Rio: Ugh, I can't believe I did it again. The bossman's gonna be so mad at me.
Rio was crouched on the floor, picking up the fallen silverware, and Nokto leaned down to help.
Nokto: You certainly made a fine mess.
Rio: I'm sorry for making you help! Oh, but anyway... what was it you wanted to talk to me about?
Nokto: Hmm? Oh, the maids have all been making a fuss about how handsome the newest attendant is. So I thought maybe we could go out and score together. With looks like yours, we'd make a great pick-up pair.
Rio: Oops, not again!
A freshly-polished knife flipped through the air, and as it tumbled to the floor, a few strands of Nokto's hair floated down with it.
Rio: That's so weird. It's like the knives and forks have a mind of their own today!
Rio's smile was almost too pleasant, and Nokto studied it curiously.
Nokto: Heh, I knew it. You're not the thoughtless dolt you pretend to be. You remind me a bit of me.
Rio: I do? Wow, I'm honored you think so. So what part of me reminds you of you?
Nokto: Let's see...
Nokto spun the knife he'd picked up, and pointed the tip of it at Rio's chest.
Nokto: The blackness coiled in there, maybe?
The thin silver blade in his hand reflected Rio's smile, a smile that neither agreed nor disagreed with his words.
Rio: So, what did you really want to talk to me about?
Nokto: ...What are you hiding? Your attitude changed the moment we arrived in Benitoite. Why did you stay in the carriage?
Rio: Hmm. Why did I stay in the carriage?
Rio frown thoughtfully, looking down at the fallen silverware.
Rio: I don't know myself. I mean, I know I said that Sariel told me to stay behind... But that was a lie.
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Beauty and her Beast (Nokto)
General FictionYou've been selected as "Belle" to choose the next king out of the eight princes. If that wasn't hard enough, the princes turn out to be hot...and deadly. In a world of war and intrigue, will you be able to save his heart and yours as you enter your...
