[center][h1]Lancer[/h1]

[sub]Interacting with [@Grey][@Turboshitter][/sub][/center]
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Lancer re-entered the physical world, immediately seeing the clothes put out for him and, after giving them a once over, put them over his own current apparel, removing the steel plates on his shoulders for now so they wouldn't stick out, the rest of his skintight apparel proving less problamatic. Lancer give himself a once-over now that he was re-equipped. The flowers were nice, it appeared his master wasn't hopeless in terms of taste. Then they were off to their luncheon, which seemed to have the joint purpose of meeting with another servant and master. Non-comat most likely, but Lancer was still wary as they waited outside the house.