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"Oi Oi Oi kid, settle down with the backstory - I only met you for five minutes at most. I appreciate the enthusiasm about defeating mages and the drive about how we're gonna win this, but ya gotta think a little before you decide to announce your hatred of sorcerers in a place run mostly by sorcerers, anyway I gotta go before my Master here burns down the breakfast buffet," Lancer said before following along with his Master.

While he could appreciate dramatic speeches due to being around his Lord for so long there was a certain time and place for them, it just wasn't the same when someone unloaded one right into you when you barely know them. [i][i]'Gotta give him an A for effort though, the kid has conviction, it's kinda sad how rare it is to find someone with drive nowadays,'[/i][/i] Lancer mused before the familiar voice of a smug painter broke him out of his thoughts.

"Ah, Michelangelo, nice to see the upper echelons hanging out with us down in middle management," Truth be told, Yasuke didn't like the Caster very much. Not only was he a smug jackass but the Jesuits couldn't shut about him and his paintings back when he was a slave (they are not even that good! That Leonardo fellow was way better). That's why he drew particular pleasure in getting his name wrong just to watch the painter "correct" him; it was one of those little things in life that made Yasuke happy. Plus it's not like the Caster didn't deserve it, coming unto his Master like some spectral renaissance creep.

Interposing himself between Raphael and Charlotte Yasuke scratched his chin as he looked at the menu. "Hmm, I guess I'll take some Natto and eggs. So, Raph, it looks like you and my Master are getting along pretty well. A seventeen-year-old pyromaniac and the incarnated spirit of the man who painted the Sistine Chapel, truly an unlikely friendship, don't you think?"
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