Random BKO Crack Take 2

PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE READING!!!!!!!









Milly had always wondered what a drunk Paramachina would look like. Well now she had her answer. It looked liked a normal one. Which was not good considering the three bottles she had downed trying to get Guillo drunk were starting to remind her they weren't downed with impunity.
Now I see the drawbacks of having half of your body made of machina. You have half as much blood to dilute the alcohol in. And considering that, her resilience was impressive, a deed worthy of being remembered in song. Probably along with those she had learned in the barracks of the dark service when she had snuck in as a child.
"What's wrong Milliarde?"
Milly forced herself to get a grip on her rather traitorous senses, and to look at Guillo in the eyes. Well, holes. This fight definitely wasn't even, with apparently uneffective alcohol, and the absence of eyes to read. All her spy training she had harassed her father for couldn't even pay off.
"Nothing. It's nothing. I was just thinking that that last mix wasn't as good as the previous one… Maybe we should add a celestial flower bud to it before mixing…"
"Milliarde?"
"… yes?"
"Why is your face red?"
She looked at him blankly for a few seconds. Could the thing really be that clueless? But then she remembered. Guillo had lived with Sagi for as long as he (it?) could remember.
Well that explained a lot.
"That is the natural shade of a well preserved white face once it's graced by the sun. It shows both that I'm an imperial delicate noble girl, and that I've been running around the sky with you guys for far too long."
"Then why was it white when we came in?"
"That's because it's delayed action."
"Oh."
A pause.
"I see."
Another pause.
"Well it's not like YOU show any signs of having been around. With metal skin and such."
"… it seems so…"
She cracked.
"For Wiseman's sake, can't you just react for once? This is like the Holoholo jungle all over again, I don't know why I'm even bothering with you!"
Guillo looked at her, tactfully ignoring the now very unladylikely crimson that had invaded what was left of her face to conquer.
"Because you have no one else to bother?"
She snorted.
"Dingbat."
"Wench."
It wasn't even an insult any more, more of an acknowledgement.
Silence floated around for a few moments while the other people in the bar were singing bawdy songs from different countries, trying to make up for their lost wings. Or to show which island was the most macho, one couldn't really tell.
"Tell me Guillo…"
"… yes?"
"Do you even have a mouth? I mean, you drink and stuff, but you obviously don't need to. Aren't you a puppet?"
"Because I was created by those midget magicians doesn't mean I can't appreciate what pleasure there is in life. Besides, wine is such a classy thing to drink. But why the question, Milliarde?"
Think clearly think clearly, THINK CLEARLY, are you the emperor's daughter or what?
"Can you appreciate the pleasure in life? You don't seem that eager to."
"I think so. Why, am I missing something, Milliarde?"
Stay put, you're an imperial lady, stay put, OH THE HELL WITH IT!
No matter how complicated one would think it is, the headscarf actually takes a second and a half to take of. And for someone whose half a body had metabolised three bottles of alcohol it's quite a feat.
It also turns out that Milly still doesn't know if what Guillo has is really a mouth, cause she's too busy working at it that she didn't take the time to look.
Shit. I'm drunk. And now I think about it, I've suddenly turned bi too.
"Oh. I was missing something."
"Of course you were. You're the dingbat."
"And is that bad?"
"No! I mean, yes! Er…"
Time to change the subject.
"Is that even a mouth?"
"You didn't seem to care a few seconds ago."
She pondered that for a second.
"That's true."
And she resumed kissing.
I don't even want to wonder if there's a need for safe sex or not.




Don't kill me XD