( closed ) always expect the unexpected

[dereban]

[ This was not as planned. Definitely not as planned. That much was evident — especially since she had not been planning on summoning an actual person. All she did, really, was read a rumor on the 2ch boards (she knew that she shouldn't have trusted it, but her curiosity got the better of her) that she would be able to summon up her courage to confess and that it would have an immediate effect. And that effect was a definite yes from the person she liked. (Whose name was Emiya Shirou, someone who went to the same school as she did and was in the same year, but, well, didn't know her very well since they weren't in the same class.)

Inaba was not good with her feelings at all, especially not when it came to feelings of love.

She closed herself up, and kept to herself most of the time. Which was why she decided to give it a try, regardless of the fact that it probably wouldn't work. It was a simple task: all she had to do was draw a magic circle around her room and place her fingers between her legs, curiously, as she let out a heated sigh-- but then she saw the glow and then someone appeared. In her room.

While she was barely wearing anything (she was just in her lingerie, a lace black bra and underwear), staring at the intruder with dead eyes.

This was definitely not as planned.

And now she's been completely humiliated that she was seen masturbating by some... some stranger. ]

Comments

[swordboning]

I only need a t-shirt. I'll steal it if you can't afford that.

[dereban]

You're not stealing anything. [ Mostly because she's not going to deal with it. ] But you are going to owe me one.

[swordboning]

Ah, as your Servant, my debts are your debts. Owing you is fairly impossible, I think.

[dereban]

But as my Servant, I'm making it so you owe me one. And by that, I mean a favor that's worth as much as the shirt I'm getting you.

[swordboning]

I'm curious as to what kinds of values you're placing on these things. Well...?

[dereban]

You can go make me a sandwich. I haven't had lunch yet.

[swordboning]

What a waste. If you're going to ask for food, at least aim high.

[dereban]

What, are you planning on cooking for me, Archer? Because I don't mind that, either.

[swordboning]

I'd rather cook than make a simple sandwich. If I'm going to put effort into something, I'd rather not make it a waste of time.

[dereban]

Well, then you can go ahead and cook something. Kitchen's downstairs, to the right.

[swordboning]

Any preferences on what you'd like?

[To hopefully not destroy any diet she's on, at least.]

[dereban]

Something light is fine-- but what can you cook?

[swordboning]

I can make just about anything. So don't get shy about it.

[dereban]

Anything? What about grilled salmon over rice with some miso? I'm pretty sure we should have the ingredients for it.

[swordboning]

[He shrugs, huffs, and heads out the door. If that's her idea of somewhat difficult, then he's scared to see what is actually hard.

Give him a bit, gal.]

[dereban]

[ Hey, she's not going to eat something heavy, Archer... but she keeps herself in her room for a bit, rather patient. Might as well play some eroges while he's cooking.

She's bored. ]

[swordboning]

[Lewd.

Still lewd when Archer shows up with all the requested food on a tray.]

I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

[dereban]

[ NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN. ]

Y, You're not! At all!

[swordboning]

[IT'S ALL HER FAULT!!

Setting the tray at her desk though.]

Do you always have sex on the mind?

[dereban]

Not all the time. Besides, I play the game for the plot. [ She'll take a sip of the miso soup, though. ]

This is good, by the way.

[swordboning]

I'm sure you do. [Yeah, from the tone of his voice, he totally didn't believe that.]

You're welcome.

[He doesn't need a thanks. But he does take a seat on the couch again, making himself comfortable.]

[dereban]

... You sure sound like you believe me. [ Her voice is dripping with sarcasm. ]

But I'm surprised. You really are good at cooking.

[swordboning]

I'm more surprised that you wouldn't know that.

[Having a huge crush on a guy but not knowing he can cook. Get with it, Inaba.]

mfw i failed at html hardcore

[dereban]

I'm not a stalker. That's creepy. [ She knew about his reputation and the kind of person he was, but not about something as simple as the fact that he cooked... She's turning pale out of shame, honest. ]

mfw i punch your face

[swordboning]

You don't have to be a stalker to get to know someone.