[center][h1][color=FFD700][b]Edward Scawthorne[/b][/color][/h1]

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[i][color=#0EB94D]"I'll always be there to protect you."[/color][/i] Those words rang in his ear, causing him to blush a bit. He didn't want to feel this "softy-lovey-dovey" feeling during the war. It's the number one rule not to get distracted by something. They might lose and that's a big mistake. So he fidgeted around, holding her shoulder and pushing her away slightly with squiggled lips. Trying to hold onto the blush.

[color=#ffd700]"W-whatever, we have more time to celebrate if we win anyway. Let's just get out and cover the street. You know, a night out to eat or something... at least pretend to, and if we spot anyone that may look like a mage or Servant, you track them down and I'll set up our surprise."[/color] This was an unusual side of him, he slapped his cheeks to make his blush go away as he heads out for the door in a hurry. [color=#ffd700]"Well?! Are you coming or not?! I'll let you pick whichever restaurant interests you."[/color] Well, not that she might know what a restaurant is. He might have to explain what it is on the way down.

He just stared at Lance with another blank look, waiting for her to run toward him and cling to him, he was leaning against the door side.

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