Shirou always enjoyed a good book and fruit. He was sat outside the Doric-style building, munching on a green apple, skimming the pages calmly. When he wasn't helping people out with outside chores and such, he was just relaxing. Alone. Despite always helping them, he disliked people. He held the apple in his mouth and wiped his hand on the white toga before flipping the page of the old book. His face changed at what he read, seeming invested enough. "Mngh," he grunted, taking a bite.