【 ✹ 】Fingers clenched, a fist forming before unleashing it toward his midriff – her strength may be lacking to an extent, she was no rival to cavalry Servants. That did not meant a mere human built of flesh could stand a surprise attack, the slightest of damage sufficed to satisfy her petty ego.
She had been waiting for his arrival. Nervous, even anxious at the notion of what she must do in order to appease her future Master. Regardless of how bothered she could feel, her entire existence depended on him and that alone gave them control on the feared Tamamo no mae.
Oh, how angry was she to be greeted in such a moronic fashion. The ring of his voice unleashed the inner fury of the demon fox, flames burning within her. It was so unfortunate that not many could appreciate her, neither her wondrous fox ears…!! Her adorable features were a sight to behold, such were the perks of a furry creature like her – but instead he complains, he acts like this is some sort of injustice and that alone broke her heart.
And heartbreak could only be dealt with violence in return.
“You’re incredibly straightforward, Master! I’m gonna blush! How can I handle such honesty?” Her pride had been hurt. Abandoned, forced to wait and now a stupid commentary toward her adorable existence. What an ungrateful boy! How blind! And utterly fool! With her feelings damaged, the fox forces a smile in order to keep up the facade of an overjoyed Servant.
“Cast-ko at your service, refrain from any future complaints or I’ll kill you!”
well, that hurt like a bitch.
his leg gives out before he knows it, a pain far too familiar shooting through his body as it did. ryuji had really hoped that captain kidd would’ve been able to help it feel at least a little better, but nope. biting his lip to suppress a cry of pain, he’s instead looking up at his... uh, he’s guessing servant, but what the hell was with the punch? she didn’t look like she could hit that hurt, but here he is, practically dead on the floor from one shot.
even worse, he’s trying not to stare. first order of business when he doesn’t feel excruciating pain: buy her some goddamn real clothes.
“ ya came pretty damn close there already! ” he’s angry, sure, but he’s smart enough to know that maybe the furry crack wasn’t the wisest thing he could have said there. and what kind of name was cast-ko, anyways? sounded like she gave herself some sorta pet name, which... really didn’t help. first she nearly punches a hole through his gut, then she won’t even give him a real name?
oh, he’s not gonna have fun with this.
“ hey, d’ya mind helpin’ me up? my leg, it’s... ” he’s pausing, trying to figure out what the best way to go about telling her that his leg was bum, but then he decided that he wouldn’t tell her at all. after all, what good was a gimped-up master to a servant like her? “ look, just gimme a hand, will ya... uh, cast-ko? ”
yep, still sounded fake as shit.
theartofmadeline
blakekathryn
amandla
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
