log; maybe one day bruno will be cool

[unenvied]

I

[It's a lovely day—the kind perfect for a cup of coffee and some sweets. Whether you're outside of the cafe, though, or already inside—well, you might notice one (1) weirdo pressed up against the window, peering into the building with a wide-eyed look.]

...

[Nothing to see here, move along—]

II

[Kai and Master seemed to enjoy it, so why not give it a try...?

And that's how Bruno ended up sitting on the edge of a fountain, tossing out pigeon feed. This would be great, except none of the pigeons are approaching.]

Why...!? Why will they not come to me?

[WHY DO ANIMALS HATE HIM.

... In any case, after it becomes clear that this is a failure, he turns to the nearest person and holds out the bag of feed.]

Would you like it? It appears I have no use for it.

III

[Evening falls upon the town, and—]

Thief!

[As a man grasping a book runs by, weaving into an alleyway, Bruno's call rings out in the air—with Bruno in pursuit of said thief. Help him out, Y/N??]

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III

[scooptimistic]

[ ... Oh.

THAT MAN NEEDS HELP, and while Maya is nowhere near as physically violent as her roommate (usually for understandable reasons, occasionally for less), she can probably sound at least a little intimidating. And, you know, hit hard.

So actually, down the alleyway she goes right after Man With Book. A plan, what's that? ]

Hey, stop!

I - it's jesse with another fate/

[houseworks]

[.............................

Shirou happens to be working part-time at the cafe Bruno is stalking. It's hard not to notice a grown man glued to the window, looking suspicious as all hell. He waits on it -- maybe he'll get tired and go away -- but it looks like the stranger is here to stay.

He leaves the register to a coworker before he pops outside with a frown.]

Hey, uh, can I help you?

III.

[duplicitoussight]

[.............................

Kano stays in the shadows and casually sticks out his leg.

In a moment, the thief will go flying into the pavement.

QUICK BRUNO, GRAB HOLD OF YOUR THINGS.]

I.

[klitzeklein]

[............................

It's like a child sitting on the bench, too shy to ask if he could join his classmates. How old is Bruno again? Sixteen, was it?

.............................]

Do you see something you like, Your Highness?

ii.

[melanges]

[Licht, who happens to be lounging around, can't help being a little bit rude.]

Oh? You're already done pelting the birds? You really need to work on your aim, Brunie...