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[And Diva just laughs at it. Whether it's his shock or his sad state of shirtless-ness, apparently it's hilarious.]

What is it? Hey, Cherie, you should be happy! We can keep dancing, right? And we have all the time in the world.

[She sets her head in her hand, grinning] But, I guess that means I get to find out if you're kidding or not. About finding out about me. Why I'm a jewel, like you said.

Yes, yes we can keep dancing.

[He says the words flatly. This is the first time he's failed. No one he has ever killed has returned back. No one. And it stings in his heart like a wound he can't get to. He sits on the bed with the bracelet still held within his hand, that look of disbelief never leaving, trying to figure out what to do.]

How...how did you manage it? Did the gods return you back?

That's a secr~et. [She says it melodically and sweetly, but that's all she'll say.]

Why? Are you jealous that I'm fine? That wound on your shoulder, that looks like it hurts, Cherie.

Then I'll find out why soon enough.

[He frowns.] What is it to you, miss? I'm an angel. We get wounds all the time. Besides, I'm more curious about the wound in your chest. Is it still there?

[The cheer and smile disappear, and she looks bored. She had been reclining lazily, but she sits up and...

starts to unbutton her shirt. Diva is not known for being modest with her body.]

[But once it's all unbuttoned, she holds the sides open, looking calm. She doesn't care at all to show off her bare chest, her annoyance comes from his question.]

You tell me.

[Which, it isn't. There's no mark at all. There is a single scar on her stomach, but that's from Saya. And he certainly didn't stab her there.]

[He watches as she starts unbuttoning her shirt, expecting her to stop and just show what's there, but what he doesn't expect is that she would keep going.]

M-Miss!!

[He doesn't even hesitate to bring a hand up to his clocks, shielding them from the sight that is on his screen.]

Please, cover yourself! How highly improper of you, your body should not be shown so willingly to others. I mean, really!

[He doesn't even see scar on her stomach, he's too modest to allow herself to stare at her.]

[She's confused that he's flustered. Why would anyone not want to stare at her great rack??]

What? You wanted to know if they're still there, so I'm showing you.

[Diva sets the shirt back in place, but she's too lazy to button it past like the middle button. Effort is lame.] You stabbed me over and over again, but you can't look at my chest? That's stupid.

I thought you would just show if the scar was there, not bear your chest wide like some-some woman of the night!

[Which is a euphemism. He takes a quick peek, making sure she's at least covered herself decently, before lowering his hand entirely.]

It is improper to stare at a woman's chest, miss. And you will not tempt me with your body. I have no interest in it.

[Oh, and now he's calling her a whore. Like she hasn't heard that before.]

[But she really doesn't like that idea that she tempts people. Jeez, they either want it or she takes it.] I don't need to tempt people. If I want someone's body, then I take it. Or they want me too, so that's not really tempting anyone.

[She glances back at the camera] You're not my type anyways.

Still! It's not right! Lust is one of the seven deadly sins, after all. You should not use it to your whim.

[A nod.] Anyways...I guess we're playing our dangerous game once more, aren't we?

You really think that I care about sin? I'll indulge myself if I like.

[And Diva is deflecting the second question, naturally.] I'll also use it to my whim if I like.

[She proceeds to tell a graphic story about one of her past sexual encounters where she made him beg and scream for her mercy. She leaves out that it was one of her Chevalier, but still. She's hoping to just get him flustered again.]

It never hurts to remind you.

[And then she begins speaking and OH LORD WHAT IS HE HEARING THIS IS TOO EXPLICIT ABORT ABORT ABORRRTTTTTTT]

[So, Cheriour basically places his bracelet in front of him, gives her a slightly horrified look, and does this:]

[With the leaving away from the screen and those exact words and everything. Congratulation, Diva, you have successfully grossed out an angel.]

[He'll be back when he's sure she's done, though.]

[Oh, you mean when she's literally rolling around on the bed she's lounging in laughing? Yes, that sounds right.]

[IS SHE DONE YET okay poking his head back into the screen again.]

...Are you done?

[She sits up again, wiping tears away from her eyes]

Hey, Hey, Cherie, you're really cute sometimes! I had no idea you were such a prude.

[Well, no, she plops back down on the bed so that she's lounging, resting her head on her arms]

But I'm done, I guess!

Miss, there is no need to call me names!

[He finally makes his way back to the place he was sitting on the bed, with his coat draped over his shoulders this time, as to hide the wound.]

Good. Because there are more serious things to talk about instead of your...escapades.

But they're not nearly as interesting. I have a lot more stories.

[She purses her lips] Go ahead, then. Ask.

I would rather you did not tell them to me, thank you.

Okay. Obviously you can't be immortal, since the gods strip away all our powers. So it must be something else behind your..."resurrection". What do you remember?

It doesn't matter what I remember. [Coolly,] I'm not answering any questions about that. I like you, but there are some secrets I'm not going to share.

Fine.

[A slight huff as he starts putting the coat on himself in front of her.]

Then you have to understand that there are secrets I'm not going to share with you either. Even, isn't it?

Well, of course. You know a lot about me, but I don't really know anything about you. That's how this is.

[She's never really asked him to share in return, partially out of fear that she'll get attached.] But I bet you have a lot of other questions too. I left you with as many as I could.

[Which in the phrasing proves that she didn't plan to come back, but she doesn't realize that.]

Glad you understand.

I know you did. I've been thinking about what you said and did all night.

[He stares for a while at her, realizing that turn of phrase means. Huh. So it was not something of her doing.]

...Tell me this. Why the kiss? How did you know that would distract me?

[She's really glad that this is his first question, but it's unexpected. He was sure that she would want to pick the truths from the lies, but this is better than those. It tells her a lot about him]

I didn't know. I would say it was just a guess, but it wasn't quite that either.

[She giggles] Well I had no idea that you would react so strongly to seeing me earlier, but it's worked on a lot of people before. I'm beautiful, and men like me. And a kiss confuses people, because they think that I'm attracted to them and there's some possibility of something else.

That's worked on more people than I can count. Actually, I even let them have me before I rip out their heart, usually. But you're not the same. You're not interested in that, right?

Ah.

[So that's what a kiss means, really. He now understands that she was trying to appeal to feelings that might be there. It had worked, for the most part, but only because Cheriour didn't understand what the gesture meant, and had reacted accordingly.]

No, I'm not, miss. Angels aren't exactly made for those sorts of things. Attraction is almost always platonic for us.

Really? That's too bad.

[Softly,] I would have loved to take you.

[But she's immediately back to bright and cheerful] Hey, but are you attracted to me, then?

Her? Never. :))!!

FFFFFUUUUUU

<3!!

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geez cheriour, you could have just asked

HE DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS

since when did diva care about asking :9

sobs he is

:3

D8

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HAHAHA I don't have an icon for this level of lulz

that gif is basically the culmination all the feelings he has about this entire conversation

:') beautiful

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