[ She's staring at him, arms crossed over damp red clothes, bad posture and petty manners. Cellar walks toward the passenger door to stand in front of him, eye to eye, only to place a hand in front of his face — casting a shadow that elopes into her grasp, growing and reshaping itself until she sends it away to wrap around the decayed victim. Like a spider spinning its web without even having to look at her job, Saber is treated to a morbidly comical treat: a perfectly black cocoon carrying off the body until it disappears inside the house, to be hidden god-knows-where. If he won't do it, he'll just have to wait for her instead.
After that display, he gets an immature little smile. ]
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After that display, he gets an immature little smile. ]
Okay, I'm ready!
[ Inside the car she goes. ]