sweethymns | ғaтe/alт.dιѕтorтιon

[In the few classes that Lien actually attends, to other people she's mostly known as a minor oddity (multiple piercings and glasses??? Vietnamese American, but was in England????), but hardly an obtrusive presence as she kept to herself and acted politely enough; heck she was surprisingly helpful at times when it came to notes or remembering important school matters. So understandably, it's somewhat weird to see her act... well...

In response to Lancer, she just stuffs the rest of the bread into her mouth and whatever she's trying to say, it just comes out muffled and she gestures in a way that at least is saying, "We're going now, come on, come one."

Some of the people whisper to each other:]

"Is she annoyed?"

"I can't tell..."

"She's annoyed..."

[Lien just walks out the gate, chewing and then swallowing her food while waiting for Cu to follow after her.]

[ It's not particularly hard to tell that she's minorly ticked off, but Cu can't immediately tell why— maybe he was being completely indiscreet, yeah, but being friendly and blending in is a step up from, say, appearing in his usual attire and hefting Gae Bolg around, right...

Pulling a face, he follows Lien with his hands on his hips, canting his head slightly to the side to try to gauge his Master's mood. ]

What, did you mess up on your test or something?

[It's unfortunate that she isn't able to interpret her own mood at that moment which makes it even more confusing. In any case, at the bus stop, she takes out a water bottle and takes a drink before answering.]

No. Class wasn't all that bad today.

[A beat and then she looks up at Lancer.]

I think I'm just hungry.

[THAT'S TOTALLY IT...]

[ And, in a spectacular show of chivalry: ]

Huh?

You were just eating.

[ thanks, cu. ]

Well, yeah. I got so hungry I was stuffing myself with bread before meeting up with you.

[~~although really, the truth was, she knew she was going to say something way out of place and that was a self-conscious way of stopping herself from doing so~~]

Damn, remind me not to get on your bad side when you're hungry.

[ Is the sensible conclusion he comes to, raising a brow at Lien before tapping his foot on the ground in wait for the bus. ]

Mn.

[... In all honesty, she's feeling somewhat guilty for being dishonest. But she couldn't help it. She doesn't know what she's feeling. Or she does and rather not confront it. There's other fish to fry in this War after all.]

... Wonder how I'm gonna explain myself when I have class next week??

I don't know— do women keep guards around anymore, in this day and age? That would have been a convenient excuse a few centuries ago.

[ "A few centuries", give and take a thousand years. ]

Well, if they're rich and from a family of prominent standing? Yeah, it'd work to an extent, but I'm just a temporary student from overseas.

If you buy me one of those things—

[ He points to a passing car, snickering under his palm as he lights a cigarette. ]

—you could say I'm your driver.

[That actually makes her crack the slightest of smiles]

I have more money than you think, but not enough for that.

Speaking of, everyone in this age is so uptight, you know that? Used to be that people would give you free room and board for a few nights of protection— now everything's about money and compensation.

...Not that I have stuff to complain about.

[ He laughs, drawing in a breath of smoke and releasing it; it feels nostalgic, somehow. ]

That's the modern world for you. There's so many people in the world and so much has been discovered that the line between what's true and what's false gets blurred.

... Barring magic, but you know what I mean. I'm speaking broadly.

[She sighs.]

Not even having Eyes like mine helps much.

Well, yeah. I was getting used to people being cagey about themselves and offering their hand, but...

[ He reaches inside his jeans pocket, and pulls out a few scraps of paper that have what seem to be digits on them. ]

...I got a few "phone numbers".

I... Oh, right, I didn't give you the number to my place so there's no way they'll call the phone, thank god.

[She uses email if people have to absolutely talk to her, but phones? Rarely if never.]

Relax. You know what they used to say about a place?

[ The slips are shoved back into his pocket, because for all his tendencies to be aggressive when it counts, simple acts of near-kindness (which he supposes this is, he's not quite sure of the implications) don't go unnoticed. ]

"If the women are happy, you're in a good town".

You are going to make me face really hyped up women only to disappoint them once you don't call them back.

If I'm not going to die because of this War, then the cause of my death might be them.

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Don't worry, "Master". If they try to stab you in the gut, I'll be there to fend them off.

[ He drops his cigarette on the ground, crushes it with his heel. ]

Or you could go into hiding, because I'd rather not kill women and children.

... You know what, I'll take it.

[She's about to make a remark about redirecting them towards Diarmuid, but considering what she experienced, it's too mean.

The bus approaches and Lien walks in, paying fare for the both of them and heading towards the very end.]

Think we'll be in for a brawl tonight?

[She asks him in a hushed voice; of course she's referring to the possible Master whose presence was only made known yesterday.]

[ New experience list: riding on buses, check. It's a little fascinating, and he almost misses Lien's whisper between checking out the buttons on the seats and windows. ]

Huh? Yeah, it's likely. Whoever's been keeping an eye on you hasn't stopped all day.

[ Which is stupid, considering that Cu was also right there, but he figures that whoever is stalking them is cocky, or stupid, or both. ]

[She takes a seat near a window, placing her tote bag on her lap.]

Guess we'll have to choose the grounds to duke it out on. [Already thinking of possible areas and where to place a Field and such...]

Ai may be down for the count, but she's got her Servant and she could probably kill a person from a bed. Not that she would, but a broken limb is a good deterrent.

I'd worry about yourself before you start worrying about everyone else around you. Your sister's Servant can hold his own fort.

[ He says, throwing his feet out as much as he can on the cramped space on the bus, tapping his heels on the floor. ]

If it's a one-on-one that our enemy wants, I'm all for giving it to them.

[Worry about yourself... It's not like she doesn't, but at the same time there's something foreign about the concept. Then again, since the moment she contracted with him, Lien had been more worried about outer repercussions compared to what it was doing to her as a Master.

She slumps into her seat, head tilted so it lays against the window.]

... I didn't dream last night. Could be a good thing, right?

[ That seems mildly out of the blue, so he turns in his seat and raises a brow. ]

Yeah? Dream about what?

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