[someone's angry about last fate/zero episode]

[godsholder]

That man! How could he do something like that to him? I don't care what personality was he wearing as shell at the time. Angra is still Angra! He suffered enough! [Protective of her Servant, isn't she? How could you choke him and break his heart, Emiya Kiritsugu? You said you would accept him, you lying cheat.]

I know that wish result was awful, mundane. [A sigh. Karen and she know him better than anyone.] There were other ways to reject it without harming my Avenger.

[Not to mention her wish was granted without world destroying consequences. What now?]

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[godsholder]

[Ah...what?]

I don't... I don't go sniffing people to answer you.

[puppy_lancer]

No I mean, that stench, it was like it bypassed your nostrils to go straight to your brain. Like...like...like nothing in this world could surpass it. And it sends shivers right down my spine and not the good kind. I guess if evil had a scent, that would be it. Not kidding: I could probably smell it from a good distance away.

[At least he hadn't been around it so long that it would get stuck in his nostrils.]

Maybe it's a Servant thing...

[godsholder]

Nothing like that. [She blinks a little. Kotomine's coat smelled to wine sometimes, but she never thought about it when they met in missions and were in the run for their lives.] I hope I don't 'stink' to evil because of my choice of acquaintances.

[puppy_lancer]

Hold on.

[And then he takes several deep whiffs of the air around them.]

Nope. You don't stink. In fact, you smell rather...nice.

[godsholder]

Ah...

[He's actually sniffing? Her reply is pragmatic.]

It must be my shampoo.

[Or the soap. Modern people shower, Lancer.]

[puppy_lancer]

[It was a habit he had managed to pick up during his years filling in for Culann's dog. He had slowly grown out of it, to the point that it was no longer a habit for his thirty year old self. But at twenty years old, he still felt inclined to do it now and then.]

Are you sure it's not a natural fragrance? It would match your pretty face.

[Back to flirting again.]

[godsholder]

[Was it absolutely necessary to say that, Lancer? She looks embarrassed.]

I'm sure. Sweat doesn't smell as good.

[puppy_lancer]

Oh, I don't know. Some peoples' sweat smells better than others. I'm okay with burying my face in a girl's sweaty hair, but when the other guys at Emain Macha start sweating, I just wanna throw them in a river.

[He's just gonna see how far he can push this.]

[godsholder]

If you don't mind, I would rather not talk about whether or not sweat is appealing.

[puppy_lancer]

Oh? Then do you want to talk about whether or not your fashion sense is appealing?

[godsholder]

My fashion sense is a lifesaver in my job. That's what matters. We can't wear a real armor like the knights of the past in this era.

[Defensive over her choices.]

Although it'll be nice if I could.

How long before he gets punched?

[puppy_lancer]

I wouldn't mind seeing you in armor.

...Especially if it flatters your figure like your suit does.

unless he gropes, not really.

[godsholder]

...Ah.

[He's actually flirting!]

L-Lancer! [Crosses her arms, self concious.] Those are unnecessary remarks. Stop them.

[puppy_lancer]

[Did you expect him not to flirt?]

What's unnecessary about appreciating a woman's beauty?