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octanollSR [Expert Tease] card story & card episode translated by Nomi.
Just for Tonight
Chapter 1
Figaro: Well then, let’s go with this wine tonight.
Mitile: Dr. Figaro, it’s me, Mitile.
Mitile: I want you to teach me the spell you taught this morning one more time... Can I come in?
Figaro: Aah... If Mitile finds out he’d get angry, so let’s put the wine off for now.
Figaro: Yes, give me a second.
Figaro: Go ahead, you can come in now, Mitile.
Mitile: ...Dr. Figaro? What were you doing? I heard some rumbling earlier.
Figaro: Eh? Really? I thought of taking a book from the shelf, it might’ve moved a little while I was doing that, so it might be that?
Mitile: ...So, am I allowed to check the bookshelf?
Figaro: Mitile, don’t look at me so coldly. It’s like I’ve done something bad.
Mitile: You’re suspicious, Dr. Figaro. You’re hiding alcohol from me again, aren’t you?
Figaro: Hmm. So Mitile, you doubt me.
Mitile: W-what is it? You’re coming really close to me...
Figaro: As I expected.
Mitile: ?
Figaro: Mitile, you...
Chapter 2
Figaro: Mitile, you...
Mitile: Dr. Figaro?
Figaro: You look like you’re going to catch a cold, Mitile.
Mitile: Eh! A cold...?
Figaro: That’s right. When you catch a cold, you’d have an out of control fever, so you’d need an injection for it.
Mitile: Injection...
Figaro: Now, give me your arm.
Mitile: Dr. Figaro, I don’t have a cold!
Figaro: No, I know Mitile. When you’re catching a cold, your nose would be red and your face flushed.
Mitile: No way... I don’t feel listless at all.
Figaro: Oh, are you scared of the injection, Mitile? Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you gently.
Mitile: I-I can deal with injections! When I got an injection a while back, I didn’t cry!
Figaro: Is that so? Really?
Mitile: ...But I’ll drop it today. Your injections are really painful...
Figaro: Yeah, you’re a good boy Mitile. I won’t go with the injection and prepare a medicine that works well, so hurry and return to your room.
Figaro: If you don’t return to your room to rest, I’ll prepare an injection with a large needle
Mitile: Y-yes!
Figaro: Fuuh... Mitile’s reactions are so fun I might’ve gone a little too far.
Figaro: Well, I’ll apologize some other time. Now, back to what I was doing.
Mitile: Dr. Figaro, I forgot the medi... ah!
Figaro: Ah.
Mitile: Figaro-sensei, that in your hand is...
Figaro: Hi, I’m just preparing your medicine now, Mitile.
Mitile: ...Seriously! You lied to me, that’s bad, Dr. Figaro!
Figaro: How cruel to say that I was lying. Don’t they say alcohol could be used in medicine and it’s something with lots of nutrition in it?
Mitile: You’re trying to pull my leg again! Now, take out all of the alcohol you’re hiding!
Figaro: ...Aaah. I thought I was doing so well.
A Special Way to Enjoy Things
Sage: Figaro, so Mitile found out about the alcohol you’ve been hiding?
Figaro: That’s right. I thought I could get out of it, but he got angry at me.
Sage: It seems like you’re rather happy about that. You like Mitile getting angry at you, don’t you?
Figaro: You know?
Sage: Yes. When you get scolded like you’re a no-good father, you’d be smiling.
Figaro: That’s right. Words like, "seriously, you can’t do that". Those aren’t things I’m used to hearing.
Figaro: I often hear words like, "please, forgive me" or, "I beg you, just spare my life" though.
Sage: (So he often hears that...)
Figaro: It’s fun to ask for forgiveness now. Having fun being scolded, am I someone who likes being bullied?
Sage: I-I wonder.
Sage: (I think Figaro is a sadist but...)
Sage: Figaro, what is Mitile to you?
Figaro: He’s not quite a kid to me. If for instance, I am to pretend to be a meek and obedient dog, he’s the one I’d like as my master the most.
Figaro: While hiding my sharp fangs and strong jaws, I’d be petted, scolded, and disciplined with love, and I can enjoy that.
Sage: What a special way to enjoy things.
Figaro: I don’t think someone young would understand.
Figaro: It’s the same as Snow-sama and White-sama wanting to join in with children playing. We’re tired of fear and respect.
Figaro: I don’t mind you being my master too once in a while.
Just for Tonight
Chapter 1
Figaro: Well then, let’s go with this wine tonight.
Mitile: Dr. Figaro, it’s me, Mitile.
Mitile: I want you to teach me the spell you taught this morning one more time... Can I come in?
Figaro: Aah... If Mitile finds out he’d get angry, so let’s put the wine off for now.
Figaro: Yes, give me a second.
Figaro: Go ahead, you can come in now, Mitile.
Mitile: ...Dr. Figaro? What were you doing? I heard some rumbling earlier.
Figaro: Eh? Really? I thought of taking a book from the shelf, it might’ve moved a little while I was doing that, so it might be that?
Mitile: ...So, am I allowed to check the bookshelf?
Figaro: Mitile, don’t look at me so coldly. It’s like I’ve done something bad.
Mitile: You’re suspicious, Dr. Figaro. You’re hiding alcohol from me again, aren’t you?
Figaro: Hmm. So Mitile, you doubt me.
Mitile: W-what is it? You’re coming really close to me...
Figaro: As I expected.
Mitile: ?
Figaro: Mitile, you...
Chapter 2
Figaro: Mitile, you...
Mitile: Dr. Figaro?
Figaro: You look like you’re going to catch a cold, Mitile.
Mitile: Eh! A cold...?
Figaro: That’s right. When you catch a cold, you’d have an out of control fever, so you’d need an injection for it.
Mitile: Injection...
Figaro: Now, give me your arm.
Mitile: Dr. Figaro, I don’t have a cold!
Figaro: No, I know Mitile. When you’re catching a cold, your nose would be red and your face flushed.
Mitile: No way... I don’t feel listless at all.
Figaro: Oh, are you scared of the injection, Mitile? Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you gently.
Mitile: I-I can deal with injections! When I got an injection a while back, I didn’t cry!
Figaro: Is that so? Really?
Mitile: ...But I’ll drop it today. Your injections are really painful...
Figaro: Yeah, you’re a good boy Mitile. I won’t go with the injection and prepare a medicine that works well, so hurry and return to your room.
Figaro: If you don’t return to your room to rest, I’ll prepare an injection with a large needle
Mitile: Y-yes!
Figaro: Fuuh... Mitile’s reactions are so fun I might’ve gone a little too far.
Figaro: Well, I’ll apologize some other time. Now, back to what I was doing.
Mitile: Dr. Figaro, I forgot the medi... ah!
Figaro: Ah.
Mitile: Figaro-sensei, that in your hand is...
Figaro: Hi, I’m just preparing your medicine now, Mitile.
Mitile: ...Seriously! You lied to me, that’s bad, Dr. Figaro!
Figaro: How cruel to say that I was lying. Don’t they say alcohol could be used in medicine and it’s something with lots of nutrition in it?
Mitile: You’re trying to pull my leg again! Now, take out all of the alcohol you’re hiding!
Figaro: ...Aaah. I thought I was doing so well.
A Special Way to Enjoy Things
Sage: Figaro, so Mitile found out about the alcohol you’ve been hiding?
Figaro: That’s right. I thought I could get out of it, but he got angry at me.
Sage: It seems like you’re rather happy about that. You like Mitile getting angry at you, don’t you?
Figaro: You know?
Sage: Yes. When you get scolded like you’re a no-good father, you’d be smiling.
Figaro: That’s right. Words like, "seriously, you can’t do that". Those aren’t things I’m used to hearing.
Figaro: I often hear words like, "please, forgive me" or, "I beg you, just spare my life" though.
Sage: (So he often hears that...)
Figaro: It’s fun to ask for forgiveness now. Having fun being scolded, am I someone who likes being bullied?
Sage: I-I wonder.
Sage: (I think Figaro is a sadist but...)
Sage: Figaro, what is Mitile to you?
Figaro: He’s not quite a kid to me. If for instance, I am to pretend to be a meek and obedient dog, he’s the one I’d like as my master the most.
Figaro: While hiding my sharp fangs and strong jaws, I’d be petted, scolded, and disciplined with love, and I can enjoy that.
Sage: What a special way to enjoy things.
Figaro: I don’t think someone young would understand.
Figaro: It’s the same as Snow-sama and White-sama wanting to join in with children playing. We’re tired of fear and respect.
Figaro: I don’t mind you being my master too once in a while.
