That poor overworked Emiya lad, at the mercy of gluttonous kings (secretly or not). He truly deserves a better fate than being chained to their kitchen, but he doesn't complain. It's almost as he enjoys the housechores. Roman admires that kind of house-husband spirit he possesses.
"It's shaped in form of a cat," he warns him succinctly, "And I don't think it has any seatbelts." He didn't see one when Da Vinci displayed her proud creation. "I'll ask Marie for a raise," he nods but immediately wilts when he knows he'll have to tell her of Lev's suicide.
He's a master of elegance, and the idea to tell Olgamarie the bad news only makes him eat faster. "Uh, he can gaze the future, but I don't think he was born with that ability." He hasn't asked, but he's quite sure he's developed it later in life. "I haven't asked him, so I could be wrong. I just have this feeling." He shrugs a little. He's not sure Gilgamesh would have been so well adjusted in his youth if he had been a Clairvoyant from birth as Solomon and Merlin. "Anyway, I don't think he'll debate my stance with me. He probably knows that I won't change my mind," he says with a calm certainty. Roman can be flustered in a lot of this, but he's stubborn as a mule too. Because he's seen all he's seen, perhaps even more. Gilgamesh is arrogant, but Romani knows he speaks because he's certain of his knowledge. There's nothing new he can tell him as he could say to others. Even though Roman doesn't particularly agree with his tyrannical views either, he doesn't think his words are worthless either. Clairvoyants have a weird relationship.
But that's unimportant, he puts his fork down and glances at Lord El Melloi II. Before, he says. He can only think of an occasion. During the Grail War that he fought for sure. But Waver survived him. Then the sinking discomfort, wondering if it had been against Marisbilly and Solomon, would it have been the same? He lets a moment pass, two beats, three, and then- "Give me a list about which Servants are you uncomfortable with," he says, as acting director, as a friend. "I don't want to accidentally place you in a mission with them."
Roman laughs at Waver's remark. "That's flattery, and you know it." Still, his heart is pure for Mari. So he keeps the joke. "You think? I'll be a better catch as an aging doctor in my thirties?" He's got some self-loathing, though at least he knows he's not completely hideous, he's got of none Solomon's ethereal and otherworldly looks. But hey, at least Roman's taller.
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"It's shaped in form of a cat," he warns him succinctly, "And I don't think it has any seatbelts." He didn't see one when Da Vinci displayed her proud creation. "I'll ask Marie for a raise," he nods but immediately wilts when he knows he'll have to tell her of Lev's suicide.
He's a master of elegance, and the idea to tell Olgamarie the bad news only makes him eat faster. "Uh, he can gaze the future, but I don't think he was born with that ability." He hasn't asked, but he's quite sure he's developed it later in life. "I haven't asked him, so I could be wrong. I just have this feeling." He shrugs a little. He's not sure Gilgamesh would have been so well adjusted in his youth if he had been a Clairvoyant from birth as Solomon and Merlin. "Anyway, I don't think he'll debate my stance with me. He probably knows that I won't change my mind," he says with a calm certainty. Roman can be flustered in a lot of this, but he's stubborn as a mule too. Because he's seen all he's seen, perhaps even more. Gilgamesh is arrogant, but Romani knows he speaks because he's certain of his knowledge. There's nothing new he can tell him as he could say to others. Even though Roman doesn't particularly agree with his tyrannical views either, he doesn't think his words are worthless either. Clairvoyants have a weird relationship.
But that's unimportant, he puts his fork down and glances at Lord El Melloi II. Before, he says. He can only think of an occasion. During the Grail War that he fought for sure. But Waver survived him. Then the sinking discomfort, wondering if it had been against Marisbilly and Solomon, would it have been the same? He lets a moment pass, two beats, three, and then- "Give me a list about which Servants are you uncomfortable with," he says, as acting director, as a friend. "I don't want to accidentally place you in a mission with them."
Roman laughs at Waver's remark. "That's flattery, and you know it." Still, his heart is pure for Mari. So he keeps the joke. "You think? I'll be a better catch as an aging doctor in my thirties?" He's got some self-loathing, though at least he knows he's not completely hideous, he's got of none Solomon's ethereal and otherworldly looks. But hey, at least Roman's taller.