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[h3][b]Somewhere in the Barracks, Chaldea[/b]
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“Sounds like things are getting moving,” The Saber said, brushing the back of his head. “I don’t know if you guys care about the walk of shame or whatever, but it seems like a lot of people had to pull all-nighters. Think they’ll be jealous you got to have some fun?” He looked to the rest of the people in the room, winking cheerily. 

The five women were all still looking fairly exhausted. It was going to be a pretty difficult work day for them, most likely. 

“Jessica, Angie, Mary, Monica, Tina, right?” He said, making rough eye contact with each in turn. It wasn’t as though he needed to physically maintain his list any longer; that was simply a function of his Noble Phantasm. Plus, women tended to find it rude when you got out the quill right after the deed was done. While he wasn’t above running out on people the morning after, it wouldn’t be a good idea to build up resentment with people who’d be working with him for an unknown amount of time going forward. “I’ve heard people say bad things about workplace relationships, but I’m sure we’re on the same page about what this is,” He said, to little response from the exhausted women. “If you’re feeling up for round two in a week or so, I’ll be around.”

“[i]Adiós[/i], ladies.” He smiled, and spun a cigarette in his fingers before gripping it in a brief salute towards the women. Then, he stuck it in his mouth and casually walked from the room. It was time to get to work. 

He hadn’t paid much attention to the other Servants since they were men - he was sure they’d prove valuable allies and all, but chatting about tactics wasn’t his top priority right after being summoned back into the world. As for what it had been, well, that should be pretty obvious. 

His Master, though, had certainty stood out. Some kid, who’d had the guts to boss him around right off the bat. “Still, to think he’d go that far…” Saber muttered under his breath. Not only using a command seal, but using even three. Perhaps it was better for him to use all of those command seals right off the bat than on some other whim later, but it was annoying nonetheless. 

“I guess I do have that kind of reputation.” He sighed. Three command seals made for a pretty strong order, overall. But there was a flaw in the wording. For a Servant like Don Juan, a command to not touch a single woman in any particular group - it was as good as an order to sleep with every single other woman in that group.

Still, he’d pretty much been planning on that from the start, so all that the pressure from those orders did was give him a nasty itch that he could feel beneath his skin.

Scratching it had been fun, though.

[i]Oi, Master.[/i] Don Juan spoke telepathically, [i]Hope you didn’t try and see through my eyes last night. It was the sort of show a kid shouldn’t see.[/i] Well, he knew the kid hadn’t been peeking, he just wanted to needle the kid a little. [i]In fact, you should stay out of my eyes while we’re in Chaldea. You never know what you might see~[/i]

He wandered through the halls, trying to get a sense of the layout of the place that would be his home for the foreseeable future. For the time being, there was no need to rush.

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