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Ritsu is truly a shounen protag

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     WHAT INTERESTING WORDS. TO be expected from the other though. They seemed a hopeful sort, the kind that would cling to it even when it was clear that hope was not enough to save them. “And what if that is not enough then?” he asked coolly. “Then what would you do? Continue gripping hold of that emotion as tightly as you can?” Ozymandias held nothing against the other’s way of thinking. On the contrary, he did not disagree. It was hope that helped push humanity forward. Hope for a better tomorrow, hope for a brighter future –

     Such a powerful thing it was.

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3. How do they cope with loss?     Do they visibly show their grief, or do they hide it?     How deeply are they affected?

       How he copes with loss is by burying those emotions as deep as he can. By himself, he will show his grief. He isn’t someone that will openly grieve in front of anyone. Taking the loss of Iskandar as an example, Waver kept himself together as best as he could when talking to Martha and Glenn. Not only because he had to unless he wanted to reveal himself as a magus and other matters involving the Holy Grail War, but also Waver isn’t someone that does well expressing emotions like grief or sadness. He is going to keep it to himself and grieve in his own time, on his own terms. 

6. Who do they consider their friends? Enemies? Frenemies? Acquaintances?     Do they trust any of them?

       It really depends. Waver doesn’t have many friends or, more specifically, have many people he would call his friends. He keeps to himself as much as possible as magi tend to be untrustworthy. Being a temporary Lord as well, he’s not in a position to be making friendships. People that he is on friendly or good terms would be labeled as an associate out of circumstance. Whether they share a common goal or have similar opinions on a matter, said person would fall into that category. He wouldn’t necessarily call them his friend. Only been he truly and wholeheartedly consider someone a friend, which takes a great deal, would he trust them. That as well is whole other feat that’s difficult to earn from him. 

11. Have they learned from their past mistakes, or do they continue to repeat them?       If it’s the latter, are they aware that they’re repeating them and simply don’t bother to      do anything about it, or are they unaware of it?

       Yes. Absolutely yes. Waver is so painfully aware of his past mistakes that he tries his best to avoid repeating them if he can. When he looks back on the Holy Grail War, he knows what he did and lives with the guilt of his actions. He doesn’t like the person he was in his past, and he is so aware of who he was that he desperately wants to grow and further himself from that person. 

15. How do they feel about material wealth?       Have they ever been obsessed with it before?

It’s surprisingly quiet in Rackam’s open garage, only the faint sound of music from the radio shoved against the back wall and the intermittent clinking of tools. Rackam looks up from the car engine he’s elbow-deep in at the sound of a voice, having chalked the noise of the door opening as something not particularly worth checking on. He straightens up and nods when he sees Xan.

“Oh, yeah, sure. There’s a couch over there on the near wall you can hang out on as long as ya want.” Rackam gestures over towards it. The couch is a somewhat battered-looking piece of furniture that looks rather out of place in the garage (if it wasn’t known that Rackam spends almost all his time in the garage and often doesn’t feel like going upstairs to sleep), but it’s also extremely comfortable once someone sits down on it.

unprompted asks || always accepting !

Oh, and there is no hesitation on Enkidu’s part !  There’s a delighted noise, soft and happy, burying his face in Xan’s hair.  And it’s true -- Enkidu is warm, and he smells of earth and grass, fragrant of flower and petrichor.  He’s earthen, solid, and he hugs his master kindly.

Enkidu is a creature of affection, really. 

The request is easily obeyed, Ritsu not bothering to ask why as they step to just before Xan and watch their actions with friendly interest. “Sure thing.” There have been weirder favours asked of them. An inspection isn’t anything to be worried about.

Especially one as careful as Xan’s. 

Ritsu continues to wait in peaceful quiet, a relaxed smile as Xan’s hands trace from the curve of their shoulders, over jaw, explore facial features. Ritsu’s never seen themselves as particularly interesting in terms of face -- they’re not bad-looking, just average, with a little bit of roundness permanently in their cheeks, straight nose, lips just chapped enough to be noticed when a thumb’s placed over them. There’s only so much that they think could possibly be worth remembering.

But either way, it’s nice to be treated gently. Not in the sense that it’s unusual, but it’s nice. So they lean a little into Xan’s touch with a quiet hum. Whatever brought this about is utterly beyond them... but they can’t complain. 

A kiss follows, which surprises Ritsu as well. A soft “hah?” muttered between their lips, but Ritsu doesn’t lean away. A little confusing; not a problem. They just place their hand loosely onto Xan’s forearm and give a quick kiss in return.

Do you want me to sing to you,