just this once, everybody lives!

[sageprincess]

Characters: Everyone.
Setting: Anywhere.
Format: Party style.
Summary: Post-Ex Machina catch-all mingle.
Warnings: See individual threads.

[After a long, drawn out battle, the infiltration team returns to the residential portion of the Tower, weary, battered... but victorious. Some catching up is in order.]

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[bowandblade]

[Even if she bats at his hand, it does little to actually make him stop advancing to tweak her nose. And keep his fingers there.]

Why? Do you wish to hear what trickles down from the Throne? How your legend sounds on the lips of others?

[He peers at her face, his own catlike eyes narrow.]

[athousandcurses]

I am just wondering how much you know about me.

[She peers back, stone-faced as much as she can be with his fingers on her nose; a carefully practiced look, used for years on misbehaving children.

At least she isn't gearing up to slap him this time.]

You still do not have my permission...

[bowandblade]

[He does nothing more than hold on to Grainne's nose, speaking nonchalantly as if he is not in fact making their entire conversation ridiculous simply with the placement of his hand.]

I know your name.

[Really, what else did he need to know?]

[athousandcurses]

[Grainne crosses her eyes to look at his hand on her nose better, then lifts her chin to adjust the angle... Opening her mouth this time is definitely not for more talk; her tongue pops out and...

Liiiiick!

She is secretly five.]

[bowandblade]

[......

If he wasn't a hero with a history of carnal interests, the lick might have been considered shocking or disgusting.

But now? From her? To him?

He laughs, releasing Grainne's nose so he can drop his hands to his hips and toss his head back.]

What a ridiculous girl you are.

[athousandcurses]

[Well, not exactly what she was going for. Grainne looks at him with a seriously unamused expression, but something in her eyes puts the lie to it. Like she might be enjoying herself. Might.]

I was wrong before. You are no man; you are an equally ridiculous boy.

[Strange how she is not denying being ridiculous. Pot, kettle.

The gold cup that materialized behind her just hovers for a moment, as if she's unsure what exactly she wants to do with it now.]

Now I'm not sure if you're interested or just teasing me.

[bowandblade]

[Unaware of the gold cup materialized behind Grainne, Gilgamesh continues to lean over the other Servant, the laughter beginning to fade from his lips.]

How many different things have you called me now? Ridiculous boy, perverted brat. And yet you are not running away.

[He gives no hint of an answer to Grainne's latter comment, simply crowding over her as if he could smother her with his presence in the middle of a lounge room.]

[athousandcurses]

[Grainne just stares back at him, still wearing that unamused look.]

Why would I? I have lived my most of my life around crass, dangerous men... I fear I might be a little desensitized. And I am a Caster. I can handle whatever you throw at me.

[bowandblade]

[He has to laugh at that, though it's at least a fairly short laugh.]

You want to say something like that to someone who was designated Servant Archer?

[athousandcurses]

[Grainne stands her ground, but smiles slightly.]

It is a pity you weren't summoned as Saber. That would have been a little more difficult for me to handle.