uproared: (have to stop saying)
(tips midriff-exposing fedora) m'dred ([personal profile] uproared) wrote in [community profile] kenosooc 2023-03-13 01:33 am (UTC)

[ Mordred freezes, and something shifts.

There's nothing magical about it, but a moment later, the two of them are alone together; the rest of the crowd instinctively moving away from the murderous feeling that permeates the air around Mordred like a poisonous miasma. She takes her time swallowing her food, staring at Rin as if daring her to say anything else... until she finally answers with an unreadable expression on her face. ]


This is my face. [ Defensive. Half lie, half truth, all complicated. ] Dammit... the mouse was one thing, but you've got no business recognizing me.

What's your deal, huh? You're not from Camelot, [ not a question, ] so does that mean you're a Master? If you lie, I'll kill you right here.

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