Saya Minatsuki

[... His barely-there confidence in this is already slipping away.]

C-Can I ask you something?

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[....... cuuuuuuuuuuuuuute. ;;]

Shoot.

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[His question might change your view on that. :|]

So... with Matthew and what he was doing—I mean—before all this happened—that's—

[COHERENCY, HE HAS LOST IT. Full sentences, right.]

DoyouthinkIshouldaskifwecantryagain?

[... Okay, so coherency is still lost. In multiple ways.]

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[... what are you talking about, that is still unbelievably adorable. FIGHTING OFF A SMILE, FIGHTING OFF A SMILE.

Lost that battle.]

Well, it's hardly like he's got a busy schedule.

It may help. And if you don't mind, I'll stick around to see if I can pick up anything, too.

[And y'know, keep Matthew from being too much of a jerk.]

... you need me to ask him for you?

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[If he'd managed to string it together properly, I mean. :|

... And wow, she understood him! Good, this means he doesn't have to ask outright, because that'd just be embarrassing.]

Well, I was planning on doing it when I saw him on Christmas, but...

[Just giving him a gift kind of took all his courage. :D;]

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[STILL CUTE.]

Heh, right. Don't sweat it. You can drop by the apartment some time if you need to.

Or I can play messenger since... well, you know. [A handwave. Kind of at his apartment.] Your pick, Billy.

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[SHUT UP.

He's quiet for a few moments.]

... Would it make me a coward if I said I'd prefer if you asked?

[Because he remembers what Enjin said, and it, well, bothers him—especially since he knows it's kind of true.]

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Considering that Matthew's kind of a jerk at times and I highly doubt you're in the mood for any more mockery?

Nope.

But if you'd feel better asking him yourself, just come over or I could hand the SFC to him.

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[Siiiiiiiilence]

... Could you hand the SFC to him?

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[Aaaand he takes it when he's called over (he doesn't eavesdrop on all of her conversations, alright), and grins.]

Did you need something?

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[alaskdjlaskdas

Confidence. Confidence. Confidence. He had plenty back home—so all he needs to do is summon that.

He takes in a breath, before looking at Matthew in the eye through the SFC.]

... The knife you gave me—I want to learn how to use it. Better, I mean.

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[And...a smile. He approves a lot. Well done, Billy.]

Then we'll give it another try. Once every other day; overworking your body won't help.

Are you ready to start? If you are, I'd say tomorrow would be a good day for it.

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[There's a faint smile on his face as he nods.]

Tomorrow works for me.

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Tomorrow it is, then. 11 in the morning. I'm sure it would be better to eat after you work that hard, rather than before.

[And he glances at Saya.]

I assume you'll be coming?

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Don't you hear how much Vatheon apparently needs me to keep you in line?

Of course I'm going. But don't expect me to skip out on breakfast.

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Got it. Where at, then?

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We can meet in the center plaza. That will be easiest, I'm sure.

[A glance at Saya.]

Because being well-behaved will be sure to please our captors, right.

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I don't care about them, I care about the poor souls that spend time with you like Billy.

Need I remind you how this set-up nearly ended up last time?

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[Firmly—]

It'll work better this time.

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I'd say so too.

[A grin at Saya.]

See? I'm not a terrible person. Have more faith.

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I never said anything about terrible.

But I'm glad that the two of you are finally seeing eye to eye.

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[alsdksaldj why did you have to make this even more awkward Saya.]

T-That's... um...

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