"I very much envy that world view some days." That was the truth. Lord El-Melloi II knew how bitter and cynical he was and how he projected it into a persona that couldn't be ruffled by anything. It kept him alive and safe for the most part, but some days it'd be nice to look out the window and not feel well...like himself, for lack of a better word.
"First one, Roman," he clarified. "DaVinci's immune from you telling her off, that's probably a built up resistence. As sorry as I am to say that."
Roman didn't have the mom energy of Emiya or Raikou or anyone. It was more like...the uncle who tried really, really hard but you knew you could ignore him 99% of the time. Unless you were talking about bullshit aliens in which case the things said were ipossible to forget.
"It isn't funny!" he whined, and that would be the last statement on the matter. Forever. Forever.
Roman's defense of his idol wasn't something Lord El-Melloi II was about to clock as weird or even comment on. It...it was Roman being Roman, nothing else. He remained somber, and before he spoke, let out a long sigh.
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"First one, Roman," he clarified. "DaVinci's immune from you telling her off, that's probably a built up resistence. As sorry as I am to say that."
Roman didn't have the mom energy of Emiya or Raikou or anyone. It was more like...the uncle who tried really, really hard but you knew you could ignore him 99% of the time. Unless you were talking about bullshit aliens in which case the things said were ipossible to forget.
"It isn't funny!" he whined, and that would be the last statement on the matter. Forever. Forever.
Roman's defense of his idol wasn't something Lord El-Melloi II was about to clock as weird or even comment on. It...it was Roman being Roman, nothing else. He remained somber, and before he spoke, let out a long sigh.
"Could I try to perform a summons?"