“Oh non! Non, non!”
Eike’s eyes open wide, taken aback by the sheer disappointment in Vil’s sigh and the calm, over correction of his demeanour as he spoke.
“It is just…that is not the type of thing I would consider ‘training’…is all.”
A soft smile of her own.
“Oui. I —
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The mention of "normal girls" almost instantly made Vil sigh, crossing his arms. He wasn't angry— far from it; he just… Is used to hear stuff like that. It was a kind of normalized prejudice, rooted so deep into something so normal.
“ do tell me. why would that make you—
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“It means you do not look well.”
Eike replied, a light pout of her lips.
“Like…you are not yourself?”
A step closer.
“Are you yourself, or are you un serpent déguisé en pieuvre?”
" Jamil san did? . . "
A pause, as he seemed to be thinking, hues piercing at the Hunt.
" And what precisely does he require?. You see, ingredients do not just come for free. Besides, would he need anything i am sure he would fetch it himse ..- hm?. What was that?."
“Non.”
A shake of her head.
“I have heard no rumors.”
This seems the be the thing she is denying, not what said rumor is inferring.
“Do you often listen to rumors, Champignon Pourri? That is not a good source for correct intel.”
" No? "
He parroted with a simple smile. One, that could be mistaken for simple kindness and yet, more harbored behind that smile.
" My, perhaps those rumors may not be true after all?. . I see. "
Eike walks over and—oh. He is…really different when he is sleeping…
Eike recaps her water bottle and takes a seat beside him, just watching him sleep. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen him so…subdued. It’s strange and wonderful at the same time! She wonders if that is how —
. . . Oh this event is bound to turn ugly.
The eel had closed his hues, deciding to settle for a nap and in the process, had not spotted the silent Huntress. . .
“Oui. It suits you well, non? For you are neither and both, and often change what you must be for others.”
Eike looked nervous when she first said it, but after hearing that they didn’t mind the nickname, it seems she had a smile on her face.
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camélé.
the word rings in their head as they search for a meaning within their french vocabulary, but a syllable seems to be missing.
" camélé . . . as in short for caméléon ? "
in a way, yuri could see where eike's trail of thought came from, and, in a way,
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