There stood a lone Master, the last hope for humanity, an almighty force from the beyond, fighting for the future of the world-
"Yeah, yeah, can we get on with this? This cutscene doesn't give me SQ, and the gacha doesn't wait for anyone."
Unfortuna...
Roman: Uh... I, uh... I need to go and... lie down for a bit.
(Y/N): You do that, doc. We'll chat later! Hell, I could wear a nurse outfit to make you more comfortable!
Roman: Gonnagoliedownbye!
He grinned shamelessly as he watched the very flustered doctor scurry away back to the medical wing. The best part about it was that he wasn't joking about rocking a sexy nurse outfit just to mess with Roman, but that would come at a later time when everyone least expected it.
Left to his own devices once more, he took a good look around his room. He appreciated the simplistic yet modern design, much like his own. Snapping his finger, he materialized a mannequin coat rack for Shinketsu to sleep in.
(Y/N): Well, room sweet room. Let's lay down for a little while.
Of course, (Y/N) had no intention of lying down, but he had given Mash his word, so the solution was simple: Exploit the loophole.
She said "Rest for a little while", but never specified how long "a little while" could be, so he interpreted it as being just 5 seconds of lying down on the bed before going right back out.
(Y/N): Alright, let's go see what they have for lunch! And with all that orientation thing going on, nobody will be there to bother me.
He exited and took a hard right in the direction of the cafeteria, which happened to be opposite the command room, where the debriefing would be held. On his way there, he crossed paths with a few other Master candidates, but none were particularly interesting.
Except for yet another peculiar person.
He was nearing the cafeteria when he saw a young man with a plate of creme brulee in his hands. Long blonde hair just a bit shorter than (Y/N)'s mane, blue eyes, and clothing befitting someone of the highest aristocracy, which (Y/N) subtly approved.
He looked to be taking his time, possibly enjoying his dessert as much as he could on the way to the debriefing. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. This guy didn't look like another NPC, he mused, so he must be worth talking to at least.
(Y/N): Yo, guy! Is there any dessert left in the cafeteria? I need my sugar fix and I'm gonna kill someone if they stole the last bit of sugar!
If the man was surprised by this gruff voice, he didn't show it. Instead, he took a moment to look at him before nodding his head.
???: Fortunately, there's no shortage of desserts. I'm unsure if it'd be wise to have lunch before orientation starts.
(Y/N): Well, it's either hearing the Boss Lady talk about boring stuff or getting my fix. She's pretty and all, but it's my fucking sugar.
???: So I've gathered. I would certainly remember someone like you, so you must be a new arrival. How are you finding Chaldea?
(Y/N): It's neat. Everyone's pretty cool, but I'm itching to get out there and summon a Servant, y'know?
???: Patience. It'll come in due time.
(Y/N): Yeah, yeah. Hey, do you know Mashmallow? Or those A-Team elites? You look like an elite, so I'll go out on a limb and say you're one of them.
???: An astute assumption.
(Y/N): Neato. I'm (Y/N), the newest master candidate. That makes you my Senpai, Mashmallow style.
???: Kirschtaria. A pleasure.
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