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[ can he blame her, though, when every single interaction they've had hasn't always been sunshine and rainbows? not that she thinks he's a terrible person. just a little questionable, maybe, and with a few issues that are not surprising given the information she's managed to gather about him so far.

still, she pauses when he says her name in such a severe fashion, her surprised gaze flickering to his face. she opens her mouth to argue but closes it anyway, feeling flustered by his callout.

what a strange thing to feel. ]

... Am I not allowed to tease you all of a sudden? [ she huffs, shifting his gaze elsewhere. she can feel flowers slowly filling up her throat, their floral taste overwhelming her mouth. ] When you've been doing it since we've met?

[ whatever reasoning she may have had, it wouldn't have held it against her. whatever offense he discovers in it, he realized probably hinged on an impression he had somehow (mistakenly) given her. albeit, considering how they've met and their interactions thus far, he presumes such a "misunderstanding" could have easily fit in between their exchanges. but, despite thinking this, it does make him oddly aware of their proximity and their words shared so far.

maybe for the first time conscious of their interaction as what is was beyond just words. it's a strange sensation, one he purposely puts out of his mind, if just to huff out a small sigh. half in some self-reflected derision, and the other half in what can only be seen as ironic humor. ]

For the record, you were never allowed to. That could be seen as crimes against the crown, you know. [ but, as usual he's still not that serious. and then suddenly... he stops speaking altogether.

as if putting a final thought to his attempts thus far, he tries one last line. ] Can I take that to be a sign that you actually quite like me?

[ you know what, she has a lot of things to say to that, starting with (1)she's not his vassal, the rules don't apply to her, and (2)his title holds no water in these lands. but really, jokes are meant to be funny, and lumine can tell that no one's laughing, not even those passing by them and hearing this entire conversation. typical of their interactions, she thinks amusedly.

at his question, lumine pauses, inwardly wondering if she should indulge him since they're at this point already. but she can tell that he genuinely believes that her symptoms are alleviated by certain confessions, confessions that he should really save for the people he cares about.

if he has those, that is, in his life of constant paranoia and violence. besides, would it even work if ... she shakes her head. ]

I ... [ she pauses, goes through her thoughts very carefully. ] Suppose I do. I mean, I don't dislike you and think you're a terrible person. Just eccentric, I'd say.

[ a playful smile tugs at her lips. ] Since you're asking, does this mean you like me back?

[ perhaps, if callisto knew any sense of normalcy or the mundane, he could have so easily seen how strange this situation was. instead, he remains wholly ignorant to it all. though, whether it's part of his front or truly from his sense of confidence alone, no one could really say.

what he does know is that at least for a while, she seemed softer. maybe even a bit better. whether it is related to him or not, he supposes will remain a mystery, but he decides it was one that was not worth pursuing. if they both think she's a little better does that not fall to some hint of fact? even if it were some placebo effect, if it lessened her burdens even a little, he'd consider it a success. not that he would actually frame his thoughts in such a conductive mannner.

instead, he remains dogmatic and focused on her returned inquiry. he repeats, almost in tune with her. ] "I don't dislike you," is it? [ ... and he decides to leave it at that. a similar smile on his own lips. ]

It looks like I will have to call it quits here since it seems our princess seems so keen on destroying whatever good intentions I had.

[ she barely even notices it, the dissipating symptoms of her current disease. perhaps it's because of their exchange, the banter nothing different from their usual, or maybe what he's saying is true. that it's related to feelings and she feels comfortable with this kind of interaction with him.

... the lack of paimon's presence really is affecting her if this feels comfortable. then again, it's not like there's anyone else in this place she can tease and rib mercilessly. ]

On the contrary, I thought you'd appreciate me saying how I feel towards you.

[ like she really doesn't dislike him??? maybe her feelings even border on affection, but it's too soon to tell. ]

You didn't answer my question, though.

[ of course, this is the one time she latches onto the conversation. from all the times she seemed so keen in traversing onwards without him... which is why he says in a low voice, almost under his breath— ] Even though you always make such a face when we meet... [ a face like she ate shit, or so he'd say were he asked to clarify. not that he thinks that she heard him. which is fortunate.

still, he doesn't focus on that, instead he just sort of pauses, his eyes closing momentarily, before he responds in tune by simply turning on his heel. ]

I'll accept payment for the handkerchief at another time.

[ if she's heard his comment, she says nothing about it. he's not wrong anyway, and she's not about to deny his accusation. but can he blame her when their interactions have been prickly since the time they've gotten off the wrong foot?

in any case, lumine simply sighs at his very sulky reply, finally bending over to pick up the commission items she's dropped earlier, shaking the mud from them. ]

What payment are you looking for? If it's coin ...

[ she's currently tightfisted with money at the moment. so she doesn't know if it'll work. ]

... How about dinner, Your Highness? On me, of course. We can talk more about your feelings.

[ at her inquiry, he does stop in his tracks.

it isn't that he was feeling bitter or particularly resentful of their conversation. it was simply that he felt it was an opportune enough time to simply make his leave. maybe it was in consideration to her condition, perhaps he just wanted to physically escape from another conversation that would inevitably lead yet another woman to utter affectionate words, they'd only (and no sooner) decide to turn their backs on at a later time.

or... he just wanted to make some sort of point because despite how magnanimous or accomodating he believes he's been thus far, he is essentially a much pettier man than anyone could really expect. ... and more than he cares to actually display.

he seems rooted in place for a second too long, before he inevitably does turn back towards her. this time, also bending down, if to help pick up yet another item she may have missed in her efforts. his eyes focused on the item in hand, he barely turns it over to her, before: ] You...

[ a sigh. ]

I don't need any of that. [ a pause. ] What if I said I wanted a gift.

[ ngl, lumine was expecting him to walk away. ignore her offer because it's "below his status" or something, and then walk away. she didn't expect him to turn back around and started picking up the items with her, offering her the ones she missed. she thanks him quietly, offering him a faint but grateful smile.

ah, but there it is. she supposes his payment request isn't very unsurprising. a gift, is it?

still crouched on the ground, she looks up at him, her head tilted to one side in question and curiosity. if his request is going to be unreasonable, then she might as well ask right now so she can make preparations. ]

What kind of gift do you want?

[ wow??? despite being royalty, he only really leveraged it in petty threats he was not so serious about. or so he might have argued. after all, had he truly found something distasteful, he wasn't the sort who would have held back from taking actions into his own hands, unlike most quivering nobles. regardless, of what he would or wouldn't do, however, it seems clear that he doesn't seem to think much about helping her.

dusting off the last of her items, he stands back up. though a bit dirty, he does offer his hand out, as if to assist her. whether back up, or in carrying her items. ]

Isn't that for you to concern yourself with? [ honestly, he didn't care how menial the gift, but the idea that she would have to rack her brain about it... is enough for him. ] I will accept the thought you put into it as a token of your affection.

[ petty threats ... not so serious about ... all of their conversations have been pettiness incarnate!!!

lumine stares at him before her eyes flicker to his proffered hand, taking it a full minute later to tug herself back to her feet. that was a totally helpful hint on what he might want in return, thanks to callisto. she's almost tempted to give him something terrible as payment, but she's not very spiteful to do that. ]

You could at least give this poor girl a hint ...

[ a favorite food? something he likes to do? a hobby that doesn't include beheading people? ]

But fine, I'll do my best to find something suitable for your Highness.

[ if he only knew what she was thinking...

whether fortunate or unfortunate, it seems he is opting to remain in ignorant bliss. he has no doubt his words have only troubled her, but still, it was too entertaining to really retract his statements at this point.

as a crown prince, he never really coveted anything material before, but somehow he gets the impression something from her would be quite valuable in its own right. if anything, it seems like the gifts he receive end up saving his life somehow— first his mother's keepsake, then penelope's...

he's not sure why he thinks of this, but he decides he doesn't really want to dwell on it, and so he decisively stops. his brows furrow slightly as he attempts to reassess this feelings, before he gradually moves on. ]

Then, I'll be sure to keep my expectations high. [ there may or may not be a hint of a smile on his lips. ]

[ whether or not there's a smile on his lips, she can tell that he's finding amusement at her expense. but you know what, lumine's going to be nice and not call it out since he's been rather nice to her in the midst of her condition ... whose symptoms have miraculously disappeared since she's met him today.

it's a strange phenomenon, and something she's expected from that of a soulmate. but again, the explanation that it's related to feelings somehow sticks. strange, strange, strange. ]

Are you sure? Wouldn't most people keep their expectations low so as not to be disappointed?

[ not that that would be a deliberate intention on her part, but she doesn't want to be misconstrued (or accused, archons forbid) just in case he has something in mind to receive from her and she doesn't indulge him. ]

Hm? [ a hum of thoughtful, or not-so-thoughtful consideration. ] I thought you were the more confident type. Especially, considering your penchant for fighting. [ by what he means fighting back at him!!

or at least arguing. he's being melodramatic here, and obviously he doesn't really believe her to be in the same perceived boat as he was back at home— being known and treated as someone who enjoyed violence. but, it's fun to at least pretend in moments like these. especially, if just to punctuate a point.

a point, which probably doesn't matter in the end, but as she probably was aware by now: he savored having the last word in any given conversation. ] Unless... you're saying you're only that way with me.

[ why are you like this, callisto? do you think this is shoujo?

lumine opens her mouth but closes it a moment later, realizing that this is what he's gunning for. this is what he wants, to get the last word and to rile her up, get a reaction from her. closing her eyes for a brief moment and making horrible peace with herself, she sighs inwardly before giving him an exasperated look. ]

Yes, I'm only this way with you, Your Highness.

[ riled up, frustrated, terribly flustered in so many ways that has nothing to do with embarrassment. she can tell that she'll eventually regret saying that, but seeing that they're exchanging quips now: ]

You have that effect on me, I'm afraid.

[ if it was a shoujo, you'd know exactly which one it'd be...

even if there was nothing to be explicitly gained from her admittance, it's something he seems to revel in nonetheless. whether it's simply because he knows it's proof he was able to grate on her nerves, or if it came from a different place altogether. in his own life, he lacked affection, and well... it's not a bad thing to be seen at times. a thought he only seems to gain clarify on suddenly, and where he least expects it.

brushing it aside in haste, he seems to smile at her obvious flustering. ] Considering my generous nature, I suppose I can let you off here. [ but, maybe it wasn't just for her benefit...

that said: ] Shall we go? I'll escort you back. [ but, he's firm on not accepting dinner, if just because she seemed the stingy sort who may have just as easily backed out on her words were they to share any more time together. ]

[ ookami shoujo??? is this what this is?????

if she rolls her eyes hard enough, lumine's pretty sure it'll fall out. and there are already enough things falling out of her: flowers from her mouth, commission items from her arms, soon enough hair from her head. she can't have her own eyeballs falling into the harbor's dirty, muddy streets too.

also, why can't he just accept her gracious offer of a dinner? what's wrong with dining with her? too low class? rude ... and what happened to walking away from her? ]

Fine, if your Highness would be so kind. [ lumine sighs under her breath, holding out some of the items in her arms: a bag of goods, some odds and ends in another. ] Will you help me carry these? In case my ailment starts up once more.

[ be a gentleman for once, callisto. ]

[ you would bring up our past roots...

despite the words he spews, or how intolerant he may seem, he agrees easily enough to her request. he takes her items without a fuss. except, that's not completely true: ] You're probably the only one who uses "Your Highness" with so much contempt.

[ however, even with saying that, it's fact that he's going out of his way to escort her. maybe it's a habit from home, but he knows that's not completely true, if just for him not being the sort to do things he generally just didn't jive with. but, all things said, he did think lumine was worth the effort. ... and really, it isn't like he could let someone who was just hacking up petals go on their merry way. even he has a conscience??

standing beside her, however, he does think that despite their arguments, it does feel natural somehow. for the first time, he's realized how accustomed he suddenly feels this place is. the same sights and oddly enough the same company. though, maybe it helped not having all the baggage that came with back home. except, maybe the baggage bit hasn't changed that drastically.

whatever the case is: ] You're really... [ except, he doesn't finish his sentence.

instead, he just keeps walking. ]

[ well.

he's not wrong there. but it's not so much as contempt as a way of riling him up. besides, he was the one who seemed very pushy about titles that no longer hold water in this place; if she were more spiteful, she would've insisted on being called a princess as the younger sister of a prince ... kind of.

lumine doesn't say anything for a moment, very much savoring the experience of not carrying anything in her arms while taking a walk in the harbor. her expression looks contemplative, even as her gaze roams the area, memorizing stalls, streets, places of note. ]

I don't have a lot of experiences with the aristocracy, but calling a prince by their name is very intimate, don't you think?

[ she gives it a beat, and then another, her eyes averted at everywhere but him. she doesn't want to give him the idea that she's interested in him in any way. ] Callisto ...

[ intimate...

he almost balks at that saying there was no such intimacy in a place like this. another hell. yet, the words don't quite come out that way. instead, he just seems to also take in the sights, and even the sensation of the objects in his hand. it's truly unheard of... making the crown prince a mere pack mule, he'd have easily said back, but it's about the time when he's ready to (metaphorically) bite back, when he catches the last bit of her words.

or rather, his name.

he thinks this may have been the first time she's ever really used it. being who he is, despite having provided his name numerous times, the impact is different coming from one of the first people he's met in this place. someone who, arguably, had the most exposure to the him that the closest to being in his original position.

callisto. ] It's not bad. [ a pause. ] I think it's the right amount of "intimacy" for you.

[ mocking, but somehow, he doesn't sound as harsh as he normally does, maybe. ]

[ is it the first time?

she doesn't remember ... but doesn't that just prove that it just might be the first time she's used his name. lumine wrinkles her nose at his comment, uncertain what it even means in that context. it doesn't help either that it sounds like he's picking on her. again. ]

The right amount of intimacy ...

[ what does that even mean?? is he saying that her calling his name is something he considers intimate? and that maybe she should continue using it? she honestly doesn't know how to perceive that or make sense of that comment at all.

which is unusual, she normally picks things up at a quicker pace than most. ]

Is that your permission for me to call you by your name?

Do what you like. Isn't that what you always do? [ he says this in a tone to imply "why stop now?" as if she were someone who were simply brazen, and yet, the slight curve on his lips was likely obvious enough, even as he makes it a point to walk slightly ahead of her, only turning back to give her a pointed look to hurry her along.

yet, his own strides once he's quickened his pace, seems to fall back in order with her footsteps. ] Do you prefer "Lumine"? [ honestly it's still something relatively new to him to be referring to others simply by their given names. especially, without reservation, or considerations of status or anything else, not that it ever bothered him, but well... it could be relatively exhausting in its own right.

not to say she doesn't exhaust him in her own ways... ]

[ ... is he honestly holding that against her?

maybe, since he seems petty enough to do so. and of course, it's once more at the expense of her mortification. because why wouldn't it be when she's speaking with callisto, right? she wonders if these interactions between them will become commonplace and ordinary moving forward. ]

Yes, I prefer Lumine.

[ it's her name, after all. why would she prefer something else? ]

... Why? What were you thinking of calling me?

[ maybe because it was such a norm in his own lands and amongst those in his influence, he was so accustomed to the concept of titles. no, he supposed even those outside of nobility could still carry their own titles. swordsmaster. mage. she did seem to possess magic, after all.

that said, he trudges along silently for a good minute, before he responds. ] Maybe princess? [ he had called her that in jest before? or perhaps, because she said "your highness" in an equally sardonic tone? whatever the case... ]

Did you have anything akin to a title before— perhaps, even one of affection?

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