Their problem was more important. With tension drained from his body, Shirou plucked a cup from the cupboard.
"Oh, right. Need anything to drink? I've still got teabags."
Not nearly as refreshing as what is on the floor, but it'll do. ...Geez, he'll have to replace that later.
"A-A window?"
The answer was like water to the face. After all, it made perfect sense. The household's air conditioning was good during the summer. Too good.
It getting chilly was commonplace, anyone could've cracked open a window for fresh heat.
The Faerie King's smile went for miles. Not an ounce of ill intent radiated from him, but kindness and composure. Far from anything a home invader would have.
" . . . But, again, if you want me out then I'll head out. It's your home after all. "
Something about him just didn't add up. But even with common sense pointing toward suspicion, the redhead pushed that aside with an exhale. It didn't matter.
"...No, you're fine. It must've been important if you barged in, right? Make yourself comfortable, I'll hear you out."
His trip from the kitchen to the dining room was as ordinary as ever. In his hand held a pot with freshly brewed tea.
A calming drink, something that'd serve as fuel to close out this normal summer morning.
But only the trip was natural.
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" Well . . . this is kind of embarrassing. Hmm, what to do about this . . . "
Like a dazzling summer daydream, the Fairy King โธบ as if seemingly born from fiction, stood before the youth with a puzzled expression.
"Crash here..? No, how did you even get in anyway?! Did Fuji-Nee forget to lock the front door?!"
His voice yelled out from the kitchen. It's not like he was terrified. Far from it.
The bounded field around the home didn't sound off, so this guy couldn't have meant harm.
"...Phew." A sigh of relief escaped under his breath. Was it concern for the bunnies or her touch weighing off his shoulder?
Whatever it was, it was short-lived. Once Boudica's smile blossomed, his inched into view, as if that moment of pain was only an illusion.
Her hand withdraws after sensing his body being at ease. Boudica did not force anything, for it will do no good to revive those earlier feelings. โA hunt but not a ki//ing. It is a key difference to note. One can look at it as training. The feat of capturing the hare aliveโ
Besides, as much as it pained him to admit, his body gained rust. The second he could use magic reliably enough, the focus has always been his craft.
How long has it been since he sweat it out at the dojo for a change?