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[ Everyone has nights like this, once in a while:

Nights where there's nothing wrong -- no pressing, potentially world-ending (or even just deeply unpleasant and/or uncomfortable) disasters -- and no fights, no disagreements, where no caffeine was consumed too late before bedtime and nothing you ate disagreed with you, when you're bone-tired after a long productive day... and you still can't sleep. Sometimes, out of nowhere, old regrets and uncertainties rise up out of the ether and blindside you while you're just trying to relax for the night. It happens to anyone, and whoever says otherwise is a liar.

Which, generally speaking, Ritsuka isn't. Little white lies now and then, sure; the occasional fib or deliberate deception now and then, of course. She's only human, after all. But she's a self-aware one, and even if most nights she has no trouble dropping off almost right away, some nights feel like they stretch on endlessly, no matter what she tries. She's flipped her pillows, she's kicked off the blankets, retrieved the blankets, laid down on the floor, had water, scrolled mindlessly through social media feeds on her phone, and even if she's tired, she can't sleep.

So finally she goes for her last option: a walk around Chaldea. Even if Servants don't need to sleep, most of them keep to their rooms when it gets to be this late; the few that are still awake will surely either be in the training rooms or brooding off in isolated areas. It's highly unlikely for her to run into anyone that will cause a fuss over her being awake this late, and that's the part that matters.

Especially because she forgoes getting properly dressed: just the camisole and shorts that she sleeps in and a bigger loose T-shirt over those, and some house slippers. Exercise is supposed to help, she's always heard, so surely a few laps around the main base will help her settle.

Ritsuka walks at a slower pace than she does usually, her eyes trained on her feet. She's not particularly watching where she's going, just following the curve of the hallway. After all, she's alone out in these hallways.

Right? ]

sorry for the delay!!

Date: 2019-08-08 11:35 pm (UTC)
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[ Amakusa is, in a word, misplaced. He's ill-suited for combat, and hardly a legendary hero worth regaling tales about. He can't even clear hands without outside intervention— truly, what is his purpose?

Still, his time with Chaldea hasn't been unpleasant by any stretch of imagination. And, he finds it amusing almost how he's been dragged through all sorts, made to reach heights he never considered himself capable of. In another word, it's fun and he enjoys it for as it is, so if it were to be gone the next day, he wouldn't have any regrets.

In the end, it doesn't bother him so much as it is a curiosity— one of the many that often entertains his thoughts when he makes his late evening rounds. The night air has always been refreshing, and there's something about Chaldea in its emptiness that's particularly reminiscent of his time at the Hanging Garden. That is, until an unmistakable presences breaks him out of his thoughts, causing the corners of his mouth to curve upwards.
]

Oya. Master, won't you watch where you're going?

[ He feigns surprise, tone gentle and chiding. Catching her front by the crook of his arm, he tips his head at her curiously. ]

If something were to become of you in my presence, I'm afraid I'll have a lot to answer for.

Date: 2019-08-12 09:56 am (UTC)
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[ Their Master is always dignified…! Well, for the most part. Everyone has their moments, and for a while, the placid smile on his face remains unchanging even as hers flits through no fewer than a dozen expressions. If he had to name one thing he wouldn't tire watching— this would be it. ]

Hm? I'd say it's more peculiar for you to be out. [ the sun will rise in hours, and there's never a shortage of things for their Master to do. If anything, as Servants, they had a surprising amount of idle time comparatively?!

He's not so interested in that line of conversation though, gaze falling on her lopsided shirt. When there seems to be no threat of her tripping over herself (or him), he'll relax his hold on her to attempt to fix her collar.

Unceremoniously, the fabric slides back down when he lets go and he gives another amused hum.
]

Is this forewarning that you'll have me working tomorrow?

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