Lancer grinned at his one armed friend and said, "Well, you were being a cunt at the time, boyo. Well, go soak yourself until you return feeling and I'll look after these two."
He grinned at the newcomers. The grin didn't falter when he smelled that the slouching, scruffy looking man that Shuya had called "Law" reeked of blood. There was something about him, something that told Lancer that this man walked with death, and not in the way Lancer, Shuya, or Forest did. Law wasn't a warrior, he was something else, perhaps someone who had gotten involved with the forbidden.
He made a mental note to keep an eye on him.
Then he looked at Ran and smiled. Not a bad looking woman, and she carried a blade as if she knew how to use it. His choice of woman to settle down with was more of the caring type, but for a night of fun warrior women were always best. Not that he would have admitted it to Emer, the best sex he ever had was with Sacatch and Alfe. It wasn't lovemaking, but hard and brutal fucking where the women took control and made him play by his rules, even though Alfe should have submitted to him.
"Hello, welcome to this house of miscreants and misfits. I'm sure both of you will fit right in. I'm Lancer. My Landlady would like me to say that there are no fights inside the house. If you wanna duke it out, go the fook outside. Secondly, no dark mystical rites in the compound either. There are wards made by Faeries here. They can get pissy. Oh, and avoid the kitchen right now. It's been rated a disaster area until the asshole bowman gets it up and running again."
He held his hands out and asked, "So, any questions?"
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Despite her teasing, Archer found himself smiling like an idiot at her words. He held her close, feeling her snuggling against him. He felt even happier when he realized she was cuddling next to him, curling up to him just like a cat would.
He kissed her forehead again and said, "Well, pretty soon we should go clean up." He saw the white cotton scrap on the floor and said, "Also, you have spare pairs of underwear right?"
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Forest realized three things about Emiya Shirou in that moment. First off, the man was wonderfully warm. Secondly, he was adorably awkward around people. Thirdly, he was a kind person who's life was going to end him.
If he had of gone with his impulse to hug her, she probably would have snuggled into him just for warmth alone. However the guy was Japanese at his core and probably not that forward. The fact he was feeling familiar enough to pat and squeeze her shoulders was saying enough.
"Well, I'm just glad you've stopped calling me 'vampire'," she said with a grin before leading him to a closet that was more "small storage room" than a closet. She eyed him and said, "I think the twins might have a bit of a crush on you." I have a bit of a crush on you, but I'm not daft enough to admit it to your face, she thought.
The storage room was filled with shirts on hangers and totes filled with pants and undergarments such as socks, underwear, and simple bras. The clothing in here was simple, mostly dark or primary colors, jeans, T-shirts with pockets, turtle necks, fleeces, and sweat pants. It wasn't like anything what Forest had been wearing or the leather pants and white fitted T-shirt that Lancer sported. Everything was brand new- still sporting tags and underwear and socks were still in their packaging. It was obvious that she kept this for other people if they ever needed it.
She fished out two pairs of gray sweat pants in the twins' size, a pack of underwear and socks for them to share (there were six pairs of socks and panties per each pack), and a dark blue sweatshirt for Isa and a burgundy one for Nessa. "I think this will do for the girls to sleep in, don't you?"
