Getting used to having a literal heroic spirit, a demigod from the first ever piece of literature in your house, well, it was no easy task.

Even with the very pressing matter of the Holy Grail War, you couldn't simply cease to do what you had to on your day to day life- they wouldn't take 'becoming a participant as a magus in a magic war where historical characters fight to death' as an excuse to miss work.

It is a day like any other when you return home, shrugging off your coat and placing away your keys, when you spot Enkidu in the living room's floor, nursing a glass of liquor to themselves. Oh no.

"Master," When those topaz eyes meet yours, they giggle, the sound like melodious wind chimes. Their cheeks are flushed, and they hiccup. "You've arrived. I am glad... so very glad. Come join me!" They pat the spot on the carpet beside them. "You must want to unwind after a long day."