[ Chaldea is always teeming with calculating minds, ever-vigilant concerning the plight of their delicate balance. The order of the universe, the sands of time— abstract concepts that Mozart doesn't care to define, insofar as they don't relate to music.
Unlike the other Servants (far more invested in their work than he is), Mozart is happy for the break from the usual. More sights to see, more sounds to absorb; even in life, the musician was a vagrant. Keeping still was never his strong suit, and the excuse to stretch his proverbial wings is a welcome one.
So. Here he is. Out of his oppressively funereal blacks and purples, disarmingly pedestrian for a man who spent half his life in and out of company with nobility.
It doesn't take long for him to notice the little shadow trailing him (he hears Ain before he sees him, the pitter-patter of paws and the incongruous slowness of his heartbeat). Turning on his heels, he fixes the black 'cat' with a wide smile; animals were always far better company than humans. ]
Oh, look at you. Charming! [ Long legs fold, knees angling for a better view of his company. ] The ribbon's a nice touch, Foreigner.
[ Yes, he knows. That isn't going to stop him from crooking a finger. ]
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Unlike the other Servants (far more invested in their work than he is), Mozart is happy for the break from the usual. More sights to see, more sounds to absorb; even in life, the musician was a vagrant. Keeping still was never his strong suit, and the excuse to stretch his proverbial wings is a welcome one.
So. Here he is. Out of his oppressively funereal blacks and purples, disarmingly pedestrian for a man who spent half his life in and out of company with nobility.
It doesn't take long for him to notice the little shadow trailing him (he hears Ain before he sees him, the pitter-patter of paws and the incongruous slowness of his heartbeat). Turning on his heels, he fixes the black 'cat' with a wide smile; animals were always far better company than humans. ]
Oh, look at you. Charming! [ Long legs fold, knees angling for a better view of his company. ] The ribbon's a nice touch, Foreigner.
[ Yes, he knows. That isn't going to stop him from crooking a finger. ]