[ She keeps on singing, and so they keep on following her, an audience of Mors following her everywhere she goes as she goes about her duties. Unfortunately, she's still doing all of the cleaning on her own, but thanks to the Mors keeping their distance at all times, they avoid getting in her way as well.
It's almost cute how passive they are right now. If Ai moves forward quicker than usual, the Mors promptly start to scurry a little faster away from her. The same can be said for when she moves away from them as well, and they truly are just... vibing.
Listening to her song and following her around like devoted fans.
But of course, it was only a matter of time... ]
...what the hell?
[ ...before the Mors King finally realized the strange sudden lack of Mors in their proper positions and went to investigate, only to find them all crowded around his singing prisoner. ]
[ She stops abruptly mid-song, with a pile of bedding laundry in her arms and a sheepish smile on her face. She's doing exactly as she was told and yet she still somehow feels like she's been caught red-handed doing something she shouldn't.
She looks around at the Mors crowded around her, wonders for a moment how she's going to explain all this... then promptly decides not to bother. It's probably his fault in the first place! ]
Um... The cleaning's almost done...
[ Because apparently that was the part that needed to be addressed right now??? ]
Oh. Oh good, yes, that's exactly what I was worried about...
[ So he says with an extremely uncharacteristic smile before his frown abruptly returns and he slaps his tail on the ground. ]
Damn it... what the hell is wrong with you all!? Back to your stations!!
[ Fortunately for the Saintess, his ire seems to be aimed primarily at his servants, who promptly scatter and disperse the instant his tail hits the ground like a bunch of children that have been scolded. As for her specifically... he has a scaled hand pressed up against his forehead in exasperation. ]
Tension unfurls out from her shoulders and she can't stop herself from sagging with a little sigh of relief. It might've been obvious past a certain point that they weren't going to attack her but that didn't make being surrounded any less anxiety inducing. ]
I'm not sure. I just turned around while I was cleaning and suddenly they were all crowded around the doorway.
[ The idol life sure is stressful, huh? His eye twitches at her response, and he looks—or rather, glares—into her eyes to read if she's lying or not. ]
Hmm...
[ ...unfortunately, it doesn't seem like she's lying. That sigh of relief was a real one. This does mean that there's no reason to punish her, but... ]
Shit...
[ He knows how his own servants function. If nothing else was influencing them, then the only possible answer is... ]
Shit...! Listen up! You forget they did that! Got it!?
[ So he says before storming off, definitely not embarrassed, totally. ]
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It's almost cute how passive they are right now. If Ai moves forward quicker than usual, the Mors promptly start to scurry a little faster away from her. The same can be said for when she moves away from them as well, and they truly are just... vibing.
Listening to her song and following her around like devoted fans.
But of course, it was only a matter of time... ]
...what the hell?
[ ...before the Mors King finally realized the strange sudden lack of Mors in their proper positions and went to investigate, only to find them all crowded around his singing prisoner. ]
No, seriously, what the hell?
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[ She stops abruptly mid-song, with a pile of bedding laundry in her arms and a sheepish smile on her face. She's doing exactly as she was told and yet she still somehow feels like she's been caught red-handed doing something she shouldn't.
She looks around at the Mors crowded around her, wonders for a moment how she's going to explain all this... then promptly decides not to bother. It's probably his fault in the first place! ]
Um... The cleaning's almost done...
[ Because apparently that was the part that needed to be addressed right now??? ]
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[ So he says with an extremely uncharacteristic smile before his frown abruptly returns and he slaps his tail on the ground. ]
Damn it... what the hell is wrong with you all!? Back to your stations!!
[ Fortunately for the Saintess, his ire seems to be aimed primarily at his servants, who promptly scatter and disperse the instant his tail hits the ground
like a bunch of children that have been scolded. As for her specifically... he has a scaled hand pressed up against his forehead in exasperation. ]You... how long have they been doing that...?
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Tension unfurls out from her shoulders and she can't stop herself from sagging with a little sigh of relief. It might've been obvious past a certain point that they weren't going to attack her but that didn't make being surrounded any less anxiety inducing. ]
I'm not sure. I just turned around while I was cleaning and suddenly they were all crowded around the doorway.
[ ... but then it strikes her: ]
Maybe back when I started singing...?
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The idol life sure is stressful, huh?His eye twitches at her response, and he looks—or rather, glares—into her eyes to read if she's lying or not. ]Hmm...
[ ...unfortunately, it doesn't seem like she's lying. That sigh of relief was a real one. This does mean that there's no reason to punish her, but... ]
Shit...
[ He knows how his own servants function. If nothing else was influencing them, then the only possible answer is... ]
Shit...! Listen up! You forget they did that! Got it!?
[ So he says before storming off, definitely not embarrassed, totally. ]