How Boring. As Much As Lunarre Appreciated The Luxury Of Relaxation, He Was Also Itching To See Some

How boring. As much as Lunarre appreciated the luxury of relaxation, he was also itching to see some action. Hell, to create some, if that was what it took. But the assassin’s current Master seemed to have no interest in doing, well, anything. Did he think a Servant was the next level of house pet?

Well, Lunarre wasn’t just going to sit around and twiddle his thumbs. 

Cecil’s house was almost as boring as its owner - as the Servant explored, he thought how bare everything looked. The walls, the floors. It was as if the kid had done everything in his power to make his abode as utterly devoid of personality as possible.

Some arty farts would call this ‘minimalist’, he thought, rolling his eyes. 

After some rummaging about, Lunarre got himself some change, found the spare key to the house, and left. While he acquainted himself with the local area, he could keep an eye and ear out for other servants and their masters. With any luck he should find entertainment somewhere.

Unfortunately, no such excitement presented itself, and Lunarre settled with buying snacks in town before returning to the house. He refused to call it a home. He grimaced at the empty white-washed walls of the hallway. Was this really where he would be living for the next Grail War? Fuck.

Helping himself to crisps on Cecil’s sofa, Lunarre was glad his automatic knowledge of the era into which he was summoned - bestowed to all servants - enabled him to operate the TV. There was no end to the entertainment on it. 

When Cecil returned Lunarre was imitating the accents of the Welsh broadcasters on the evening news and cackling like a lunatic.

His Master walked into the living room, but Lunarre didn’t budge an inch from the sofa. Instead he paused the TV and looked at Cecil sideways. A smirk still curled the assassin’s lips, but his eyes were not impressed with what they saw.

“Yo,” he said. “Finally. We’ve got some things to talk about.” He gestured to the heap sugary treats on the coffee table. “Siddown - I bought snacks.”

@snickering-kitsune

  All things considered, this had been…UNEXPECTED.

  This assassin certainly did not remind Cecil of a heroic spirit.  Yes, he gets the innate sense that this fox is exactly the type of servant his father had warned him of.  Too cunning for his own good, too crafty to assume loyalty.

  That’s just fine, in truth.  Cecil doesn’t trust many people to begin with.  It seems this servant will be just as the rest of the world.  Privy to no secrets, no bonds.  He will now have to watch for the knife in his back IN HIS OWN HOME.

  He’s had to leave the crafty fox alone in his house for the majority of the day while he works, and is praying not to come home and find the place destroyed, as though he’s acquired an unruly pet.  He isn’t sure exactly how wily KITSUNE are. 

  “ Assassin, I’m home. “

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Alisha never thanked Lunarre for saving her life in the prologue episode. It's because of him that she survived Symonne and survived to see the rest of the series!

Granted Lunarre was planning on eating her (presumably) at the time but he never actually did it...XP

He still deserves a thanks damnit!! If she can forgive Maltran (game) then she can easily forgive him!

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