[ 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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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.]