Robin glanced at his Servant awkwardly, lightly scratching the tip of his nose as he held out a tablet computer with his other hand. “Uhh… I was asking if you preferred this Plan A…” The screen displayed a rough itinerary for an outing in the city, with a few shops of interest — dessert shops, namely — listed and some important landmarks. The title of the document actually said: 「 Plan A 」. “Or this Plan B?” He then swiped the screen for a second document, the contents of which were the same, but arranged in another order and titled 「 Plan B 」.
But it wasn’t more than two seconds after his repeated question that he sputtered, unable to maintain a straight face. What was he doing, ruining his own joke by laughing as soon as he delivered the punchline?! And after he managed to quickly change the document titles while walking in, too…
“Sorry, I had a whim for some lighthearted humor. Maybe I really have been spending a little too much time on these.” Actually, he wasn’t as tired as he seemed to imply, even if he did stay up later than usual last night to analyze the clues gathered thus far about an enemy Servant. Though their identity was still unknown, he at least knew the class and was able to gather up a sizable amount of information about the Master.
“I will be counting on you tomorrow, but for now, let’s head into the city to unwind and familiarize yourself with the environment.” Robin gestured towards the tablet again. “After you pick an order to go about it in?”
izou stares down at the tablet, scanning over the depictions laid out like a traveler’s guide as robin flipped between the two; plan a or plan b. for a moment, he gives the other a bemused look. but, quick were his brows to twitch and his gaze to grow sharp and hot at the sound of the other’s laughter. was robin seriously making fun of him, and what was with this outing that was being suggested ?
“ —— haaah ? an’ why th’ hell should i ? ” the assassin retorts, biting back the threat on the tip of his tongue and prying fingers away from the hilt of a blade. they were amidst a war, not playing tourism. understanding the layout of an environment is important, yes, but with a single command, he could take to the night and scout at his leisure without the unnecessary flair. so much for the promise of the ‘ tactics ’ that lay scattered upon a desk, just a breadth away. “ d’ya got shit fer brains ? i ain’t ‘ere fer unwindin’ an’ gettin’ cozy, ya know !? ”
he grimaces, pulling at the fringe of his scarf over his mouth. it’s not his place to enjoy subtleties, when all he knows is how and when to cut down others; reveling in their demise. yet, despite the fight he had just put up, izou was still a simple man and caves in to the proposal. “ tch, dammit ! fine, i’ll escort ya ‘round while takin’ a look. ” he points at the tablet, still labeled plan b on screen, “ oi, ya said t’ pick a plan, huh ? go wit’ that one an’ let’s move. ”
