One of the good things about being a Servant is that Lancer has no need for a house. Honestly, what would he do with a house anyway? It wasn't like he needed to sleep or anything. Nights were spent like days, drifting in the streets, hoping that he would run into something interesting. He didn't have anything better to do. It was just about impossible for him to go home--all his previous attempts had ended in failure. By now, he had fallen into his usual pattern of behavior from before he was a Servant. And that was to explore the city in hopes of finding fun fights, cute girls, and a nice drink of a dozen.

When he did get bored, he just squatted down on a random roof and dozed off a while. He liked the cool breeze whipping against his face and the high vantage point that gave him a good look at the stars. It reminded him of home. No matter how much changed on the ground, the night sky remained the same. This was what he was trying to do today, if not for the presence of something unexpected.

"Caw."

That was the only warning he received before a black feathered. A better check would have told him that it was a crow, but at this point, he was too busy tumbling down the roof.

Another good thing about being a Servant was that he was too tough to die from just falling off a roof onto the pavement below. However, he had still slammed into it hard enough to make a big noise.

"Ow..."

He whimpered as he tried to get up. Just because it didn't kill him doesn't mean it didn't still hurt. After he sat up, he looked around, trying to see if a crowd had gathered or if the homeowner had come out to check the commotion. He didn't have any problems with telling the homeowner that he had been sleeping on the roof. After all, it was pretty much routine for Lancer. However, explaining why he had fallen off would be embarrassing.

Lancer winced when the door to the house started opening. Ah, shit. He might as well as get it over with.

"Yo. Guess you're checking up on that noise?