Finally, he looks away from her eyes and to the scrolls. They had given off the same, odd feeling of comfort as she did herself. " Never did ask, but where did you sleep? " He's curious about what she could do exactly, but he can't just ask her out in public.
" Welcome. " He douses the campfire with gasoline before igniting it to make sure the flame burns good. A pile of fire wood and more vials of gasoline are ready in case the flame starts to die. Immediately after, Goblin Slayer works on making a tent for the priestess to rest in.
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Pouting at his one word replies again, but she doesn't speak up, just continues watching him work. Her second time meeting him feels like it's going to be a joy.
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" You hadn't answered my earlier question. Do you have anything to sleep in? The tent can only provide so much warmth through the night once the fire goes out. " The tent is finished and would just fit the priestess in it with no problem. Meanwhile...if he tried to get in...
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"No... But I told you I'm content with being on the ground." Being direct with him. "You don't need to care so much."
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" Perhaps so, but I must make being in my party as appealing as possible before you start to turn away from the idea. " Goblin Slayer used to be in several partys before he was known for being obsessed with goblins. They never had gone well...
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She'll never leave him, this job is important. "I will not shy away just because of a few bumps." Cooking something. "I will not waver."
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" Maybe you'll be different. Maybe. " The fact that he's as vocal as he is now speaks volumes. " What are you making? " Goblin Slayer pulls out a bedroll and sets it in the inside of the tent prior to looking back at the priestess. He sits himself down, watching her now.
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"I know I will." She continues preparing the thing, holding it pretty high above the flame. "I don't know... Mortem called it plant meat." It's just plants shaped like a steak, but, oddly natural. "Strangely good. Want some?"
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Orcbolg had even more questions to ask, but decided against them until he knew the priestess better. " Sure. " He rested his arm on his knee and watched the flames rise up and cook the plant meat whilst thinking. In a way, they were both outcast in groups they used to be in.
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