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[protegge]

[the chorus of blondie's CALL ME, sung extremely poorly but with great enthusiasm]

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[protegge]

[It feels like his chest is full to bursting with how cute she is, and how proud he is of her. Not that he isn't always, but God, she's cute. And — proud of herself, he thinks, which makes him so, so happy.]

[Once the spin is concluded, he plants a loud kiss on her cheek. Smeck.]

You kicked ass! 'Cause you're legendary!

[Legendary! Legendary girl!]

[hxppythxughts]

[Her laughter becomes giddy and a little dopey as he lays that big ol' smooch on her cheek. Though she's back on the ground now, she's still raised slightly on the balls of her feet with excitement, her hands resting on his shoulders.] Ehehe~ Well— [She reaches up to boop his nose.] I did have my biggest fan cheering me on!

[protegge]

[He's been booped . . . Startling slightly backwards, he squeezes her tight around the middle to make sure she doesn't topple over as he regains his balance. But then he grins, blinding and wide, because hell yeah he's her biggest fan.]

I supercharged ya!

[By yelling.]

You were already a Determined Bowmaiden, though. Nice of somebody to finally notice!

[hxppythxughts]

Aww, c'mon. [That's the full extent of the argument she can put up, though. She knows this is not up for debate to him.] It's kinda like a cute joke too, isn't it? Because I've got a bow—

[She gestures to the bow for shooting.] —and a bow! [And then to the one on her hat!]

1/?

[protegge]

You—

[protegge]

[Holy shit.]

[She's right. She does.]

[He stares at her, awed. This is . . . the best thing ever.]

fin.

[protegge]

[And then, grabbing her by the hand, he begins to tug her fiercely towards the Reclaimers' quarters.]

C'mon, I gotta do something real quick while I'm thinking about it. It's real important.

[let's go let's go let's go]

[hxppythxughts]

[?!?!?!

She's very confused, but she senses an adventure. So confusion is quickly forgotten in favor of excitement, crushed with a bright grin and a laugh.] Is it gonna be a surprise?

[protegge]

Hell yeah!

[So many hell yeahs today.]

[In fact, that reminds him—]

I'll carry you if you promise not to poke my eye out with that thing.

[hxppythxughts]

[A gasp.

She closes her other hand around his to resume supercookie handholding and gives it an assuring squeeze.] I promise I'll be careful!!

[protegge]

[He grins. Squeezes her hand right back. And just alley-oops her up into his arms, because fuck yeah. A spectral hand pops up to give her a rousing high five and pat on the head.]

[Then he's off. Booking it back to his room, where he knows Ferran has . . . An Art Supply.]

[hxppythxughts]

[She slings her bow and quiver over the arm she lifts to high five the mage hand, and makes sure they hang well out of poking range for this trip!! She uses the other arm to hang onto him, though she probably doesn't need to. Not like he'd ever drop her.

After a moment, she must speak the truth.] This is the best thing ever.

[protegge]

Yeah?

[He grins at her, loopy with inspiration and pure dumb joy. Good, he thinks. She deserves it.]

Maybe I should carry you everywhere today. 'Cause you were victorious.

[hxppythxughts]

[Another amazed gasp.] Really?

That's total princess treatment! [It all makes sense!!!] I'd definitely have to put my bow down though. [While she's fine carrying it like this for the time being, it is definitely interfering with prime coziness here.]

[protegge]

Well, you're a princess, dork.

[This has been his grand design all this time. Obviously!]

You can put it down when we get back. And then I'm gonna do this thing real quick and then I'll carry you everywhere, right? Here—

[He turns the corner, and there's the room. Jogging up to the door, he doesn't quite kick it in, but there is definitely some leg action in the way he turns the handle with his elbow, then hipthrusts-heelnudges the door open. Yeah!!]

[Sayori gets lightly dumped on the bed while he starts digging fiercely through Ferran's stuff. What is even happening.]

[hxppythxughts]

[She is, admittedly, a somewhat sweaty princess; defeating 800 kobolds will do that to you. She flushes in a pleased way anyway, even if he called her a dork in the same breath.

But the door trick! So flexible, so innovative!! She's sufficiently impressed with it. She sets her bow and quiver aside once she's on the bed and watches him, uh...] Isn't that Ferran's stuff?

[???]

[protegge]

[Sometimes princesses are sweaty, okay? Girls poop and princesses sweat. And are dorks. After a few more moments digging, he pulls out some blank paper and a pack of markers with a loud a-ha!]

Yeah, so?

[He's not familiar with the concept of asking before he takes things, unfortunately. Sitting on the floor, back to Ferran's bed, he uncaps one of the markers with his teeth.]

Guhwuh yu— [Wait, crap. He spits the cap into his lap.] Gimme like five, okay? [Time for . . . Art.]

[hxppythxughts]

[Speak that truth.

Sayori leans slightly to peer into Ferran's stuff and try to get a better idea of where Mista pulled these supplies from, but she's very quickly distracted by the sounds of drawing.]

...

[Wait. He said this was a surprise.]

Should I close my eyes?

[protegge]

Close your eyes!

[AHHHH SAYORI]

[He covers his face briefly with the pad of paper, on some kind of logic probably. Who knows what.]

[hxppythxughts]

Eep!!

[FLINGS HER HANDS OVER HER EYES]

Okay, okay, they're closed!

[protegge]

Okay, okay . . .

[Okay. It begins.]

[Unfortunately, it's not a terribly interactive process. Mista seems very focused on his Vision, whatever it is. Fortunately, it seems to go pretty quickly. Possessed by Inspiration as he is, there is some intense scribbling for a minute or two before he lets out a gusty sigh and slaps the marker down on the floor (with no respect for other people's things, again).]

A'ight. It's done. You ready to see?

[hxppythxughts]

[Sayori dutifully keeps her hands over her eyes........most of this time.

She does peek through her fingers a little, but only to be nosy about the personal objects in the bedroom, and also to look fondly at where the New New Aspen ornament hangs. Terrible.

Anyway. She pretends to have not been doing this and nods fiercely.] Yeah! Super ready!

[protegge]

Okay.

[Entirely having forgotten the fact that he's bad at art, buoyed by his own excitement, he flips his (Ferran's) pad over to reveal . . .]

[A masterwork.]

Whaddya think?

1/4 here we go again

[hxppythxughts]

[A GASP.]

2/4

[hxppythxughts]

[She stands up.]