Fate: Grand Order

„What does wormwood even look like?“
„A green, leafy plant,“ scowled the battlefield nurse.
„That´s... helpful,“ temporised Ritsuka in a dry voice, looking at the lush vegetation all around him.
“Is this it?” asked Mash suddenly, lifting something green.
“Yes! Very good!”
“What do you even need it for, anyway?”
„To heal my patients at a distance,“ she explained, and began stuffing her pepperbox revolver full of the plant.
„You want to heal someone by shooting him?!“
„Why not?“
Ritsuka only hoped he wouldn´t get injured. Knowing Florence Nightingale, she would try the method.
And it would probably even work.

Doctor Roman looked down at his student, his heart clenching.
It was his own fault he couldn’t talk to him, teach him, as much as he wanted to.
To behave as the person he in reality was, would undermine everything he strived for. Their enemy must never discover this secret. Their one winning trump card had to be preserved.
Yet seeing the desperate Ritsuka Fujimaru, he wished he could reveal his true identity, and speak to him as a proper teacher. King Solomon could teach this child every mystery of the magecraft there ever was.
Too bad Doctor Roman couldn’t.

It was Halloween again.
They were all around him arguing again.
„Manager, you´ll accompany me, won´t you?“
„No, we´re having a romantic dinner, aren´t we, husband?“
Ritsuka, being the nice gentleman he was, had trouble turning them down politely.
Mash gritted her teeth, before driving her shield into the ground.
„I declare that the topic of Senpai´s future plans should be forbidden,“ she declared resolutely, „not a word more. Senpai, what were your plans?“
„Eeeh,“ he spoke, embarrassed, before nodding towards her. „We wanted to look at that upside down pyramid over there.“
„Good,“ Mash grinned in agreement, „that´s settled.“