You did? [ lore drop! tseng has gleaned many things about clorinde from their time together, but there are still gaps in his understanding. he knows that she's a wonderful swordsman, but has never completely understood how exactly she won those skills. ] That doesn't surprise me, you have the skills for it.
[ by now a little more relaxed, tseng leans against the back of the couch, turning his body so he can face her more fully. he draws one knee up, tucks his foot under the opposite knee. ]
An—an orgy? [ tseng laughs, disbelieving. ] I had no idea that baking was so exciting for some people.
[ he has to agree, though, better clorinde than rufus... if only because he'd probably start making acerbic commentary about the orgy participants' form, while at least clorinde can focus enough to get a job done. ]
Mm. My master raised me with those skills since I was very young. Not specifically for the purpose of becoming a bodyguard, I don't think, but... perhaps she knew that it would be a path that I'd eventually take.
[ but who can really say? petronilla had left her life years ago and clorinde can now only speculate as to her reasons why. maybe she'll never know, but that's fine. in some ways, it may be for the better. her purpose remains unchanged, despite her time in the resort. ]
If I were to guess, it may have been less about the baking for them and more for the appeal of doing so in that setting. [ now that her and tseng have fucked in his office, she kind of understands. ] But they were fine. The recipe was simple, and we didn't have much difficulty aside from obtaining the ingredients.
I understand. I've told you before that I'm a bodyguard of sorts myself, haven't I?
[ another point they have in common: tseng, too, was trained into this role by someone who is no longer part of his life. well, clorinde saw how that ended, didn't she, in blood and brains on the ground when tseng chose his turks over his loyalty to his mentor. the memory is a sour one, but it's easier to endure in the company of someone who both knows the stakes and understands why tseng had to do what he did. ]
I suppose I can understand that. [ tseng, too, now thinking fondly of fucking clorinde in "his" office. ] I'm glad they turned out well, though. Does this mean you'll make them for me one day?
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[ by now a little more relaxed, tseng leans against the back of the couch, turning his body so he can face her more fully. he draws one knee up, tucks his foot under the opposite knee. ]
An—an orgy? [ tseng laughs, disbelieving. ] I had no idea that baking was so exciting for some people.
[ he has to agree, though, better clorinde than rufus... if only because he'd probably start making acerbic commentary about the orgy participants' form, while at least clorinde can focus enough to get a job done. ]
Did they turn out? The brownies.
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[ but who can really say? petronilla had left her life years ago and clorinde can now only speculate as to her reasons why. maybe she'll never know, but that's fine. in some ways, it may be for the better. her purpose remains unchanged, despite her time in the resort. ]
If I were to guess, it may have been less about the baking for them and more for the appeal of doing so in that setting. [ now that her and tseng have fucked in his office, she kind of understands. ] But they were fine. The recipe was simple, and we didn't have much difficulty aside from obtaining the ingredients.
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[ another point they have in common: tseng, too, was trained into this role by someone who is no longer part of his life. well, clorinde saw how that ended, didn't she, in blood and brains on the ground when tseng chose his turks over his loyalty to his mentor. the memory is a sour one, but it's easier to endure in the company of someone who both knows the stakes and understands why tseng had to do what he did. ]
I suppose I can understand that. [ tseng, too, now thinking fondly of fucking clorinde in "his" office. ] I'm glad they turned out well, though. Does this mean you'll make them for me one day?