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WHO: Shiho and you! (feat. diamonds, so many diamonds)
WHERE: Anywhere because she wandered far
WHEN: End of January-ish
WHAT: Shiho finally feels well enough again to attempt to hunt down all the diamonds she coughed up because some old crone blessed her and some questing things.
WARNINGS: Blatant destruction of Awash's diamond economy

A. Diamonds, diamonds everywhere
[You are about to take a step. Maybe into your home? Maybe into the library?

Or maybe you're in the middle of nowhere, who knows. But in that exact moment, there's a voice from behind you sounding oh-so-very-concerned.]

Wait, there's a trap!

[There is, of course, no trap. What there will be though, on closer inspection: a tiny diamond sparkling on the ground.]

B. What does she even do with all these diamonds
[Or maybe you beat her to it, the diamond sparkling in your hand. This time though, she draws what looks to be a hairdryer (or if you know better, a Nonlethal Psychometry Gun):]

Drop it.

[What'll she do if you don't drop it?

Threaten to shoot you, probably. She's been laid out sick from the thorns for a few days and she needs to destress, damn it!]

C. Wildcard
[Quests?? Diamond-hoarding? Anything your heart desires.]

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Yeah, that's... definitely more than a little bit suspicious. Juuust a tad.

"Yes, and I seem to have made it home just in time." No sooner does the door click shut behind him before he spares a glance out the nearest window, as if to double-check something. "If I'd known we were due for a shower of fire and brimstone, I would have never gone out."

He keeps his expression and tone otherwise politely neutral, opting to wait it out and see what sort of trap it is he's walked into.

Don't be like that. I'm planning on helping you.

[By making one of his wishes come true terribly, of course.]

So.... tell me your most embarrassing wish.

Helping, she says!! But her intent is made pretty clear with just that, and THAT means Kyrie can relax a little. He drops his hat on the table as he nears.

"If I do that, we really will have fire and brimstone," he says with a short laugh. "I refuse, of course. I hope you weren't expecting anything else."

If Shiho has anything left on her plate that can be eaten by hand without much fuss, he's absolutely going to try to take a piece. Quickly, but also carefully, because he'd rather not get stabbed for it thanks.

Oh, I was giving you a chance. But I actually already have a contingency plan in place, of course.

[She doesn't stop him from eating from the plate, nor will she stab him though she'd have very good aim if she chose to. Instead, she hums cheerfully, one finger tapping on her chin.]

Then I guess I'm going to just make something up for you. So.... what do you think about a maid uniform? [why does it always go back to maid uniforms with this girl]

His hand lives to see another day, AND he gets food he didn't have to work for? This whole scenario unfolding sort of throws off the scale of pros vs cons, but still. Score.

After he's enjoyed his free snack, he leans a hip against the table and hums, considering.

"Hmm... No, I don't think it would suit you." Why does it always come back to maid uniforms...? For as nonplussed as he appears, he can't say he's fond of where this encounter is heading. "And I can't say I have any interest in seeing you wear one, for that matter."

A maid outfit for you.

[And as punishment for him not getting it, she's taking her plate of food out of his reach.]

If you had that kind of weird interest, we'd have a way bigger problem. Besides, it would so suit me but I prefer being the one giving orders.

[She... does want to be kind though so...]

If you tell me your wish, I won't start assuming you want a maid outfit in Caramia-san's size.

'Not getting it'... More like he only wishes he didn't get it--this is pretty much going exactly the route he predicted the moment she said the word 'maid'.

"You can keep asking all you like, but it's foolish to wish for things that can happen freely--and for those beyond one's reach, there's no point wishing at all. So, with that in mind... I try not to make a habit of it."

Which... is a bold-faced lie, actually, said with all the confidence of an expert liar. He may not pray quite so diligently as he had when he arrived here, but even still, it's a pattern that's he's found hard to shake.

"Besides, in order to have an embarrassing wish, I would need to first wish for something embarrassing, wouldn't I? I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to."

But it definitely wouldn't involve maid outfits!! Shiho!!

So you and Caramia-san have this kind of fetish, huh. [She won't judge even if she definitely sounds like she is.]

Then does that mean you have a wish in mind that isn't embarrassing? Otherwise...

[Trailing off, she lifts a finger in what is likely warning. She's going to swish it and attempt to give him a Caramia-sized maid outfit if he doesn't stop her.]

"We do not."

What an awful child. You're killing your father, Shiho.

He gives that warning finger only a passing glance before he ducks his head with a sigh. Honestly... she's being so stubborn about this, and for what? Even if she does manage to miraculously summon some strange outfit out of thin air, it's not like it'll cause him any harm. If it just shows up on the floor or something, no one's even forced to wear it, so... As far as he's concerned, it doesn't matter if he plays along or not.

"Do what you want," he says eventually, with a lazy wave of his hand. "Dress him up, make him meow--turn him into a dog, for all I care. However, I won't be taking responsibility for any of it."

As long as nothing's permanent, but uh. That should (hopefully) be a given.

[Shiho raises an eyebrow and doesn't believe him!! (She is an awful child but it's fine. Love the child you have not the child you wish you had, Kyrie.)]

Then we'll blame it on Mr. F.

[Because why not use a convenient scapegoat when the opportunity presented itself?

With an absolutely evil little smile, she closes her eyes and makes a delicate swirl in the air with her finger and what appears is a Caramia-sized maid outfit with cat ears and a plastic dog nose mask. It lands in a heap on the ground and Shiho can't help but frown down at it.]

....I know you said I'm not allowed to use my flamethrower... but I think you should make an exception for this.

...Hm.

"...Miss Shiho, would you happen to consider yourself a wicked witch?"

Because this is definitely something a wicked witch would conjure up. And just imagine--Caramia, wearing that mess??

Thanks, that image is now a permanent fixture in his head! Awful! His expression quickly shifts from one of tired disdain to one you might see on someone who's just awakened to find their cat has left them several delightfully dead presents... right next to them, on their pillow, for the sixth time that week. He closes his eyes, bringing one hand up to pinch to bridge of his nose.

"No, you must be," he corrects himself, voice strained. "You've brought a curse into our home. You really must hate me."

Only if I get to be cute as well as wicked. [The cute part is the part she cares most about as she nudges the weird cat ears with her foot.

She should be smug that he now has this image in his head. She finds it funny. But at the same time, hasn't Caramia always been nice to her? Besides, all of this is just too much of a mess.]

You're the one who was talking about him meowing like a cat and turning into a dog. I bet Mr. F's weird magic must have picked up on your kinks and made this.

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