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Summary: Tana doesn't quite have all the information.
"Maybe you should apologize," Tana suggested, looking across the room from the Rosen Queen counter to where Feyth was standing, looking a little disoriented and more than a bit put out.
"Demons don't apologize," Lyss said sternly. "Besides, we all die now and then. He can get used to it. Anyway, it was just a training exercise."
"Which why he's upset. I know he wants to be..."
Lyss narrowed her eyes. "Since when did Laharl decide you were a unit leader?"
Paying for her purchases, Lyss stepped away. "We're all edgy. There are big battles coming up."
"Which is why the troops need to know that they're important," Tana pleaded. She knew Lyss was stubborn, but this was bordering on ridiculous.
"He's going to be part of my unit," Lyss said nonchalantly after a moment. "He and Jemma-nys the Mage."
"Oh..." Tana paused, her mouth open. "Right."
The opportunity was seized in a moment as Lyss didn't bother to consider her surroundings before pulling Tana into a deep kiss. Tana was just a bit younger and certainly weaker, but Lyss certainly respected her counterpart's opinion. She just wished that Tana would wait to know all of the information before drawing conclusions.
Tana was warm and tasted of the overwhelmingly sweet hospital medicine they had all had administered. Usually the taste was grotesque, but coming from Tana's mouth it was a perfect poison.
"I should take him out to fight dragons," Lyss said thoughtfully after she let Tana go. Tana just gasped for breath, obviously still a bit confused as to what had just transpired.
"Not right now," Tana replied a moment later as she glanced back at where Feyth was still standing.
Peering over, Lyss couldn't help a slightly wicked grin. Deus-in, another member of her unit, had his fingers up in Feyth's hair, pulling the young demon close enough for questionable behavior.
"I do think all is well that ends well," Lyss said, grabbing her axe from where it leaned against a wall and hoisting it over her shoulder. Her sword hung at her side, leaving her one free hand to playfully smack Tana's bottom.
"Well? You call that 'well'? I was one alternate netherworld demon away from being you, y'know? And then I would be the one calling the shots..."
Lyss rolled her eyes, trying to block out her pink-haired girlfriend's continued rambling as they headed off to their barracks for a bit of rest.
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