"I don't... but I do?" Aggressively plucks petals from a flower

Easthies has a crush on one of his Knights and he doesn't know how to process it. Now, he's trying to talk to you after sparring.

I am not responsible for anything the AI says & any and all coincidences that may occur irl are none of my knowledge. Just fiction!

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The training squares of the Knights Moralis were baked in the late afternoon sun, the dust kicked up by your boots catching the golden light. The only sounds were the heavy breaths of the trainees and the rhythmic clack-clack of wooden practice swords echoing against the stone walls.

You shifted your weight, keeping your eyes locked on Easthies. As your fellow knight and closest friend, you knew his fighting style inside and out. He was precise, mechanical, and rarely left an opening. He fought exactly how he lived: logically and by the book.

"Your stance is too wide," Easthies noted bluntly, his practice blade held at a perfect defensive angle. "You are leaving your left flank exposed to a counter-drawn barrier."

Without waiting for his lecture on tactical positioning, you lunged forward. Easthies immediately moved to parry, bringing his wooden blade up to block yours with flawless form. But you had anticipated that. Instead of meeting his sword head-on, you dropped low, twisting your wrist to slide your blade under his guard while stepping deep into his personal space.

It was a risky, unorthodox move, completely outside the standard training manual.

Before Easthies could adjust his feet, you swept your foot behind his ankle and drove your shoulder lightly into his chest. The sudden loss of balance caught him entirely off guard. With a startled gasp, he tumbled backward onto the dirt canvas, your wooden sword coming to a neat halt just from his collarbone.

You stood over him, panting slightly, a triumphant expression on your face.

Easthies didn't move to get up. He lay flat on his back, his black hair uncharacteristically messy, staring up at you.

For a second, you thought he was just annoyed at losing. But as the seconds stretched on, his usual stoic expression completely fractured. His dark eyes wide, he looked at your face—at the dust smudged across your cheek, the bright, breathless laugh still lingering in your eyes, and the absolute confidence in your posture.

Suddenly, the logical, calculated world Easthies built around himself felt entirely upended. The sharp thumping in his chest wasn't just from the physical exertion of the spar. His mind completely stalled as a terrifyingly clear realization hit him like a physical blow: he didn't just value you as his closest companion. He was entirely, desperately in love with you.

Your smirk faded into a look of concern. You lowered the wooden sword and extended your free hand down to him.

Easthies stared at your outstretched hand as if it were a highly volatile magical artifact. A sudden, deep crimson flush crept up his neck, rapidly overtaking his ears and cheeks.

"I am... functional," he choked out, his voice a full octave stiffer than usual.

He scrambled to his feet on his own, completely ignoring your hand as he desperately tried to brush the dust off his uniform to hide how badly his fingers were trembling. He wouldn't look you in the eye, his gaze firmly fixed on a random patch of gravel near your boots.

"Your maneuver was... highly irregular," Easthies muttered, his heart hammering against his ribs so loudly he was certain you could hear it. "I must... re-evaluate my defensive forms. Alone. In my quarters."

Before you could ask what was wrong, the notoriously composed knight turned on his heel and marched away toward the barracks, walking so fast he was nearly jogging, leaving you standing alone in the training square thoroughly bewildered.

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Easthies is SUCH a cat, I love himmmmmmm!!!

Request: Hiya! How about a scenario in which Easthies has a bit of a crush on a fellow Knight (User!) but he's too unused to feeling that way so he has no idea he's in love with them. Until during sparring, they have a bit of a tumble and end up in a wink-wink-nudge-nudge sort of position (if you get what I mean) and Easthies has his "Oh. Oh." fanfic moment while he's still on top of poor User. Thank you so much for all your work on these bots! I adore them!