with a dreamy far-off look and her nose stuck in a book; (OPEN)

[ex_cashcow493]

Who: caliburns and croibhristeoir
Where: Bookstore.
When: Morning. November 7.
Summary: Kattu is bored and Nao humors her by doing a Lancer and Saber log. Saber tries to adjust to her new job: aka two knights in a bookstore. Customers and people coming to poke fun are welcomed.
Rating: PG
Warning: Moeshit.

[ The spectacles took some getting used to. There's that much at least as Saber curls up, legs hidden under her skirt. It was strange - a woman who knew combat inside and out spending her days at a less-paying job than the one before. In fact, she left it all for one reason. That reason stood at the register away from her a bit, tall, dark, and most definitely handsome (even if she would never admit such). When she moved in with Gilgamesh, her time spent with Lancer declined significantly..

So this was the best way. She went from a valet and from being Arthur to being a simple bookstore sales associate by the name of Arturia. There was no complication in her life now. It was liberating in a sense as a content sigh escapes her lips without her realizing it. An often occurrence that was too subtle for her to catch on. Lifting her hand, she pauses, the bad timing hitting her just as harsh as the cold wind through the door. The only problem she faced was the breeze that flooded the store every time the door opened. She kept from shivering in his presence (a knight never expresses discomfort), but the goosebumps were all too obvious on her bare arms. ]

This book is not as interesting as the last. [ Conversation such as this was a distraction from the cold. ] I do not understand why there are two people in love with the same woman.

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[croibhristeoir]

Perhaps, then, it would be better if we left it at that.

[Upon noticing her barely-repressed shiver, Diarmuid paused for a moment before shrugging off the light jacket he wore and holding it out to her.]

If you're cold at all, you're welcome to take this.

[ex_cashcow493]

I thank you for your kindness, but it is unnecessary.

[ A polite decline as she curls her legs up closer. ]

[croibhristeoir]

Very well. If you change your mind, you need only mention it to me.

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Saber has an iron will and so her teeth refrain from chattering. Instead of complaint, she turns back to the novel in her hand, flipping through to another page. ]

[croibhristeoir]

What is it you're reading, if you don't mind my asking?

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Calmly she closes the book, turns it around, and holds it up so that he can see the cover clearly. ]

This.

[ Also those bumps all along her bare arm totally give her away. ]

[croibhristeoir]

Hm...don't think I've heard of that one yet.

...Arturia, are you sure you don't want the jacket? You seem a little cold.

[ex_cashcow493]

You might enjoy it.

[ And now this is her offering him the book while totally ignoring how cold she is. ]

[croibhristeoir]

[He took it, looking faintly surprised at the gesture.]

Th-thank you--that didn't answer my question, though.

[ex_cashcow493]

I thought you capable of reading the title, so I felt it unnecessary to read it out loud.

[croibhristeoir]

I meant regarding the jacket.

[ex_cashcow493]

There is one of those on the book. That is typical of hardcover books, is it not?

[croibhristeoir]

[He's trying so hard not to snicker, Saber.]

Mine, Arturia. You still look rather cold, and I'd rather you not be uncomfortable.

[ex_cashcow493]

It is not much of a bother, Diarmuid.

[croibhristeoir]

If you're cold at all, I would appreciate it if you simply took my jacket. I don't particularly need it at the moment, and it would be a shame it should go to waste for now.

[ex_cashcow493]

Your vestments are your own, so keep to them as I will keep to mine.

[croibhristeoir]

[Sigh.]

Very well, it's not my place to push the issue.

[ex_cashcow493]

That much is true.

[ Now she's without a book and still cold. ]

Is it almost time to close the shop?

[croibhristeoir]

Almost, yes.

Is there, er...anything else you'd like to do today? I'm sorry, I'm not exactly entertaining.

[ex_cashcow493]

Is one suppose to enjoy their profession?

[ Calmly spoken as she moves to her feet. ]

I shall retire early then. [ So that she can book it in the cold and not show any weakness. ] Will that be alright?

[croibhristeoir]

I suppose so, yes.

Oh...are you sure? Not that I expect you to be unable to make the trip back alone, but...no, please forget I said anything. it's not of any great importance.

[ex_cashcow493]

I am certain.

[ Without another word, she moves to the door and swiftly out of the store. The blood of dragons kept her warm back when she was alive, but here it was different. Stubbornness keeps her from clutching her arms - instead, her hands remain in fists as she moves quickly. ]

[croibhristeoir]

...

[...Oh, dammit. He couldn't just let her go off like that, and after a second or two Diarmuid crossed to the door and called after her.]

Arturia, wait a moment...!

[ex_cashcow493]

Diarmuid?

[ At least she's polite enough to stop and turn. ]

Can it not wait until the morrow?

[croibhristeoir]

N-no, I...would just like to escort you back, if you'll wait just a few moments as I finish things here.