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Post by Astolfo on Apr 5, 2016 16:35:56 GMT
"Yes yes, you’re right! You have to show your whole body, right? Maybe you should make something like that next! I’d love to see a, uh, work of art like that!” cheered Astolfo, easily dragged along by Nero’s own passions; albeit now somewhat distracted by the rest of her form. "Ooh, your shoulder-thingies are very fancy too… though, is your hair supposed to be twangy like that? Do you comb it like that? It’s fun, though!”
Hesitating a bit as he finally remembered his situation, Astolfo jolted a bit - "O-Oh, but I should hurry off to the medical bay! Thank you for saving me from the cold! And being in pain! I think!” cheered Astolfo again, bouncing around from foot to foot before his newfound… ‘friend’. "My name is Astolfo, by the way! Not the greatest swordsman in the world, but the most ENTHUSIASTIC! I’ll catch you again soon, I hope! Don’t be a stranger! Though you are sort of a stranger! Oh well!”
While about to hurry off, the pink-haired paladin would finally realise comprehend his position in traditional niceties. "Oh, um; what’s your name? I can always get your room number later, so… that’d be everything I need! I’ll take you out on a date later then, promise! Pinky promise!” chirped the boy eagerly, spinning on the spot before leaning forward slightly in the traditional pose of any coy schoolgirl worthy of her mantle. "Unless you wanna catch me first~”
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Post by Nero on Apr 9, 2016 0:57:51 GMT
"Umu! My hair is just naturally like that!" Nero declared proudly. "Ah yes! You appear to be fine but it would be prudent to get checked just in case! It is most pleasant to meet you young Astolfo!"
Waving rather enthusiastically as the pink-haired girl scurried off, the red-clad Saber shouted after him, "I am Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, the fifth Emperor of Rome! As we are friends, you may call me Nero! I was given quarters number 666, so you may find me there!"
Ignoring, or rather blissfully unaware, of the significance in Christianity, Nero was very pleased to find out such a number had been associated with her name, at that Chaldea had both insight and had been accommodating enough to give her that room. With a grand flourish, the Roman Emperor turned about and marched back into the ensuing chaos surrounding the new 'building entrance', eager to continue her self tour.
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