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Archer - Fate/stay night

[drownyourideals]

[A - Network: Video]
Alright, out with it. Which one of you keeps sticking gum to the bathroom ceiling? It's not as much work to fix as a blown up classroom, but at least I can accept something like that is an accident. You'd have to be willfully doing something like this.

[S'up, it's the janitor. He's doing a pretty good job of looking exasperated and resigned all at once, because seriously? Does someone really think it's that funny to make his job harder?]

[Sigh.]

I know a janitor can't exactly do as much to make your life a living hell as a teacher can, but I wouldn't underestimate me because of it. [If nothing else, he helps in the kitchen sometimes. Who knows what might happen to your food?] But, who knows? Maybe I'll be merciful if you turn yourself in now. If it keeps happening and I catch you...

[He trails off and shrugs. He'll figure something out.]


[B - Prose]
Archer is, for all his sarcastic quips and general cynicism, a hard worker. Mop the floors. Put a couple of chairs back together after some power-related mishap in one of the classrooms. Oh, and the groundskeeper needs help? Okay, sure, it's not like he has anything better to do right now. And that's just before lunch.

But now it is lunchtime, and goddammit, he is going to enjoy his break. No one is going to bug him about how this-or-that suddenly came up and he needs to take care of it. None of the students are going to give him a hard time just because, as near as he can tell, they can. And no one—no one—is going to wheedle some of the lunch he has prepared for himself out of his hands (and into their mouth, presumably).

...Hahaha, yeah right. He isn't actually that optimistic, but maybe he'll be proven wrong for once. In any case, he'll at least try to enjoy his break while it lasts—outside, where it's quiet.

A and I'm just trolling/helping you get samples

[puppy_lancer]

[Hi, sup. It's the other janitor who won't stop slacking off.]

What flavor was it? Because if it's pineapple, then it's probably me.

w h y

[drownyourideals]

[...You know, calling Lancer his nemesis is probably overstating things, but times like this make it really tempting. He does more harm than good, that's for sure. Just... Just give him a few seconds to figure out how to respond everything wrong with what Lancer just said.]

[... ... ...]

Why would you be leaving it on the ceiling? And— No, even putting that aside, why would I have checked what flavor it is?

Re: w h y

[puppy_lancer]

Well, I couldn't stick it on the walls or on the floor, because then I'd have to clean it off before someone comes checking. Second, you don't need to put it in your mouth to check the flavor. Just look at the color and then sniff it.

[There, perfect logic.]

[drownyourideals]

[slowly...unfolds...arms...]

...You are aware of what you're being paid to do, aren't you? If you're going to make more work for us, at least have the decency to clean it up yourself.

[He was going to say that he didn't think to care what flavor of gum it was, but that's probably the least important issue here.]

[puppy_lancer]

I do. Sometimes. When it's my shift.

[And then he puts more gum there next shift.]

Besides, if it's not pineapple, it's not mine. So you clean it because it's you shift.

[drownyourideals]

If you're the one making more work for me, the bathrooms will be solely your responsibility from now on.

[puppy_lancer]

[Archer certainly looks serious.]

Fine. I'll come over and help you clean it off, okay?

[drownyourideals]

[His expression sloooowly eases up again.]

Good.

[puppy_lancer]

Do I get a reward for taking time out of my break?

[drownyourideals]

Not from me. You can ask whoever's in charge of that when you're done.

[princesstenko]

Well. Of all the people to come bug him, he could have drawn worse. A familiar whoosh of flame, and so appeared the local foxy math teacher. Literally foxy. And she seemed to be in the mood to share, snatching up a bit of his food with a quick stab of a chopstick, happily chewing on it by the time he would realize what happened.

"Not feeling social today, Archer-san?"

[drownyourideals]

He could have done worse, sure. But that didn't change the fact that she was picking at his lunch already. He sighed.

"...Ran." From the sounds of things, that was the only answer she was getting. "How many times do I have to tell you? If you want me to make you aburage, ask while I'm still in the kitchen."

He had given up on avoiding mooching altogether, but that didn't mean it wasn't so much more convenient when he could easily make more.

[princesstenko]

"It's hardly in a fox's nature to beg for food, Archer-san." She gave a teasing smile. At least she'd make it up to him later. But some things you just can't hide from her. And fried tofu was one of those things. It's like part of her mutant power was a fried tofu radar that just homed in on it.

[drownyourideals]

"They must be thieves instead of beggars, then." He didn't sound as bothered as his words might have implied, though. Maybe it was because he was resigned, or maybe it was because he did have some faith that she would pay him back in some fashion, but... Submitting to his fate, he set his lunch down between the two of them.

[princesstenko]

And then a face of mock offense. "Archer-san! I am no thief! I simply borrow. Goodness, how rude!" Though her laugh probably solidified the indication that she wasn't actually bothered by his assessment.

[drownyourideals]

"Ah, of course, of course. Silly me. It's just that borrowing without permission is so similar, it's hard to tell sometimes." Though he did wonder... "To be serious, is there something you need, or are you just here to 'borrow' my food?"

[princesstenko]

"What, I can't just want to share your company? Really now, Archer-san, you seem to be out to offend me." Keeping up that facade nicely, it seemed.

[drownyourideals]

"Now, now. I never said wanting to share my company wasn't a valid answer. I'd just prefer to know upfront."

[princesstenko]

"I should hope so. Because that's really all it is. Men these days just can't seem to imagine a woman wanting the have lunch with them without ulterior motives. What is our world coming to..." Ran let out a false sigh, shaking her head.

[prose]

[vaudevil]

Like Archer, Lee had enough of being stuck inside doing the technical work. It was what he was best at and he didn't mind working alone. The problem was he couldn't be around any of the students so lunchtime was pretty much an endeavor to find that space without being around them.

He had his bento prepared for him by his housekeeper, Combot was following closely behind. He kept his dog Caesar at home with the housekeeper now since it was pretty clear that he wouldn't be able to keep the dog away from the students as social as the bulldog was.

He picked a place that was close by but not too close to cause any discomfort and sat at the bench. The chilly weather was fitting for his distant behavior as he unpacked his lunch. He glanced at the new janitor.

"They can grate on your nerves after a while."

He used to love to teach but now he can't find it in him to continue without any discomfort and uneasiness between himself and the students. It was almost depressing just being this close. He slid open the box and grimaced.

"I specifically asked for no ham. Nobody listens to simple instructions any more." The technician sighed.

[drownyourideals]

Well, this was better than he had expected, at least. If he had to have company, at least it was someone who appeared to have his own food.

"Mm. Well, I'm not sure it's reasonable to expect any different from teenagers."

Lord knew he had been a piece of work at that age. Idly, he watched as Lee opened up his own bento. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as the other man spoke again.

"Perhaps you'd be more satisfied if you took care of lunch yourself."

[vaudevil]

The chopsticks removed the ham and set it aside. It wasn't the end of the world and he wasn't throwing a fit over it, he just simply didn't want any ham. The technician looked up at Archer and nodded. "While it's true that it would be better, I simply don't have the time. The Danger Room is being reworked and retooled for some much needed upgrades that I spend more time in that pit than out in the open. This is one of those rare days where I can get a little sun before I go back in there."

His own teen years were filled with confusion and doubt that he didn't know which way was up until he was sent to America for schooling. He was a quiet one most of the time that kept to himself.

"I shouldn't complain." He turned his attention back to his bento.

[drownyourideals]

Archer just shrugged, which was, perhaps, not the most sympathetic response in the world. "Complain all you want. Just don't be surprised when it's treated like what it is." Then, in what might have been some vague attempt to actually be helpful, he added, "They still let you sleep in a bed, don't they? So make it before you turn in for the night."

[vaudevil]

He didn't get the chance to finish his lunch before he lost his appetite completely. He wasn't about to argue and he certainly wasn't in the mood to argue. Skilled hands closed up the box and slid it back into its holder.

Whoever this person is, he touched on a very sensitive matter and it was Lee's own fault that he landed himself in that position despite the demotion and even worse, he wasn't about to say why he was put there.

In a dignified manner, Lee stood up from his seat, picked up his box. It was back to work and now he was beginning to feel bitter.

"It was nice speaking with you. Good day." He bowed before he turned and walked away.