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[clockeyes]

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like... 10 minutes later or something...

[madamemoiselle]

[But after seeing that Cheriour shared part of their conversation, the sweetness is gone again. And Cheriour might just notice that the room behind her is in about this shape...]

[she threw a tantrum, so what]

You're unbelievable! This is private. How dare you share it with anyone?!

[clockeyes]

[Cheriour is still annoyed by this whole thing. Really, what was Credo thinking? So he answers stiffly, not with kindness and politeness as he usually does.]

Because I needed him to know what your true thoughts are.

Be thankful that I did not share our previous conversation as well. Unless, of course, you'd like me to?

[madamemoiselle]

[She knows exactly what he's talking about, but she'll feign a misunderstanding in hopes of getting him flustered]

Ah, you could, I guess, but that's a little rude too. You shouldn't show off my body to other people.

[clockeyes]

[He lets out a laugh in amusement.]

You do realize I could only share the audio of our conversation? Sorry to disappoint you, miss, but I won't be advertising your body anytime soon, don't you worry.

[madamemoiselle]

[She laughs in turn, leaning back with an easy smile]

Oh, I am relieved! I would hate so much to be blackmailed!