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.

Comments

[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.

[ex_cashcow493]

Very well.

[ Guess who's standing firmly out in the cold? ]

[croibhristeoir]

...you could at least come inside, you know.

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. She's going to step back inside with no emotion on her face, keeping her ire to herself. ]

[croibhristeoir]

Th-thank you. I'll be done in just a few minutes.

[PCHOOOO, off to close up at lightning speed.]

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Speaking of 'choo', guess who might give a light sneeze? ]

Do you require any aid?

[croibhristeoir]

[Goddammit, Seiba.]

Not at all, I should be finished momentarily.

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Do you want this to be cute shit or not, Rancah? ]

Alright.

[ Quiet, disregarding the previous noise she's made, she allows the time to pass with thoughts of various foods. ]

[croibhristeoir]

[Of course.]

[Lancer finished a few moments later, walking back over to Saber with a hesitant smile.]

I apologize for keeping you waiting. Shall we?

[ex_cashcow493]

Of course.

[ Offering her arm as she would to a lady. They were going to be escorting the other, right? ]

[croibhristeoir]

[Diarmuid smiled a little more honestly at that, trying to shake off the slight embarrassment he felt as he took her arm.]

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Come waifu, its time to sweep through the cold weather. Leading him out the door, she'll wait to hear the familiar click of a lock before continuing. ]

We will part ways at the hotel, right? [ Implying she will continue to walk home on her own. How typical. ] We should make this trip with haste. It would not do you well to grow ill.

[croibhristeoir]

It was my intention to accompany you back to where you were staying, Arturia. Is that unacceptable?

I spent much of my life in weather somewhat similar to this. One more night will do little harm to me.

[ex_cashcow493]

Am I not the one escorting you, Diarmuid?

[ Calmly spoken. ]

I have done much of the same. Britain was notorious for the rain.