And now...TIGHTS

[puppy_lancer]

Characters: Lancer and you
Setting: Several places throughout the week
Format: Anything is okay. I'll match
Summary: Lancer finally acting his age
Warnings: None right now

Dormitory hallways

[Lancer doesn't know why he seems to be getting strange looks as he heads out from his room. His dress and hair is no different from how it looked the previous day; in fact, he had switched over to this getup years ago.]

[As a Servant, he didn't age. Nor could he really track exactly how many days had passed. However, one day, he just outgrew his former rough style. Now, his hair is better combed and his bangs are shorter. His armor had been swapped out for a pair of blue tights that allowed him smoother movement. Even if his face is the same as when he first came to this Tower, there's something in his eyes and his posture that makes him seem older.]

[But that change was from years ago. Everyone should have gotten used to it now. Maybe it was just some experiment making people crazy again.]

Floor 25

[Lancer likes this floor. That's one thing that hasn't changed. It's nice and relaxing and a good place to take a nap if he wants to slack off.]

[That's what he's doing right now, in fact. Sleeping and snoring away even though, as a Servant, he doesn't need it.]

Floor 38

[He's grown to appreciate the bar over the years, especially since he's polished off most of the beer he's gotten from home by now. Currently, he's lounging around in a beanbag chair, holding a cup of alcohol (he forgets what kind) and sipping at it.]

Floor 48

[He doesn't really know why he's here. After all, the graveyard never contains the names of those who need graves--the ones who had actually burned away their entire lives in this Tower. But it was a place that let him reflect on some things.]

[Like what some of the people whose names were carved here would say when they saw what the Tower had become now. Would that rabid dog of a Lancer regret what his Master had become? Would the Saber he had never known reject his or her other self? Would some of his old friends appreciate what he had become now?]

[It's just something he ponders as he perches on top of an angel sculpture, looking as relaxed as ever.]




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