[It's almost in complete silence that Junpei leads Tamamo out of the lounge. The walk to his room, luckily, isn't that far and even with the servant latched onto his arm he's taking his free hand and digging in the pocket of his jeans to find his clamshell. His duffle bag is over one shoulder and he's maneuvering to open the door.
The room, thankfully, lacks his two new roomies. Once inside he shuts the door though and looks down at her again.
There's a thoughtfulness to his expression that wasn't there previously.]
Are you good with this? [Privacy, he means. He's gauging her behavior for a sec now that they're alone.]
[Privacy is fine. It means Tamamo can let her hair down, so to speak.
Because once they're in the room, she releases his arm, such a casual motion that contradicts how tightly she held him up to this point. Her eyes, golden like a sunset, have slitted like a feline]
But of course, Master.
[Still using that title without irony.]
I'm quite eager to discuss the particulars with you. How such a man with no knowledge of Heroic Spirits would agree to my terms this easily.
[There is only one reason Junpei still lives, and it's because Illumi talked some sense into her.
So it's not quite a blood hound on the loose, prowling the hallways in search of a wayward Master -- just a slightly miffed Servant whose eyes are cut dark and irritated once she finds the man she's looking for. She'll take him in with a glance, his demeanor and pale face, before briskly turning him around]
Master~ ♥ My room is in this direction.
[Does he have kids for roommates? Because they're not gonna want to hear the dressing down she's about to give this fool]
[This dumb lost bitch is trying to go back to his room, but he hears Tamamo suddenly. He has no idea why she's looking for him or what she thinks, but there's a slow blink as he turns around and finds himself being forced to follow along. She can probably see he looks a little rumpled and smell the faint scent of alcohol, but he's trying to understand.]
Uh. Okay? [If she thought he'd have something else to say, well. Rip.]
[...well. At some point, Junpei drags his sorry ass across the hotel and up to the second floor, making his way to Tamamo's room. The morning was busy, people are dead, and he's lost track of Carlos who is missing and may or may not be missing a dick. Typical Friday.
He looks at the door for a second, but after a bit of stalling he knocks. Hewwo??]
[She wasn't around for the investigation, and so news has been slow to reach her ears -- even still, Tamamo's expression is reserved when she opens the door to her room, unsurprised by Junpei's presence.
Without a word she moves, granting him access. She'll wait until the door is closed before she speaks]
Tamamo battles within herself for a half-hour after the incident, curled out of sight until the shudders subside and her teeth stop chattering. Enough, she tells herself. There is work to be done. Important above all else is her contract, and there is no better way to prove her allegiance than to share what she knows with her Master.
He'll hear a knock on her door late that night, her eyes drawn to the side and the woman uncharacteristically quiet.]
[The knock surprises him, but he's up and opening the door. He takes one look at her, pausing before stepping aside to let her in. He doesn't immediately say "what's wrong", but he gives her a considering look.]
[Well he just watched his beef march off to the panthouse so he's not doing great! She finds him in the lounge in a corner and he lets her take the ice cream, not really giving it a second look.]
Yeah. I know. [This time it's his turn for his voice to sound clinical and empty.] So what do we do?
[At some point on Sunday, Junpei finds his way wandering back to Tamamo's room. He's moving slowly and sort of dazed, scrolling through his clamshell before slipping it back into his pocket when he approaches.
The knocking isn't frantic, but it's just two solid thuds of his knuckles on the wood as he waits for her to open the door. They have a lot to discuss, after all.]
[For once, Tamamo doesn't look particularly energetic when Junpei comes calling. She'll open the door a sliver, noting who is on the other side, and then step to the side so he can enter.]
Well.
[Huffing a little, arms folded. She knows damn well what they need to discuss, but opts to start fussing instead]
[At some point on Tuesday, Junpei will track down Tamamo and knock on her door. It's...kind of embarrassing, maybe, that they tried to take the next step and sleep together, but it ended with Junpei practically falling asleep instead. The nap at the end was comfortable, but now a few days later he's a man with a mission.
Whenever she answers the door, she'll see that a.) he's acquired a new leather jacket from the boutique, probably and b.) he looks freshly showered and perfectly awake. He's also leaning on the doorframe with a slight smile and also a pint of ice cream in his hand. Hello.]
I'm locking Zero out of you room for the next couple of hours. Are you good with that? [Look. He's determined not to fuck up this time? It's fine.]
Truth be told, Tamamo was going to mercilessly tease him for the jacket -- which he looks damn good in but he doesn't need to know this right off the bat -- but then her eyes snap to the ice cream, then snap to how he's leaned against the doorframe, and finally snap up to his face]
-- Pffftt!
[Ah shit. No Tamamo don't be mean. He's trying! And this is actually adorable.
... God, she just wants to bully him]
Is the ice cream for before, or after? I'm curious as to what your plan was, Master~
Tamamo is not going to pretend to look anything less than displeased tonight -- a stark contrast to her overzealous nature during the trial. The moment Junpei opens his door--]
I hate dealing with demons.
[-- She also brought ice cream. Again. This is just going to be a Thing with her, apparently, as she proceeds to drag it over to the bed]
They always think they're clever and witty and one step ahead.
[He looks like he sort of wants to sleep forever, but when he opens the door he gives her a funny little grin before stepping aside. To the bed they go.]
For a while, that one was one step ahead. I had to work kinda fast.
[Late on Tuesday night, long after most of the ship's gone quiet, Junpei heads in from the deck of the ship and ventures up to the second floor of the ship. The walk to Tamamo's room is second nature by now and he hardly thinks about where he's going. It's check-in time, and though he checked in with her after her tryst with the demon, this is something different.
And so he knocks, cradling two iced coffees in his arms. Somehow he's trained himself to bringing Tamamo offerings no matter what.]
[This late at night? It better only be Junpei, frankly, which is why Tamamo opens the door with a piercing expression, nodding once and then opening the door to allow him entry.
She snatches that coffee right up, too. Offerings for the fox goddess, plz and thank u]
[She'll give him a good couple of hours to himself before she starts hunting, and eventually finds on the second floor lounge, likely huddled in a corner that will spare him company if no one is looking.
-- With a bottle of alcohol likely in her hand. If he doesn't want it, trust her, she'll drink it in its entirety; it's that kind of evening.
... She doesn't really say anything to him upon approach. Just places the bottom on the table and slides it over to him.]
[She's not wrong. He's squirreled himself away far off so that he can be away from everyone and decompress and stop being as neutral about this as possible. It doesn't surprise him that Tamamo finds him. But the bottle slides across the table and he looks at it before looking away. It's that kind of evening, and yet...]
...it's rare for me to not want to be right about something.
[This is not the first time she's been caught spellbound over a trinket from her past, and it's why Tamamo does not bother resisting for long, when she spots a familiar scroll lying in the middle of the lounge.
-- She can even guess what memory is it, too. Perhaps that is why her feet quicken instead, hoping to grab the accursed thing off the floor before someone else interferes.
If she is correct, well then... it is not a memory that is worth sharing with anyone.]
[Junpei, of course, is in the lounge just to take a break and he's about to turn and say something when he sees Tamamo moving pretty fast. What the--]
Hey, Tamamo, what're you...? [And he doesn't even get to finish his sentence before her hand makes contact, the barrier sliding up over them and locking both of them in.] Damnit!
[At some point, Junpei can't keep watching. He lets Tamamo ask her questions, and while the party's going he approaches her (from the front this time, in case she goes feral) and looks at her quietly.]
...come with me?
[Upset foxwife deserves to be upset somewhere. Not here.]
[Directly after the exorcism, Junpei turns to grab a tub of ice cream and haul ass to Tamamo's room. He's not taking chances here and also that was a lot to witness? He knows Tamamo's a lot stronger than he is when it comes to a fight but it was still a difficult thing to watch.
He's about to knock, but he finds that the door's open os he just...enters the room.]
Though luckily finding Tamamo won't be difficult; the woman is holed up in a corner of the room, having gotten most of the goo off of her by wiping it clean with her kimono. Poor thing will either need to be washed a million times or thrown out entirely, from the looks of it.
But it's not a thought that seems to be on Tamamo's mind. There's a sheet covering her, already stained with her injuries, and the woman's expression is glazed and distant. Her expression on the pale side.
[On Monday, Junpei's walking over to Tamamo's room and he'll go ahead and knock. Once she opens the door, however, he breezily steps in to make sure Zero's out before kicking the door closed behind him.]
[Oh she notes that he closed the door behind him and unloads all of her aggression into one of the bed pillows by punching it-- which she shouldn't be doing anyway because stitches but whatever]
This is an outrage! I'm too tired to do half the things on my list! What if I just want to nap all day, huh!? I've already killed one demon, I dare them to send another after me--!!
[She's probably been in and out of his room a couple of times since Wednesday night, no longer than Junpei can stand, of course, but always looking ready to pop him in the jaw for worrying her. Like damn, it's her job to be taking the bruises in this partnership?
She'll also come by Thursday, well before they can expect curfew to knock them off their feet.
They have... things to discuss.
... And she supposes there's a promise she must honor, but hey, can't stop a girl from hoping he'll just forget, right?]
Master? Are you resting? Keep in mind there is only one correct answer!
[He was definitely passed out from the time they were found until about five in the morning on Thursday. He'd left the door open just enough to let people wander in and out as they pleased so that he could see them without exerting more effort than he had necessary, but he slowly ended up moving his way around the room. At some points he's in bed taking another nap. At others he's sitting on the couch with a notebook and reviewing things (or sleeping with his head tilted back and snoring quietly.) And at others, like now, he looks more alert than he has for most of the day and he blinks at Tamamo for the time being before he grins.]
Would you really beat a fatigued man even if I said no?
[So... despite the fact that the kitchen has blood trails going through it, that is where Junpei will eventually find Tamamo, if he's determined to speak with her.
And she won't notice him enter at first. Probably because she's surrounded by all sorts of bowls and ingredients, an obvious sign of cooking. Someone does not care that this was once a crime scene, apparently.
With her arms are folded and her back to him, Tamamo faces the oven instead, her foot tapping with irritation the longer she stares]
[He had come here initially to find someone else, but when he sees Tamamo...he almost turns around and leaves. Except, like, at the same time he knows he can't avoid her forever. So he watches her for a moment, mirroring her stance from behind before...]
[He's getting some coffee because he almost feels completely back to normal, except he's walking back to his own room with a cup and Tamamo's suddenly dragging him away with a surprised, startled yell.]
Make-up sex isn't necessary, you know! [Shut up, Junpei. It's probably a joke but also he's definitely letting her drag him along.]
[She'll have to find him somewhere on the ship because he's in hiding mode at the moment to decompress and try to figure out a solution. This means that when Tamamo finds him, he's sitting on the floor in the library with a book that he doesn't seem to be reading. There are black stains on his hands and his face that'll probably disappear in a few days, red flannel shirt loosely fitted over his frame and cat tail curved behind him.
He doesn't say anything either, if only because his eyes go directly to her tails to count them. Hello, wife.]
[Tamamo may have restrained herself earlier, but that doesn't change how she likely left a concerned Master along with some concerned associates over the state of her temper.
And she meant it -- this is not a night to carelessly approach her.
... It's at least a different story if she's the one doing the approaching, and she'll knock on the door to his room with her shoulder. Because she has. Iced coffee in her hands? Maybe a tribute-apology? Or maybe she just wanted something other than ice cream and she remembers that time Junpei shoved an ice coffee in her hands.]
[He's had some time to calm down, debrief with some others and just take a few moments to himself. Hearing the familiar voice through the door, he's getting up though and opening said-door to look at her.
He looks like he's showered and he's...dressed for bed? Sort of. He's in pajama pants and a t-shirt and he blinks at her carefully before stepping aside to let her in.]
Hey. Come in. [He eyes the coffee curiously but he knows better than to take without asking.]
[Well. He opens the door after a few moments and stares at her wordlessly, giving her a brief glance before he bows his head and steps aside to let her in.]
Everything okay? [But even his voice sounds a little uneven.]
... Honestly he should not be surprised Tamamo is coming in for her post-investigation check-up. It's fine, it's cool. Her expression is thin like she's sporting a headache]
[So after a while, when things have settled, Junpei goes to seek out someone important. Instead of ice cream or iced coffee today he has two cups of something warm and sugary as he approaches her room first. He'll knock with his left shoulder, taking mind of his damaged right arm. Hewwo?]
[She is so used to being the one knocking on Junpei's door that Tamamo is a little surprised upon opening hers, expression briefly worn and tired before she perks up immediately.]
Master -- you should be resting.
[Looking pointedly at that arm?
But she also moves to the side because her complaints are for show and they both know it.]
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W0, FRIDAY;
The room, thankfully, lacks his two new roomies. Once inside he shuts the door though and looks down at her again.
There's a thoughtfulness to his expression that wasn't there previously.]
Are you good with this? [Privacy, he means. He's gauging her behavior for a sec now that they're alone.]
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Because once they're in the room, she releases his arm, such a casual motion that contradicts how tightly she held him up to this point. Her eyes, golden like a sunset, have slitted like a feline]
But of course, Master.
[Still using that title without irony.]
I'm quite eager to discuss the particulars with you. How such a man with no knowledge of Heroic Spirits would agree to my terms this easily.
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So it's not quite a blood hound on the loose, prowling the hallways in search of a wayward Master -- just a slightly miffed Servant whose eyes are cut dark and irritated once she finds the man she's looking for. She'll take him in with a glance, his demeanor and pale face, before briskly turning him around]
Master~ ♥ My room is in this direction.
[Does he have kids for roommates? Because they're not gonna want to hear the dressing down she's about to give this fool]
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Uh. Okay? [If she thought he'd have something else to say, well. Rip.]
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W0, Friday Post-Investigation
He looks at the door for a second, but after a bit of stalling he knocks. Hewwo??]
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Without a word she moves, granting him access. She'll wait until the door is closed before she speaks]
Who among us is dead?
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W0, FRIDAY POST-INVESTIGATION
Tamamo battles within herself for a half-hour after the incident, curled out of sight until the shudders subside and her teeth stop chattering. Enough, she tells herself. There is work to be done. Important above all else is her contract, and there is no better way to prove her allegiance than to share what she knows with her Master.
He'll hear a knock on her door late that night, her eyes drawn to the side and the woman uncharacteristically quiet.]
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...what's up?
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W0, POST-TRIAL -- NEVERMIND THIS IS ON HOLD UNTIL I KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON, I'm CRYING
And she brings with her an entire tub of fudge ice cream, just dropping it straight onto the nearest surface]
We have a problem.
[Excuse her as she elegantly opens this tub and drives a spoon right into the middle, her expression grave]
If that girl truly summoned a demon, we've already hit one of our worst-case scenarios.
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Yeah. I know. [This time it's his turn for his voice to sound clinical and empty.] So what do we do?
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The knocking isn't frantic, but it's just two solid thuds of his knuckles on the wood as he waits for her to open the door. They have a lot to discuss, after all.]
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Well.
[Huffing a little, arms folded. She knows damn well what they need to discuss, but opts to start fussing instead]
Master, it doesn't look like you got any sleep.
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W1, TUESDAY;
Whenever she answers the door, she'll see that a.) he's acquired a new leather jacket from the boutique, probably and b.) he looks freshly showered and perfectly awake. He's also leaning on the doorframe with a slight smile and also a pint of ice cream in his hand. Hello.]
I'm locking Zero out of you room for the next couple of hours. Are you good with that? [Look. He's determined not to fuck up this time? It's fine.]
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Truth be told, Tamamo was going to mercilessly tease him for the jacket -- which he looks damn good in but he doesn't need to know this right off the bat -- but then her eyes snap to the ice cream, then snap to how he's leaned against the doorframe, and finally snap up to his face]
-- Pffftt!
[Ah shit. No Tamamo don't be mean. He's trying! And this is actually adorable.
... God, she just wants to bully him]
Is the ice cream for before, or after? I'm curious as to what your plan was, Master~
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W1, POST TRIAL
Tamamo is not going to pretend to look anything less than displeased tonight -- a stark contrast to her overzealous nature during the trial. The moment Junpei opens his door--]
I hate dealing with demons.
[-- She also brought ice cream. Again. This is just going to be a Thing with her, apparently, as she proceeds to drag it over to the bed]
They always think they're clever and witty and one step ahead.
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For a while, that one was one step ahead. I had to work kinda fast.
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W2, Late Tuesday Night;
And so he knocks, cradling two iced coffees in his arms. Somehow he's trained himself to bringing Tamamo offerings no matter what.]
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She snatches that coffee right up, too. Offerings for the fox goddess, plz and thank u]
Hmm, trying to expand my horizons, are we?
[She notes it's not ice cream]
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W2, POST-TRIAL;
-- With a bottle of alcohol likely in her hand. If he doesn't want it, trust her, she'll drink it in its entirety; it's that kind of evening.
... She doesn't really say anything to him upon approach. Just places the bottom on the table and slides it over to him.]
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...it's rare for me to not want to be right about something.
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-- She can even guess what memory is it, too. Perhaps that is why her feet quicken instead, hoping to grab the accursed thing off the floor before someone else interferes.
If she is correct, well then... it is not a memory that is worth sharing with anyone.]
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Hey, Tamamo, what're you...? [And he doesn't even get to finish his sentence before her hand makes contact, the barrier sliding up over them and locking both of them in.] Damnit!
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...come with me?
[Upset foxwife deserves to be upset somewhere. Not here.]
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At some point she realizes she's just standing there, staring through Junpei, and with no reason to disobey him...
The woman just nods and follows silently, expression remaining blank.]
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He's about to knock, but he finds that the door's open os he just...enters the room.]
...hey, Tamamo? You here?
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Though luckily finding Tamamo won't be difficult; the woman is holed up in a corner of the room, having gotten most of the goo off of her by wiping it clean with her kimono. Poor thing will either need to be washed a million times or thrown out entirely, from the looks of it.
But it's not a thought that seems to be on Tamamo's mind. There's a sheet covering her, already stained with her injuries, and the woman's expression is glazed and distant. Her expression on the pale side.
She looks... traumatized]
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Have you looked at your clamshell lately?
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[Oh she notes that he closed the door behind him and unloads all of her aggression into one of the bed pillows by punching it-- which she shouldn't be doing anyway because stitches but whatever]
This is an outrage! I'm too tired to do half the things on my list! What if I just want to nap all day, huh!? I've already killed one demon, I dare them to send another after me--!!
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She'll also come by Thursday, well before they can expect curfew to knock them off their feet.
They have... things to discuss.
... And she supposes there's a promise she must honor, but hey, can't stop a girl from hoping he'll just forget, right?]
Master? Are you resting? Keep in mind there is only one correct answer!
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Would you really beat a fatigued man even if I said no?
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And she won't notice him enter at first. Probably because she's surrounded by all sorts of bowls and ingredients, an obvious sign of cooking. Someone does not care that this was once a crime scene, apparently.
With her arms are folded and her back to him, Tamamo faces the oven instead, her foot tapping with irritation the longer she stares]
Does it really take this long for them to bake?
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What're you doing?
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By a hand wrapped around his collar as Tamamo unceremoniously yanks him away and down the hallway]
You, me. The bedroom. Right this instant.
[CHOP CHOP HUSBANDO]
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Make-up sex isn't necessary, you know! [Shut up, Junpei. It's probably a joke but also he's definitely letting her drag him along.]
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So naturally it's time to track down her Master wherever he is, expression pinched with concern.
She... probably ain't even gonna say anything, just immediately start glancing him over from head to toe for injuries]
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He doesn't say anything either, if only because his eyes go directly to her tails to count them. Hello, wife.]
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W5, FRIDAY
It's more like the heavy thunk of a body slamming into it, and a keening cry on the other side.
... Wanna get that, Junpei? Surely it's fine.]
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W6, TUESDAY;
And she meant it -- this is not a night to carelessly approach her.
... It's at least a different story if she's the one doing the approaching, and she'll knock on the door to his room with her shoulder. Because she has. Iced coffee in her hands? Maybe a tribute-apology? Or maybe she just wanted something other than ice cream and she remembers that time Junpei shoved an ice coffee in her hands.]
Master, are you there?
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He looks like he's showered and he's...dressed for bed? Sort of. He's in pajama pants and a t-shirt and he blinks at her carefully before stepping aside to let her in.]
Hey. Come in. [He eyes the coffee curiously but he knows better than to take without asking.]
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W6, WEDNESDAY;
No bribes or tributes today, just Tamamo with a flat, uneven expression on her face]
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Everything okay? [But even his voice sounds a little uneven.]
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W6, FRIDAY;
... Honestly he should not be surprised Tamamo is coming in for her post-investigation check-up. It's fine, it's cool. Her expression is thin like she's sporting a headache]
Just a moment of your time, Master.
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Alright. A moment of his time it is. He stifles a cough in his throat but otherwise seems to stare right through her. It's fine.]
...what's up?
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W6, SATURDAY;
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Master -- you should be resting.
[Looking pointedly at that arm?
But she also moves to the side because her complaints are for show and they both know it.]
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