#aesfiore

Flat wasn’t allowed to drink, aside from on special occasions. It was to save the small amount of inhibitions he actually had.

Well aware of this, he settled for a glass of orange juice instead.  Or more likely,it was just because fresh squeezed orange juice was on the menu.

         “And here I thought the source of your worries lied with your servant.” Small shoulders offered a shrug. “Affairs like that was outlawed back in my time. Though, I could careless about whether or not your feelings towards him was anything more than what you believe they should be. It happens. You’re human.” Saber wasn’t trying to plug ideas into Fiore’s head nor accusing her, albeit the last deduction she aired out could be seen as accusatory. But no, the tone suited a more apathetic inclination towards the topic. 

         “Anyway, why the hell you think I wouldn’t understand something so damn simple like love?” Why was that a surprise for Fiore, was beyond Saber. Maybe it was the prejudice towards homunculus. The reason for it was of no concern to Saber. “I loved plenty.” And that love failed. It’s the reason why Mordred left this earth with a broken heart and spirit. Saber served love faithfully until Mordred realized it wanted nothing more than to use and abuse. Tired of this talk already, a agitated sigh was taken. “If you’re so worried about him, well, why are you here puffing hog breath in my face then and not out there?” She said, referring to the girl’s breakfast she scarcely touched.

Join the Black Faction, sir?

@aesfiore​