Well, that was certainly a drive.

With a careless toss, Naoko unloaded the unconscious guard onto a soft leather couch, as she began to strip off her own outerwear. Though that crazy, broken-as-fuck, totally-cheating Servant never did end up doing anything terrible to Sophie (outside of the sort of verbal harassment that would get him publically lynched on social media), the stress-sweat that Naoko shed during her escape was still sufficient for her to want to flat out incinerate her clothing. Looked like the Winter Palace was going to be closed tomorrow as well, unless her Servant had Car Repair as part of her Autocrat’s Privilege. Ah, what a pain.

[b]“Ah, what a pain,” [/b]she vocalized, swinging herself over to her refrigerator. The apartment suite was cramped, especially for the three people who were now living there, but the kitchen was nice and spacious at least, perfect for a food-truck owner’s experimentation. Popping open the fridge, she brought out yesterday’s leftovers, spaghetti and meatballs from Olive Garden takeaway, and extracted a frozen pizza sitting in the freezer as well. With the powers of the microwave and oven combined, dinner was procured with brutal efficiency, and the Japanese magus finally plopped herself onto a wooden chair. [b]“Ey, Sophie, dinner’s ready. Mind opening a bottle of wine? Think surviving a day like this without actually losing anything’s a pretty good thing to celebrate.”[/b]

A pause. Outside, she could hear another ‘something’ brewing in the distance, but Naoko was human and chose to pretend her dull, human senses couldn’t pick that up at all. Instead, she scratched her old boy’s ears, the floofy golden retriever having found that the spot underneath the dining table to be the best for naps.

[b]“Oh, uh, guard dude, you want something to eat too?”[/b]
[@Epsir][@DrowsyPangolin]