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"Are you finished, Xenovia-san?" the Devil's advocate asked, the concern in his tone a mockery to Xenovia's pride as a warrior, a pride which she shamelessly discarded at the sight of another full plate of food being offered to her by the redhead, the overhead lighting giving him the appearance of having a halo "Will you be wanting more as well then?"
"Y-Yes please…" she stammered, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment as she accepted the gift of food with decidedly more grace than her Heretical Partner, watching the redhead return to the kitchen with a smile on his face.
"Mm, this is the best!" Irina sighed, clasping her hands together around her spoon as her eyes glistened with tears "Dear lord! Thank you for sending this Good Samaritan our way! May you see fit to reward him for his kindness even if he is a Pagan!"
"Control yourself, Irina." Xenovia muttered, though truth be told she was just glad the girl had beaten her to the punch, as she'd most likely have begged the same of their lord "No need to draw any more attention to ourselves."
"Sorry." Irina offered, sticking her tongue out cheekily "But you see Xenovia? It was all a trial sent by God after all! How else do you explain someone like Emiya-kun appearing before us in this City of Pagans and Devils? Truly he is an instrument of the Lord's will!"
"You may be onto something there." Xenovia muttered, her expression thoughtful as she glanced towards the kitchen "Not about the trial, I still blame you for that, but there is definitely something about this 'Emiya'…something about his left arm."
"You noticed it too?" Irina noted, Xenovia's opinion of her partner rising a little at her admittance even as she placed a spoon to her lips "I thought it felt similar to those bindings you keep Destruction in."
"It is similar, yes, but at the same time different." Xenovia mused, her expression unreadable as she watched the redhead cooking through the gap in the wall "Truth be told, I've only sensed something like it once before, back when I was tasked with returning the remains of a Saint to the Vatican."
"No way!" Irina gasped, looking around in case of eavesdroppers before leaning in close to whisper in her partner's ear "Do you think Emiya-san may be associated with the Eastern-Orthodox Church?"
"I can think of no other reason why he'd approach us, especially if he's carrying what I think he is." Xenovia admitted, her expression serious "It's possible he was working as support for our contact that was murdered by Sellzen and sought us out to learn the details."
"So he's definitely a good guy, right?" Irina deduced, smiling cheerfully at the prospect of making a new friend, especially after finding out her childhood one had become a Devil, and the Red Dragon Emperor at that "I mean, come on girl, anyone who can cook this heavenly can't be a bad guy!"
"Temptation was the first sin." Xenovia reminded her flatly, even as her mouth watered at the reminder of the cooling plate before her "Keep in mind, while the Eastern Orthodox Church agreed to help, they didn't offer up their remaining Excalibur for this hunt. It could very well be they intend to steal all the Excaliburs for themselves once the dust settles to use as a bargaining chip."
"So you're saying we should keep our guard up." Irina deduced, her expression troubled yet determined as she pumped her fists determinedly "Don't you worry Xenovia; you can count on me-!"
"Order up!" the man, Emiya, called out, the redhead emerging from the kitchen with a plate of fried rice in one hand and a sizzling hamburger steak in the other "You two ready?"
"YES!" Irina chirped, all signs of her previous serious attitude and determination evaporating into thin air as she all but snatched the food out of his hands, Xenovia's head thumping off the table in exasperation.
'This girl…' she muttered, glaring pointedly at the airhead as she stuffed herself with rice, only to blink as a familiar face entered the café, her eyes narrowing as the Red Dragon Emperor caught sight of her.
Issei's Point of View...
'Feh, of all the places to run into them it had to be here.' Issei muttered, torn between relief at finally locating the two errant battle-nuns and annoyance in that it was in the self-same café where Emiya Shirou worked 'Why does this guy keep turning up where he's not wanted?'
"Welcome." The redhead called out, glancing over the group, his eyes narrowing briefly at the sight of Issei before smiling at the pouting form of Saji "Good Afternoon, Saji-san, Toujou-san." He greeted politely, seemingly ignoring Issei entirely "Will you be eating in or out? If the former, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave your pet outside, the Manager doesn't allow animals in store."
"Who're you calling an animal, asshole?!" Issei snapped, seriously wishing he could just summon his Sacred Gear and belt the fucker, only to yelp as Koneko pinched his flank with all her rook strength.
"We're with them." The loli deadpanned, gesturing towards Xenovia and Irina, the former of whom was eying them suspiciously while the latter waved cheerfully at Issei between bites of food "Issei-Senpai treat."
"I see," Emiya noted, ignoring Issei's heated denials, which were cut off once again by Koneko pinching his side sharply as he turned on his heel and walked off "Very well, I'll add your bill to theirs."
'Asshole!' Issei swore, unable to do anything but glare pointedly at the redhead's back as Koneko dragged him and Saji towards the battle nuns, the pawn weeping at the sight of the stacks of empty plates they'd already emptied.
"We meet again, Red Dragon Emperor." Xenovia greeted, though the seriousness of her image was somewhat ruined by the presence of rice plastered on the side of her mouth "What can we do for you?"
"Is that really the attitude you should be taking with the guy who just agreed to pay for your meal?" Issei deadpanned, his brow twitching irritably, only to blink as the nuns recoiled as if slapped, looking down at their plates as if they'd betrayed them "Uh…you okay?"
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