?
[ He's in for a rude awakening. ]
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[Isn't he massively tall? He's massively tall. And massive in general. His shirt can't even wrap around his chest.
SHE'S NOT SHY. Except she is and she knows it. She folds her hands in front of her after he lets go, trying her best to remain as composed. Again.]
S-so I am guessing you prefer mysterious women. [WAIT DON'T EVEN TALK ABOUT THAT.]
A-anyway...it's actually quite mundane, I would say. For those around us. The most battle I have to do is paperwork on my desk.
[Ah.]
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Her observation about being drawn to mysterious women earns a blink, but it's followed with loud laughter. She's not wrong— he has a bad habit of falling head over heels for people who don't put themselves first. Sen seems like someone who keeps herself reserved for the benefit of others. ]
All women deserve love and affection, but you're making me curious.
[ A laugh, before he tips his head and leans in. ]
—Is that true, though? There's no good fight to fight? You called me here just to watch you do paperwork? Ooh la la...
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Can't believe they're literally each other's types so she is going to IGNORE THAT. MOSTLY.]
Curious about what? Whether or not I deserve love and affection because you may end up making an exception? After all, I am your designated master. Does Napoleon bend to smaller women? [Okay this ran away from her, that she quickly clears her throat.]
A-anyway! [And she even tries her best to remain unfazed as he leans closer.] I can always fight you whenever you are bored, but otherwise...you're free to live how you like. That also includes watching me do paperwork, and if you wish, spend time with me when I go through my day normally. I will allow it.
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He can feel her flushing from here (like, a few inches away, honestly). It's hard to keep himself from reaching out to touch that blush, so he doesn't even bother.
Here's a big soft bara hand against her cheek. ]
I bend to fine women. Especially to see them better.
[ God, he's so French. ]
If you're gonna allow me to spend time with you, so be it! Now you're obligated to tell me what you do to enjoy yourself, maitre. A Servant has to know how his Master unwinds.
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Does she flinch? She doesn't, even after his soft bara hand (not yaoi hand) reaches out to her cheek. She doesn't move, except for a slight tilt of her neck, tempted to lean into his hand because of this magnetic pull he has. But she stops, just barely.
God, he's dangerous, and she could feel her blood rushing, from her head and even her chest.]
Find, then bend to me now. Because I will tell you exactly that. I like to watch television dramas, for one, or go on a motorcycle ride. There are others, but for now, I wish for you to pick one.
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For now, he trails his palm up Sen's cheek and to the crown of her head, ruffling her hair once, twice. ]
—D'accord! Ahh, I can already tell that I'm gonna have a hard time saying no when you order me around. You want me to choose what I want us to do?
Let's go out, then! You probably already know this about me [ given how he died, given his last few weeks on earth ], but I hate being cooped inside. Staying in with a good book isn't bad, but my first few hours with you should be a tad more exciting, don't you think?
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Iyaaaah, such as how he ruffles her hair, it's so endearing? She can't even admit that she likes it, although her face probably already tells him.]
I hope you realise that now you have admitted to that, I expect you to listen. [STOP BOSSING HIM AROUND JUST BECAUSE YOU FEEL LIKE HE'LL TEASE YOU WORSE!!!]
A-anyway, if that is your request, then let's do it. Come with me. [She holds out her hand, it's time to take his and let him have a wonderfully exciting re-introduction to life.] A book can wait, but the weather is nice outside, so I know exactly what you mean.
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Besides, being summoned by a nation? Actually kind of amazing. Sen is the kind of entity that he's fought to save in life and death— there's no way he wouldn't be drawn to her.
So he takes her hand without question (his palm is big, dotted with calluses from holding weapons and the crushing weight of humanity), and squeezes. He doesn't hurt her with his grip, surprisingly enough. ]
Good weather, good company, and a good future relationship! You do know how to spoil a Servant. [ Here he goes, taking a step forward... and underestimating how big his stride is. Sorry for pulling a little, Sen. ] Let's make this a triumphant tour of your favorite places, mm? Show me off to your home— I'll allow it. [ As if he's still an emperor??? He's just kidding, though. ]
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But really, he might find this amazing, she's just worried what would happen if Napoleon and France meet. A disaster waiting to happen. Two charismatic men...honestly he would be powerful as a Servant of France. And yet, here they are.
SHe wonders if he would prefer to be with France in the end.
Still, she takes his hand now he places it in hers, feeling the calluses of a man who worked and fought hard. It's rough, but in a way, that's just the way she likes it. Good yaoi hand.]
Perhaps I am trying to be good to you to lure you into a false sense of security. [She's joking--AHHH she needs to catch up so she speeds up her pace. Also he's not the boss, she is! WOW!] Fine! You will notice that my favourite places are very quiet.
[She likes scenery and alone time, probably.]
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Honestly, he would've been thrilled to be an actual Servant of France, but that matters very little in the grand scheme of things. If there's no War, if there's no actual world-ending disaster in the horizon, he's content to win the grander battle of making a good woman smile...
...which is why he looks over his shoulder and winks at Sen. What a nerd. ]
Haha! I'm willing to have my chain yanked a little bit, now and then. What kind of man would I be if I didn't let a beautiful woman lead me on from time to time, hm?
[ he's an M. ]
Lead on, lead on. I want to see the parts of this world that you're in love with.
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Can't believe that him being a fuccboi won in the end, which means he's truly a son of France. Unbelievable. But then will she tell him that too? No only because she hasn't realised it yet.
God, did he just wink at her? He's going to be a handful, she's sure. But...maybe it's not too bad, that someone is taking this by stride. Even if it's endless flirting. And prodding her to actually step on him.
She fiddles with the ends of her hair.]
I'll be gentle. [NOT WHAT SHE WANTED TO SAY.] I-I meant to say that...ah!! Never mind, quick let's just go. [She pulls him now, instead of him with her hand in his, and quickly takes him to her motorbike.
But mostly she needed to go in front of him just for a moment, just so he doesn't see the redness of her face.]
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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 ]
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She's trying her best, and she thought she could fool him! But little does she know, and also little did she know what to expect. That is, he approaches her motorbike once again, with all the power in the world.]
Yes, this is a motorbike, and believe me, you can fit, you just need to--
[...Oh.]
A-ah...[Look, she was about to make a suggestion that she slide on behind her, but that also slots her between his legs. NOW SHE CAN'T SAY IT.]
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[ Why don't you finish your sentence, Sen???????? Inquiring minds would like to know how exactly the two of them are going to fit on this motorcycle?????
Napoleon is curious and enamored by this cool-looking contraption, though, so he's going to park himself on the seat and test whether or not the thing in question can hold his weight. After a few seconds of adjusting and readjusting, he grins and pats the space between his legs. ]
Come on, come on. This is where you'd sit, no?
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Yeah, it can hold your weight and size, Napoleon, she's sure...maybe it's a bit smaller than his horse and a large bike but...
She sure wishes that it was his horse, now.
ALSO HE'S JUST MAKING THIS WORSE.
FINE, if this is how he wants to play, she's going to show him! Except it's the only way to ride the bike, so there's no way she's showing him.
So she goes over, sliding herself between his legs before she crosses her leg across the seat and...effectively, tucks herself between his legs. She's tiny enough to slot herself into this space with relative ease, that she fits against his body annoyingly well.]
Since I am driving...yes. And you'd have to...hold on tight.
[Help.]
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Napoleon will absolutely help. That is, he'll help himself to an armload of his Master, because he's been given permission to hang on.
Chin resting against Sen's hair, chest flush against Sen's shoulderblades. The former emperor of France decides, here and now, that motorcycles are a great invention. ]
D'accord. I'm not letting go.
[ stop him ]
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Thankfully, his voice had her snap out of it. Or it made things even worse. She's not even sure if she could drive them properly now.]
Yes...you really should not.
[She should not let him defeat her like this with his incessant flirting! Her hands reach for the handlebars, and she's ready to kick it to life.]
Because if you do, I don't know what I'd do with myself.
[For letting him get hurt? She's about to see how closely he can hold onto her now as she revs up the engines and tries to TURBO BOOST IT.]
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Shifting one last time to make himself comfortable, and Napoleon settles in for the long haul. Sen is small and compact and easy to hold— strong and vibrant under his arms. ]
Trust me, Maitre! As long as I'm here, I'll be by your side.
[ Leave it to him to be corny in situations that don't call for it... mercifully, Sen revvs the motors and kickstarts them in motion, cutting off any other cheesy speeches Napoleon has in his arsenal.
A sound between a whoa and an ooh, and Napoleon barks a laugh. ]
—Hahaha! This thing moves much faster than I thought! [ Even if she drives like a maniac... he doesn't seem to mind.... ] I like it!
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And he's incorrigible, just constantly using every cheesy speech he could muster. Meanwhile, the engine was also unable to drown him out. Rather, he seems to be having fun.
At the same time, if he didn't have fun, she wasn't sure if they could get along. So...maybe this wasn't so bad? She even had to conceal a smile.]
Now aren't you glad that you are by my side for this?
[She's driving crazy on purpose, and it's absolutely liberating. Even if she does this completely wrapped up in the arms of a man who seems to be finding everything fun with her. So fine. She'll take the scenic route this time, and takes a detour.]
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He tears his attention away from the sprawling scenery for long enough to catch that smile arching Sen's lips, and grins about it. What a promising beginning to what he hopes is an extended partnership. ]
'Glad' is an understatement. Looks like fate's still on my side, if this is the kind of good luck it's dishing out.
[ He hums under his breath (he's not much of a singer at all, whoops), and burrows his nose into Sen's hair. ]
Don't make me fall too wildly in love! I can't impress you if there's no war, and that's going to be the death of me.
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So she drives, weaves through the bikes so that she can reach a stretch of road where she knows is much more empty, for them to speed off without a care. He has no war to fight, but doesn't mean he can't enjoy life just a little bit. There is a lot to learn in a modern world, especially for someone like Napoleon.]
This is only just the beginning. [She says, but she speaks no more, if only to listen to him attempt to hum--wait, what is this. Good thing she's concentrating on driving that she can't focus on how her heart just hammered in her chest just then as someone decides to make such bold proclamations.]
H-how am I...I mean...!! Y-you don't have to use war to impress me! [Oh.]