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[ She does follow after Rin, with an annoyed expression (of course) and with both hands behind her head. ]

I want you to realize you don't have to worry about that crap. You have me.

[ "Rely on me", is what she's saying, but in a roundabout, petulant manner. ]

Even if someone figures out you're involved, they'll have to get through me to hurt you. And that won't happen. [ Overconfidence, maybe, but she does give off all the readings of a very strong Servant. It's not without merit. ] Our enemies will come to us, and I'll cut them all down.

Then maybe I should put it this way.

[Rin reaches her room. If Mordred decides to continue to this she'll learn the lesson again she should have learned last night: stay out of a person's room if you don't want to see them naked.

She starts to unbutton her disheveled top, and yawns before continuing her speech.]

I want to go back to school. I have every intention of winning this War and having a life after. Putting everything on hold means I'm scared that won't be the case. I'll stop going if it's necessary, but until then I'm going to trust in you that together we'll be able to handle anything that comes our way.

[Her top drops to the floor with a soft thud, and she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her pants so she can shed those too.]

[ See, that's a nice speech and all — Mordred's actually a little moved that Rin trusts in her and all — but when she glances over toward her Master to answer, she freezes instead. Yeah, she just learned that lesson the hard way. ]

W-w-w-what! Don't just take your clothes off, idiot! I'm still standing here!

[ It's her room, Mordred, she can do whatever she wants. Red right through to the tips of her ears, she stumbles backwards a bit, then turns around. ]

Are you some kind of pervert Master? Quit it!

Moron, you're the one who walked into my room. Now shut the door behind you. If you want this to go quicker you'll get me my hairbrush from the bathroom.

[WHICH BATHROOM, RIN? THERE'S MORE THAN ONE. Either way her pants fall to the floor, and she kicks them to the pile that Mordred made last night with her sweater and skirt. Today she'll be wearing something similar. Despite the cold weather she'll still be wearing a skirt, but hey. At least she has those tall socks.]

You're the moron, moron!

[ No, the moron is definitely Mordred. She goes off to look for the bathroom — purely as a coping management for her embarrassment, not because she's following orders or anything — and somehow does manage to find the hairbrush after a while.

Which she then proceeds to chuck at Rin from the bedroom door, probably hitting her in the head with it. ]

[There's a particularly girly yelp followed by a deeper growl of frustration from Rin upon getting smacked in the head with the brush.]

Saber!

[Rin fires a warning shot of gandr by Saber's head. It hits the wall behind her causing a bit of destruction, but it was clearly meant to miss.]

Don't hit your Master! Who the hell do you think has to buy you clothes, idiot!?

You're taking too long!

[ How the hell was she ever a knight... a mystery. Her ~~cockiness~~ magic resistance being what it is, she doesn't even flinch at the gandr shot. ]

It's not like I enjoy being stuck indoors. You mages are all so stuffy... it's totally unbearable!

[Rin takes the brush in hand and stomps out of the room while she pulls it through her thick dark hair.]

Go run around the yard, then! I'm not your jester. I'm not here to keep you entertained.

But it's boring alone!

[ Yep. Needy. Even as she whines, she trails after Rin, like a dog (or a cat) looking for attention. ]

You summoned me, so take responsibility! A king shouldn't have to deal with being bored!

Oh just bite me, Saber. You're impatient and childish. You can't even keep yourself occupied for ten minutes!

[How the hell will they ever live through a strategy where Mordred might have to WAIT for someone or something? Answer: they won't. Mordred will get them both slaughtered.]

Tch— and you're a shitty Master who can't deal with her Servant properly!

[ They're definitely going to get killed. But you know what, fine. She's going to dematerialize and go sit on the roof until Rin calls for her. ]

[It takes another ten minutes. Rin's hair gets pulled up into twin ponytails, a small amount of makeup is put on, and a blood red coat with a rustic orange scarf goes over her warm top and short skirt.

~~Rin why are you wearing a skirt in the cold~~. Rin won't call for Mordred. She'll simply begin leaving the estate without her.]

[ God, she's rude. Mordred at least has the sense to stay dematerialized when she jumps down after her — neither her armour nor what she wears under it would do anything except attract attention. Rin can probably feel the grumpiness still radiating off her Servant, even when she's invisible. ]

Why are you wearing a skirt? It's cold. [ Yep, she's asking. ] And isn't it a little short?

Jealous?

[Rin says nothing else as she makes her way down the hill. She'll be walking into town and taking public transport.

Because it's cheaper.]

Ugh, whatever. You're the one who's going to freeze.

[ Mordred can wear whatever she wants — weather doesn't really affect a Servant — but Rin is a different matter. She follows her dutifully, but she's still grumbling. ]

... Isn't there anything faster than this? I was hoping you'd have a vehicle or something. [ She does have B-rank riding, so she could drive a car, though... "drive" is being generous. ] I can't believe you're such a cheapskate, Master.

Like I said, it's not because I want to be. If it wasn't for my stupid legal guardian I'd just pay for a taxi. But he ruined everything.

[EVERYTHING IS KOTOMINE'S FAULT.

In more ways than she knows.

Anyway, eventually they make it to the train. It seems like a boring ride, but... someone is getting a little too close to Tohsaka on purpose.]

[ In so many more ways than she knows.

But like Mordred's going to stand for some weirdo getting close to her Master — she doesn't realize what's happening at first, but it's obvious before long. She rematerializes just out of sight, back in full armour, and suddenly the guy has a sword at his neck. ]

Yo. You think it's okay to bother a lady? [ That's the closest she's ever sounded to knightly. She literally kicks him up the ass, and watches him go scurrying down the train. ] Pathetic. [ To Rin: ] Next time, Master, go with the taxi anyway.

[ People are staring. Have fun trying to pass her off as a cosplayer or something. ]

[WHAT THE FUCK MORDRED. Like, okay. Rin appreciates the sentiment. In fact she's a little flattered Mordred would risk exposing herself to protect her honor. However in a train is not the time because Rin can't just go ahead and get rid of like fifty fucking witnesses. Thankfully the train comes to a station fairly quickly after Mordred makes a scene. With haste Rin grabs Mordred's hand and drags her out of the train and to the station.

All while scolding her in a hissed whisper.]

What do you think you're doing? Aren't you aware of the rules?!

[ Mordred, meanwhile, just crosses her arms and makes an annoyed noise as Rin drags her along. ]

I'm a knight, Master. Do you think I could just stand for that? [ At least her sword is gone — dismissed as quickly as it came — so they probably won't get arrested. Probably. ] People are much more vulgar in this age.

[ Or she just didn't see what most people got up to in her time, given her life spent in Camelot and on the march. Still. ]

It won't be a problem once you buy me clothes. [ Yes, it's Rin's fault for not doing that yet. ] Go behind one of the buildings. I'll take spirit form again.

[Rin huffs, and ducks into a small alley with Mordred so she can dematerialize without spooking anyone.]

You should have just let me handle it. That kind of thing isn't uncommon.

Even if I wasn't a knight, I'm your Servant, idiot. It's my job to protect my Master.

[ She sounds genuinely annoyed, but dematerializes promptly, still sticking to Rin's side while invisible. ]

Besides, what sort of idiot thinks that will accomplish anything? Humans are foolish creatures.

Weren't you human once?

[Rin sighs, and begins to emerge back into the public eye heading toward the shopping district. It might be a bit of a walk, but at least they aren't crammed in a train with perverts.]

No. [ In an icy tone. ] Don't compare me to humans. I'm superior to you lot.

[ There's a strange mix of jealousy and bitterness buried under the mountain of arrogance — just barely enough to pick up on. She tries to play it off as frustration at their slow pace. ]

Ugh. This would be faster if I could carry you. [ Grumble, grumble. ]

[No? That's an interesting development if Mordred isn't lying. Rin makes her way downtown as quickly as she can without drawing attention.

Which isn't very fast considering she's short, but Mordred forced them off the train.]

Like I'd let you carry me through the city.

[Especially not with the way Mordred carried her last night!]

[ Mordred's not lying — for a traitorous knight, she's easy to read sometimes. Her sudden foul mood at being asked that question starts to dissipate, but slowly. ]

We'll take the rooftops at night. I won't tolerate this sort of pace. [ Said like a true king. She's quiet until they get there, though, unless she's spoken to again; occupying herself by looking around the city as they walk. It's at least more interesting than being cooped up in the house. ]

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