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[erschlagen]

“Only call me if you need me!
If not, then PISS OFF before I get angry!”

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[erschlagen]

[Three minutes passed much slower than it should. Criminally so. Rosen kept glancing towards the door while clearing off the tables nearby. While he was doing his best to look as inconspicuous as possible, it was nearly impossible. The man is hilariously impatient but thankfully he managed to wait it out long enough to slip back there without much of a hitch.]

I don’t think anyone noticed. [He mumbles as he closes the door behind him.] Even if they did, I would just kick them in the teeth at this point–

[The comment dies on his tongue the second he sees Saya wearing nothing but that oversized jacket of hers and a pair of cute little stockings and heels. Rosen stares at her for a long moment, his eyes wide with surprise at this striking beauty standing before him. It seems he’s not the only one who likes to wander around without a shirt. Rosen can tell she isn’t wearing much under there.]

I didn’t think I would get a one-man show.

[He chuckles but quickly his laughter ceases once he notices the marks upon her body. Are those…tattoos? Rosen doesn’t recall her possessing any tattoos the last time they met, so maybe they’re new? Or maybe he just didn’t pay attention since—*ahem*. Whichever the case, Rosen is honestly a little surprised to see one of his iconic little red butterflies tattooed upon the nape of her neck.]

…Saya.

[A smile graces his lips as he inches over towards her.]

Like it? I…love it.

[He whispers while gently tracing his finger over the butterfly’s wings.]

[sangreine]

You could get most any show you ask for out of me. [ She pauses, chuckles, and adds, ] Depending on how you ask.

[ She has a certain weakness for those who ask with certain niceties after all. ]

[ She is still while he takes it in, traces the butterfly's delicate fiery wings. It seems he understands at least some of the honor this is intended to be. The ones she carries with her are the ones she loves most, those who she'll be most desperate to remember if she should sleep and forget them. ]

[ Finally, Saya turns her head just enough so he can see her face in profile, the fact that she's smiling. ]

Show me how much you love it.