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[parallelbladeworks]

[ somewhere out there, someone had magically slotted these two in a closet. who? when in doubt, blame Zelretch. or something. nevertheless, this Emiya Shirou is ending up looking rather confused at ending up here. of course, he's in a yukata now and not his torn shirt, but. . . still. the other person in the closet might be able to notice the whole 'there's something different about this Shirou' ordeal.

and something something aphrodisiacs. ]

Who--? [ his mind's a bit groggy, mind you, but he tries his best to speak. it's a bit dark in this closet so he can't exactly tell who else is in here. might as well wait for them to speak up and figure out if they're friend or foe. ]

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[steelmyself]

[ Friend or foe? Well, the moment this man (taller than him!) shifts, the moment he opens his mouth, everything about him radiates enemy. ]

Who do you think?

[ He sounds both disgusted and resigned--oh, and a little embarrassed. ]

[parallelbladeworks]

[ he doesn't recognize the voice. perhaps because this Emiya Shirou has never heard it. but the tone of his voice screams that he's a dangerous person to be around, so he remains wary. ]

I don't recognize your voice, so hell if I know.