Charles Patricius

[Apollymi]

Kimiko and her sister had quite a lot in common, given this... she wouldn't be at all surprised by any likeness between them in moments like this. Of course, she would still be enjoying her meal, but eventually Kazuhiko would be speaking about the nature of the things he was enjoying. "Nothing wrong with that, Ouki♥~ Enjoy me anytime♥~" Kimiko murmured with a flirt inserted. In truth, she'd heard how important such things were to him, and made sure to allow him such things from her when he wished for them. His remembered enjoyment whether new or old, was well worth the investment of time and energy. And actually getting what she wanted out of this situation was the best possible result of summoning him into his own body. These younger versions of the pair were simply missing a few key personality upgrades, they weren't so far behind in other ways... was what Kimiko thought while she finished the snack on her lips and face and breathed a sigh of ultimate relaxation, her body basically going a bit limp afterwards.

At the same time, Yugi's oopsie was playing out in front of him and Artoria. Actually, the younger version of her, Hoshimi Eri, was very obviously feeling antagonized by being here. She seemed to have a very no-nonsense attitude about the situation, wanting to know what was going on. She'd immediately armed herself and began the process of figuring the whole of this situation out, but what she was told, simply didn't make sense. He claimed that they were mostly fucking but also apparently messing with time and space in some way... that wasn't logical. "That is a lot of nonsensical bullshit!" she spat out. Waking up early, no coffee no real weapon and seeing this kind of crap was not at all on her list. She'd fully planned to wake up, have her coffee and then... go on about her day. The rest of this wasn't at all what she wanted to deal with nor did she want to think about what her mom was doing in this situation. Apparently he knew enough about her to say she wouldn't have drank enough to be dreaming of something like this, her mother and younger sister on the other hand... were different stories entirely. "Knows me and my family, but if this was a weird dream, I definitely would have a gun. I definitely wouldn't imagine some random guy fucking my mom, I don't like this," she claimed while still pointing that broken piece of counter at the man. At the same time, Artoria was getting a good look at her base self from the third person perspective. She was cute, naïve and very angry. "Hm... this is a bit surreal," she thought over the point that she was actually quite difficult, it'd been quite a long time since she'd been this asexual murderess.

[Bloodedge]

The more time Kazuhiko took to recuperate, the lower he felt himself getting. In due time, that slumping lean left him sitting sideways on the dressing room's bench. This body wasn't yet ready for what they'd been up to ─ at least not the kind of mana production it had been keeping up this day. No matter. It would all be worth it, he thought ─ even knew if only due to his own memories. Kimiko claimed he could enjoy her anytime. That wasn't his first time hearing such a line from her, but... it also was. Why? Well, Kazu hadn't ended the video just yet. He pressed the 'stop' button just after those words, establishing the final link between two versions of himself in relation to Ashikaga Kimiko. Once more, memories were shifting in his head, all dear and positive. "Oh... trust me, I will. You won't even know what hit you♥~" he flirted.

Much to Yugi's expectation, the form of Hoshimi Eri who knew nothing of magic wasn't taking his explanation very well. She deemed it all nonsensical without hesitation or consideration toward the reality she was in. He supposed it would be easy to discredit everything happening, tossing it under the umbrella of a dream. Alas, that was not the case. "Yeah, that's only the first of ten million times you're gonna say that kind of thing," he commented. As if to extend his comment to her future self as well, Yugi slapped the mature one's rear in that moment. "But damn, be a little more open-minded," he added. If nothing else, Eri had some functional logic to offer the situation. She shunned the idea of a dream simply because she didn't have a gun. How interesting. "It's not a dream. If you want a gun, though..." In that moment, a snap of Yugi's fingers transfigured that chunk of counter in Eri's hand into something with the appearance of an ornate flintlock pistol, ebony in color with gold embroidery and twin barrels... as well as a combat knife-like blade under the barrels. "There's a gun. You can even shoot me with it if you want." With that said, Yugi glanced down briefly at Artoria, who commented on the strangeness of this encounter. He shrugged even while the grinding continued. "There isn't that much of a difference. Going from one to the other is like undoing a seal without magic... mostly," he commented. "But in this case... I can't do that. Sad day. If I have a turn with her, multiple timelines are gonna be twisted a thousand ways to Sunday. Even I don't want that puzzle. Gonna need magic this time to get rid of some memories."

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko had hit the lull in his own moment as well. It would seem his current body wasn't quite ready for what he'd been doing just yet, but his soul wouldn't be going without, that was good to know. Her little flirt was answered in kind and a lazy smile crossed Kimiko's face. If nothing else she could always appreciate this man's attitude, even when he was less than the self she knew best, he was absolutely going to be pretty hard on her in t his timeline. But that was probably for the best, figuring out the nature of their lives together was a rather arduous task. "That sounds intense, but always worth it♥~" Kimiko mentioned. Ah, well, even if such things were captured for his own reference in his future and past, she figured the difference made could be nothing negative, she definitely would have had some understanding of that sort of thing by the time the actions took place. Regardless, of the lad's dalliance into his personal past, she could rest easy having received exactly the thing she'd desired when coming across him on Jupiter.

At the same time, Yugi was busy dealing with an accidental summoning of a younger human version of Artoria Pendragon. Hoshimi Eri, wasn't a very flexible thinking person. She had some very specific guidelines she lived by and found most things to be outside of her general desires to know or understand. The smack delivered directly to the ass of her elder self was something which made both individuals gasp. "I will do what I want," claimed Eri which made Artoria chuckle. "Eh, I'm not mom, by the way..." she mentioned casually. Well, who else could she be? This not dream or maybe dream was already confusing enough. A gun suddenly materializing in her hands was one thing. "Not a dream... not my mom, not Emi or Rie wrong eye color, Kei? Is it that weird? Fucking hel..." she paused looking at the gun in hands she went on to inspect it properly. It was gorgeously made, well beyond anything she'd ever picked up and somehow it made her feel better. "Hello, aren't you fucking great?" she asked of the gun in her hands. She was even told she could shoot the man if she wanted to. "Yeah, answers first, gunshots later..." she said quickly pointing said gun right between his eyes. She would definitely shoot him, but she didn't take any changes about death. "In your travels assuming something similar has happened you should know exactly what I mean," Artoria claimed in response to the differences noticed about the self in hindsight. This wasn't about a shift for him, no it was about seeing herself that skepticism and blatant rejection. So young, so angry so different from what she'd eventually be, it was odd. "Well, if you have that kind of stance, there is only one thing to do. It's hardly sad..." Artoria claimed.

[Bloodedge]

And so came a time of relaxation, at least within the changing room. Kazuhiko basked in his own fond memories that were technically new. In the meantime, Yugi was faced with memories that should have never been made: those of Hoshimi Eri. So contrary, so full of bark and bite alike was the queen yet to be. She'd do whatever she pleased, as he well knew. Of course, that came with a few mental loops leading to the most egregious assumption he'd ever heard. The elder blonde beneath Yugi was not her mother, not either of her sisters... so she thought it was some strange form of her brother? Yugi may have never been more aghast. "Uh, abso-fucking-lutely not, eww?!" he blurted without hesitation. "Not even in a dream, regardless of whose dream it is! I'll cuck him, but I won't fuck anything that could be considered a 'him' at all!" he insisted.

With that outburst out of the way, Eri had a gun to appreciate ─ one she'd even point right at his face upon receiving it. Artoria, on the other hand, emphasized her point on the surreal nature of this meeting. "Yeah, this sort of thing happens all the time... but you're never as different as you might feel. You still have your moments, you know?" he replied initially. As for the alleged sadness of what he had to do, Yugi thought Artoria couldn't be more wrong. "It's so sad! You know what double Ari day is like? Stuff of legend, I'm telling you. But... it's not worth the risk. If your line is as direct as I think it is, you might be getting some new memories here. This kind of thing makes reunions dangerous," he mentioned while turning his gaze on Eri again. "Gunshots now, gunshots later ─ it won't make a difference either way. You're comfortable now, though, right? I'll answer your questions to make up for the accident. But, you won't remember any of this until way down the line. Cool? Cool. Ask away."

[Apollymi]

Relaxation for the pair in the dressing room, while a trio within the shadows dealt with an accident which led to the connection of a certain extra individual. A gentle twitch occurred in the corner of the mouth of Hoshimi Eri, apparently this black haired man took definite offense to the idea of having sex with anyone considered a man. In fact, it was such an issue, that he claimed he wouldn't have allowed it even in someone else's dreams. That rant was something odd to witness, it was a rather visceral thing to see. The outright disgust, the thought of cucking her brother but never having sex with someone called him. "Uh...huh, I thought I was the one upset here," Eri commented absently, still that little smirk remained. Well, if one was that emotional about a hypothetical she was fine. Actually with a gun in hand she felt quite comfortable and with the knowledge that someone had such an obvious button to push she could easily continue on her merry little way, while navigating this new and rather scary situation.

Moving on from that point, Artoria was told of always being pretty close to ones self regardless of how far away you might feel. That seemed about right for a time traveler who could very well encounter different versions of themselves often enough. A scoff escaped her though, as it always would, "Well, this isn't exactly normal for us 'regular' people. It's jarring no matter how someone else sees it," Artoria confirmed. Seeing this younger version of herself, she could feel how far away she was from their central being. Those small habits connected directly to her, which made her question her 'goodness' and all other aspects that one like Hoshimi Eri had to be shown from the third person, were clear as day to Artoria, who'd already lived this part of her life before. Apparently, beyond that a double Ari day was something of legendary quality to Yugi. His words about it seemed to make it sound like it was such a rare occurrence. "Hm, I am aware, a double day isn't that odd, you know? And we all know it doesn't have to be right here, right now for you," she said with a casual roll of her eyes. "I hate rewritten memories, it's about the closest to a migraine I get at this point," she said scoffing more, but such was the price paid for the continuation of life as she knew it. Meanwhile Eri was observing this pair. So casual in their deviance that they'd not even stopped. This man had a gun pointed at him, and it had been since it appeared and he hadn't eve flinched. And now he was speaking of her comfort, claiming he'd answer her questions even if she wouldn't remember him answering them, in exchange for bringing her here, accidentally. "Who is she? Whoa re you? What is this? Why am I here? Why doesn't it matter if I shoot you? And where can I find a gun like this?" a very simple line of questioning which would conver all the general bases and give her some fun information.

[Bloodedge]

Yugi had been resting on a nigh-endless tirade about 'weird pants' for eons upon eons, and it wouldn't stop just yet. He'd give it a rest for now; the point was made. Hoshimi Kei, Arthur Pendragon, or whatever name he went by, was a companion... but he was also a man. Yugi held to a very firm sexuality that covered nearly every branch of one particular path: the one leading toward women instead of men or others. At a certain point in life, he drew the line solidly at orgies. "You are the one upset. You're always the one upset. I'm just hateful of certain ideas," he specified as if the point would be clear.

Artoria claimed the complexities of time travel were jarring to her and the other 'normal' people. Funniest of all may have been her claim of normalcy. Regardless, these things weren't so simple for Kimiko and himself either. "It's still crazy for us too. We're just willing to stick to the exciting parts... including the looks on everyone else's faces when we make up a random explanation about things on the spot. You'd be surprised how often people believe a theory as fact when they don't even have their own info." True enough, many rundowns of their time-space adventures were mere dribble produced in the moment of necessity. Such would probably be the case when he had to explain the eventual 'double Ari' day... again. "It's not odd, but it's also not common enough for any of us non-Gil people. And who's to say when it'll happen? I could be living in yesterday a thousand years from now, but there's also a chance I can't see tomorrow because I'll already be there next week. Now that's a migraine," he countered. Moving on, Eri's questions were delivered in quick sequence. Quickly though they came, he had an answer for every one in the same order ─ calmly as ever despite the gun to his face. "Artoria Pendragon ─ your future self. Judar ─ the future form of Aiba Yugi, or... Daddy across most of the multiverse. This is an immature Gate, or portal to another realm, inside a clothing store near your current location. You're here because I got so deep inside your future self that it resonated with you, her past. It doesn't matter if you shoot me because you can't kill me. Lastly... you can get it on Venus in the distant future, after a series of physical, spiritual and sexual challenges. All clear? Didn't think so. Any more questions?"

[Apollymi]

A sigh escaped Artoria at the moment. She knew of this man's hard stance on his own sexuality, it was one of the firmest she'd come across in the entirety of her existence, and definitely the most vocal. When Eri pointed out that she was supposed to be the one upset, it was mentioned that she was, always. Hatred of ideas, was what pushed the black haired man towards a tirade, which under other circumstances likely would have garnered him a sense of kinship in the same girl who still held a gun in his face. "Uh-huh..." was all Eri had to say to that notion. In truth, she wouldn't get into most things that upset other people, there were enough things on her own list. If this man didn't like oddity of his own sexuality she wouldn't be one to criticize him for it. No, she'd much rather criticize every other word coming out of his mouth.

To Artoria he made the claim that things were just as crazy for him and his companion. That in general they remained in the crazier aspects and stuck to exciting things so they could see the looks on people's faces. He and Kimiko did share traits like that, and several others for various reasons Artoria already understood. "Some of us will simply accept the easiest truth to handle. I am not surprised by that at all..." Artoria explained. Of course, she had her own extra logic, that sticking to all the exciting bits was why he ran into such problems as the one he seemed so close to creating for himself. His claims were processed in a very specific way, "Sounds like a problem and headache created by you for you... being callous towards even yourself," Artoria claimed, yes, Gil often saw multiple forms of her on a daily basis, but she was sure he saw multiple forms of his wife the same way, and so did all the others whose wives met such criteria. It was hardly anything but a different bit of spice for it to be one such person over another, a mood based shift or something of the sort. All the while Eri was absorbing information, deciding how to deal with the influx. It was obvious that the blonde and this black haired man were quite intimate. A name associated with herself, a name she'd heard at least once before and associated with someone else, and a new one. A magical gate, him fucking her into this liminal space simply because he had no restraint when fucking this other version of herself. And a gun she could own by rising to challenges she apparently may or may not have done already. And what did she have to say to that. All of it was understandable but all of it was bullshit. And he couldn't be killed, that would make sense given how quickly he'd provided her with a weapon in the first place given the sorts of things she did with them. And in that moment, she made a decision, took a breath her entire mind clear and she pulled the trigger, launching a bullet between his eyes and hoping to be satisfied by the massarce of his face after hearing such random shit fall out of his mouth.

[Bloodedge]

Yugi knew of one eventuality the moment he produced that weapon for Eri. It wouldn't happen immediately, but it would come about soon. Before any of that, however, he was in the middle of a little chat with Artoria. Never had his hips ceased movement, at least in some minor respect. If he was going to be stuck here having two conversations for two different purposes, he was going to at least keep some sensation going. "Too true. But that moment of somebody believing something absolutely ridiculous that might actually be true? There's nothing like it~" he said, amused. Moving on though, was Yugi callous toward even himself? Well... yes, clearly. It wasn't so cut and dry, however. "Not much choice. It's not like I can know when or where I'll end up most times; I have to just not think about it... mostly," he blabbered.

Ah, but soon would come his answers to all of Eri's questions. Once those answers were given, he was progress toward a certain eventuality. Everything seemed to be processing at the expected rate in her mind. As he expected from this earliest version of a great queen, her process led her along a straight path toward the pulling of a trigger. Yugi had some options; what would he choose? For starters, the gun in her hand did not fire bullets, for its barrel was engraved with light magic. The beam that emerged from her firing attempt made a beeline for his head. He could have done any number of things, from preventing ignition to catching, blocking or deflecting. Instead, he thought it best to leave at least a brief moment of satisfaction in Eri. Through his face the shot went, though their was neither blood nor lasting injury. Instead, shadowy wisps seemed to emerge from the point of impact before coalescing into... nothing? He hadn't healed anything; rather no damage of the physical variety had been done. As if it counted as retaliation, he then slapped the rear of Artoria once again. "Wow, rude ─ totally unexpected," he said sarcastically. "You know the worst part? That is the sexy attitude! Smaller body, bigger rage boner! And here I am, not able to do anything about it. I'm even harder than before now! Anyway, is this a done moment, or the sort where you pull the trigger again until you rage quit? 'Cause that wasn't a question."

[Apollymi]

"I am aware, I've fallen prey to those antics on more than one occasion, from both of you even," Artoria said, speaking of both Kimiko and Yugi. That girl was almost as bad as her male counterpart when it came to acting impulsively and being charming enough with enough authority to get other people to do what she wanted as well. Obviously, there was some kind of thrill-seeking involved in such behavior, Artoria wouldn't put it past the pair to be doing such things on whims and memes alone. Ah, but Yugi's words implied that he didn't even know what he'd be up to so he had no choice but to be callous to himself. That was an interesting statement for him to make, she wondered if he ever thought that other people applied similar logic about him in their own lives? Oh well, it wasn't her place to interfere but that wouldn't stop her from having that little thought moving around inside her head. "Hm, still no envy for these problems," Artoria mentioned. Of course, she'd lived her life, managed the lives of countless others and even taken their care into her life personally. She wouldn't say she'd done a great job of it, but she'd tried which was all that could be asked of her, and her retirement was something else entirely.

Moving on from that Eri had her questions answered and in response, she'd pulled the trigger on thta gun. It'd fired so smoothly, a beam of light escaping it instead of a bullet and she'd watched as it made contact with his head. Of course, a gentle upturn of her lips happened as she heard the calm peace of her mind be interrupted once more. His face didn't shatter, and it seemed shadows were putting him back together. Ah and of course he was still talking, something about that she found more annoying than the fact that he'd not actually died. He called her rude sarcastically, he claimed it was worse because her attitude was sexy and the elder one received another slap on the ass, in apparent retaliation. That one moaned a little while the other scoffed. "Fuck you..." Eri scoffed. "Damned weirdo not dying, saying stupid shit to me and having the unmitigated gall to talk shit and look pleased about it. I should shoot you more for being fucking annoying!" Eri commented. She squeezed the trigger three more times, aiming to shoot him in the head again and then in the chest on both sides wondering if that would finish the job. A normal person wouldn't survive any of it, but if he couldn't die there was no reason to avoid the initial desire she had to shoot him. Artoria for her part in this, was still enjoying herself, though she didn't often use this sort of violence while someone was already inside of her, that didn't mean she didn't enjoy the complete steadiness and disregard of her less mature form. "So what you are weird, you answer my questions and I wake up back in bed where I am supposed to be, with the nagging sensation that something I wanted to kill didn't die?" Eri asked that final question while waiting to see the outcome of her shots with her own eyes, figuirng that anything that didn't die of a shot to the head, was actually functionally immortal.

[Bloodedge]

"Well if you're waiting for one of us to make it up to you, I volunteer~" Yugi replied, knowing Artoria herself was subjected to their antics frequently enough. The list of temporal issues aside, another fun part for Yugi was always the... 'apologies' given for random mishaps. Around the time they came to realize how involved deviant behavior was in all things magical, it became even more prevalent in their lives... as it always would.

For now, the more important thing by technicality was dealing with Eri and her trigger finger. It became obvious that she was willing to fire again, once she started a tirade of her own. In fact, she outright made the claim that he should be shot again. Was he being annoying? Well, to her... that was likely to be the case always. She hadn't even been through her first magical rebirth, and her go-to answer was to shoot thrice more. Each additional shot met the same fate as the original, accomplishing all of... nothing. Yugi considered it a fruitless effort, but perhaps she did get enough satisfaction from the act of firing alone. "Done yet?" he asked initially. For every magical bullet fired his way, there was another slap to Artoria's ass on either side ─ now joined by matching forceful thrusts into her holes. "You're paying for this in your future, you know?" he added cheekily. Ah, but Eri did have some understanding of events to share. He could discredit only one thing about her gatherings. "More like... you'll wake up in a puddle? This whole thing will be a dream to you ─ one more aligned to something you'd normally have. I'm thinking of making it the best kill ever, or something like that. That'd do the trick for excusing why you had an orgasm in bed, right? Or... did Emi really get that drunk last night?"

[Apollymi]

Artoria knew that this pair lived for their memes and the little things they took amusement from during their travels. Of course, she wasn't one to wait on an apology and would have demanded one immediately if she thought the situation deserving. "I don't take myself that seriously. Nor will I just indulge you in your apology..." Artoria said in a lightly mocking tone. She knew he volunteered himself as a way to get even more of these moments and while she didn't mind she still wasn't the type to fully submit to all of his antics. No, she'd leave such activities to others, especially while watching her younger self murder a man in cold-blood even while knowing it wouldn't work for her to do so.

At the same time, those four total shots were resulting in four spankings delivered to what was remarked upon as the future version of Hoshimi Eri. She still scoffed at that idea, she was already almost an adult, no way was she growing to that size or shape. Some lies were pretty and told to the self just for the sake of enabling. She wasn't the type to enable herself like that, and she also didn't live a fantasy. "Obviously she doesn't care," Eri snapped in response to the version of herself currently receiving slaps to the ass and moaning as hard thrusts accompanied them. "If that's me, then she knew I was going to shoot you irrespective of what you said..." Eri mentioned being almost haughty about it. According to the man she'd wake up in the puddle having dreamed of the best kill ever. Which would be the explanation for a sleep based orgasm by her own logic, unless of course there was an extreme amount of drunkenness in her younger sister. A scoff came from Eri then along with one more shot directly between his eyes. "Emi does what she wants, we don't take from her...but even she has limits," she said. "No such thing as the best kill ever... I've been hunting that for years doesn't exist," she claimed in absolution. There were very few things she could kill that would bring her innate amounts of satisfaction. After her first everyone seemed just another. She'd taken more to the sport of finding creative ways to kill things. Ones which took skill to pull off, dangerous kills that took planning and extras to figure out. She'd made it a practical game to find creative ways to end the lives of others.

[Bloodedge]

As per usual, Artoria wasn't falling into the 'apology' schtick despite any willingness to participate in similar activities without the fanfare. No matter. The only thing of importance was the actions taken. Yugi wouldn't turn his nose up simply because of a lost justification ─ especially with no justification being needed anyway. "Fine, fine... but I still remember being Japanese. I'm forcing an apology on you anyway~" he stated.

True enough, Artoria didn't seem to care that retaliation struck her for all of Eri's current actions. Such were the ways of traveling space and time, meeting people in different orders, and making agreements outside of normal chronology. Regarding Eri's propensity for shooting regardless of his previous answers, Yugi couldn't consider himself surprised. Even beyond all other reasons, he knew how she was about shiny new weapons of good quality; of course she wanted to test it as well. He was shot in the face once more, and once more it was to no avail. At this point, Yugi had to wonder again what the purpose was. "I should be concerned that I have enough kids now to automatically think of revoking privileges for that," he commented almost absently. "Anyway... if she's got those limits, it's more a 'for now' thing from what I've seen. Same goes for the 'best kill ever' thing. Ari here can tell you how many of them you've had by now. Mind you... it'd been thousands of years, and I'm guessing most of those were aliens and gods."

[Apollymi]

The idea of being Japanese and forcing an apology upon someone was so far displaced from who Artoria was now. She remembered feeling that kind of nervousness in her second life, but it'd been left behind in the growing pains as she adjusted to her retirement properly. "I remember too, but some things are best left where they lie, a lesson for the day no?" she asked with gentle snark applied. It was a key point of their current meeting and the reason he'd now received four gun shots to the head because he couldn't stop himself at all.

Meanwhile yet another slap to the ass occurred and Artoria didn't mind. She knew her less mature selves were prone to violence before all else and given how early this one was on the time line, she was prone to only violence not even truly understanding anything resembling romantic interest in herself. At the same time Yugi apparently thought of revoking privileges for that last shot, "I'm not a child and it would only end in more violence," Eri claimed with a straight face. True to her own words, if she couldn't do what she wanted, she'd likely do something else. Such was why she had a murder contract on her to do list right just now. If Emi only had limits for now, perhaps Eri would be best off not sitting immediately to her left at all public events to avoid the potential of her doing such strange things. Maybe she'd be a bit more reasonable the next time she brought a friend around? Or maybe she wouldn't do any such thing... "Best kills ever? Plural?' she asked those questions and Ari only chuckled. "Best kill ever... so far, to paraphrase a rather infectious individual," she said with a smirk. "You kill a lot of things that feel satisfactory, dealing deaths to gods, aliens and evil-doers alike. I promise you feel a satisfaction unlike any other in quite a few moments. Even one coming up though you won't understand why for a while," she admitted. "Hmm... I wouldn't lie to me so I'll accept that," Eri conceded. Still, that gun in her hands felt rather nice and she knew she'd be giving it up soon so the desire to not let it go was rather high in her mind.

[Bloodedge]

According to Artoria, some things were best left as they were ─ in this case, being Japanese. They both remembered the ways, but neither truly held themselves to them... as if they ever fit that bill anyway. Once again, Yugi was just fishing for justification. Once again, however... he didn't need it. "You know what? You're totally right. So, as I was saying... I'm Venusian, so shut the fuck up and take my love offerings♥~" he replied with sheer indignance. There was no room for argument, no matter how much Artoria tried. Somewhere, at some time, he'd be doing... something.

First though, he had to decide what to do about Eri's itchy trigger finger. He did give some honest thought to the idea of confiscating her gun, but Eri insisted she was not a child and would only bring additional violence. "Not a child, but you'll throw a tantrum if I take your toy? Hell of a way to make your argument stick," he countered. Still, Yugi did nothing to take that gun away from her. She'd actually done nothing but follow her own nature. Whatever the case, she went on to hear from her elder self about an eventful future, full of violence, discovery and... mostly felling great enemies. Eri accepted the explanation, and perhaps the idea of her impending memory erasure. With that, Yugi was finally removing himself from Artoria to take steps toward Eri. Of course, he made no effort to cover himself or the aftereffects of a session with the elder form. "So, you'll have an awesome dream, then you'll wake up. Now... before that happens, make a wish; I'll grant it when it's possible. That'll be my gift to Ari ─ to you."

[Apollymi]

Artoria's snarky commentary got her a similarly snarky reply. He claimed she should receive his love offerings as a Venusian instead of his apologies as a Japanese person. Ah, so aggressive and so overbearing these types always were. Still, there was something about those attitudes Artoria liked enough for such people to be included in her life in multiple aspects. "Ugh, do what you want," Artoria claimed in her typical tsundere fashion.

While such words were normal for Ari, Eri was busy hearing that and looking confused. Such words from her were normally on spared for Emi. Perhaps her other siblings had a degree of freedom but most in the world wouldn't be given such amiable replies. And yes, that reply was amiable. "She must have retired," that was the only logic to be applied to that change in personality. That wasn't Hoshimi Eri, that was someone who had different boundaries and morals, but also still her in a way. She imagined this was the sort of things her parents would have wanted for her when they told them they could do what they wanted in life. "It is not a tantrum if I respond negatively about you taking something from me, that you gave me before I was finished with it," Eri explained of the situation. She wouldn't consider herself capable of a tantrum, but explaining the consequences of his actions was a clear boundary being drawn in the sand, what he did with it, was his own to decide, but he couldn't claim to not understand what would happen as a result of his own actions. No, now he was finally pulling out of Artoria just to walk up to Eri with no shame in his visage. Weird, but they were already having sex in front of her, it was likely one of those odd kinks her elder sister spoke of, what wasn't though was what she was seeing of his natural form. Two massive cocks, why did a single person need two. "Why are there two? That's so fucking unnecessary. The fuck is wrong with you?!" she asked of both the individuals present, only to decide before Artoria could even open her mouth was, "You know what, never mind, after all the other weird shit said today... I don't care. Moving on..." Eri ranted at large. A wish to be granted a gift to her, and what would she ask for? "Eh, a wish from the magical alien man with two dicks, make sure my siblings live happy lives. I'll obviously be fine..." Eri offered. It was her one and only wish, she had none for herself and had already chosen her path in this life. She was unapologetically a murderer who valued her own family above everything else, that was it. With that in mind for the things she might not always be able to take care of, she could live fairly recklessly, even if she didn't remember this conversation later.