Saber
Saber added cream, real heavy cream and sugar to her Starbuck's Blond Veranda blend coffee. She prepared the device to make a second cup for Shirou, before looking at Rin. "I know you prefer tea, but this does have more caffeine in it. Would you like a cup as well?"
Sweetened warmth hit Saber's tongue and she felt her toes curl in her slippers. She felt Shirou's eyes watching her as she went about the kitchen and absently tucked a lock of her long, blond hair behind her ear. Heat filled her cheeks at his glance as she moved to the table.
It is just like . . . Just like how Archer watched me after saving me from Gilgamesh, the former king thought. She had to borrow some of the former Servant's clothing and she had not bothered putting her hair back up. This was before she knew that he was once her Master in another time line, but he had watched her with the same confused wonder that Shirou was watching her now with. Later Saber had inquired about that, after Rider had taken him for herself and she had discovered his true identity. Archer stammered for a moment, a rarity for the normally acrid man, and said something about how natural and relaxed she looked and he couldn't help himself. Then he had made an excuse, said something sarcastic, and left her with that bit of knowledge.
“So, Charles…”
Saber smiled and said, "Forest discovered I enjoyed stuffed animals. However, she did not bring me a lion, which I adore. She brought me a dragon and said it was more apt and that I needed to give it a proper name. I would be pleased to show you the rest of my collection later."
Forest
Suds in her hair, hot water streaming down her cold, undead body, Forest found herself singing along with the familiar chorus.
"No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me . . . "
Before she could go into the "head like a hole" part, Adjutor's mental voice managed to break through Trent Reznor's glorious tones.
Forest rinsed her hair under the spray and sent back, I've got a bloody gallon of the stuff in my laundry room. Its on the first floor, the last room at the end of the hallway on the left. Above the washer and dryer there's a cabinet for all the washing sundries. Peroxide is in a large brown bottle and its clearly marked. Pre-treat your clothing and if you're going to use the washer, for the love of the Lord and Lady read the directions. That thing's an Asko and you don't need much detergent.
She started to sing again, "Bow down before the one you serve, you're going to get what you deserve."
Abigail
The redheaded Changling was sweeping through Nexus on her broomstick. Cold wind was whipping her hair back from her face and slapping her cheeks. She was glad she had put a bit of ointment on her face to protect from the chill and windburn before mounting her broom.
Her destination was Nexus City's police department; apparently they needed her assistance to help track down a horrid, child eating monster in the sewers. While being waste up in shit wasn't her idea of a good time, the pay was fantastic, and it was her chance to work with the mythical Saber. So she'd gotten up early to make a batch of cheese strudel and cranberry-orange muffins because she heard of the tiny girl with the glowing sword's voracious apatite.
Abigail saw the familiar building and landed, swinging her legs out in front of her to slow her momentum down. Once firmly on terra-firma again, she deactivated the broom and trotted up the steps and into the station. She headed back to the detective's station and heard Riggs shout out, "Morning, Abby-girl!"
"I've got muffins, Roger," she called back.
His reply was, "You're going to make some guy really fucking lucky one day, Abby-girl."
She laughed at that and waved, frowning at the sight of the guy with no pants sitting on the bench looking crabby.
