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"So,"
Hilda pokes at Claude's shoulder "how'd this happen?"
Claude slaps her hand away before responding. "You know the new professor, yeah?"
"Mhm."
"He stabbed me during the fake battle."
"Annndddd how exactly did that happen?"
Claude sighs, dumping himself into a chair.
"He used that fancy sword of his to grab me out of the tree I was in."
Hilda gapes at him.
"He what?"
"The teach lassoed me out of my perch and pinned me against a tree, Hilda."
"Hot." She responds almost immediately.
Claude shoots her an amused look.
"But, what happened after that? He didn't just give you a simple tap and send you on your way?"
The Golden Deer leader twirls a finger around his braid, glancing about the room.
"Well, he was going to..."
"Claude. What did you do."
"Weeeeelllllll, I might've said that I wanted to at least have a fighting chance."
"Oh no."
He settles his gaze back onto his companion, a grin forming.
"And when he let me go I also might've stupidly said that I fight dirty."
"You dumb-dumb."
Claude leans forward, eyes glinting.
"I'm not even at the best part, dear zinnia!"
He stands, getting low into a crouch.
"The professor puts away his legendary sword, pulls out his dagger,"
Claude pulls out his own dagger, pointing it at Hilda, who looks amazed at this point "and legitimately says, "So, stab wounds?""
Hilda snorts, covering her mouth.
"And that's how your shoulder got messed up?"
Claude dramatically sighs and nods, sheathing his dagger and tossing his arm across her shoulders.
"And that's how my shoulder got messed up."
"At least he had the decency to heal it up afterwards."
"Yeah, that was sweet."
They stand in silence for a few seconds.
"Still hurts, though." Claude pouts.
"Poor baby."
"But still, I must admit he stabbed me so... lovingly."
"Snnrk, what!?"
He squishes his cheek against hers, throwing his other arm out to the side.
"Hilds, I'm telling you, this man slipped that dagger of his so carefully and tenderly into my flesh I almost cried."
"You totally cried."
"Only a little!"
He boops her nose and lets go of her. She shakes her head at him, an exasperated smile on her lips.
"And I'm guessing after that he quickly slapped a healing spell onto you?"
"Yeah, after my little yelp of pain, he healed my wound, and goes "I win." It was cute, honestly."
"You find strange things cute."
"I find you cute."
Hilda gasps.
"Excuse me, I'm adorable!"
Claude wags a finger at her.
"Nope, you're cute therefore you're strange!"
Hilda goes to lunge at him, Claude jumps away laughing merrily.
"You're the strangest one here!"
"Aw, you think I'm the cutest? Thank you so much!"
"Come back here so I can strangle you!"
"Oh trust me, I would love your hands on me but I'm afraid I must leave! I need to see a certain professor about the ache he caused."
"Yah!"
"Woah--!"
Claude tumbles to the ground, Hilda falling on his back.
A familiar blue haired professor walks by, observes the scene, and continues to walk.
Claude waves at him while batting away Hilda's hands, laughing loudly at her grumbling.