[ Berserker only agreed to this because it was easier than turning down the invitation. Well, or so he thought, anyway. That thought was wrong and he's kicking himself mentally. He ... didn't put the watch on. Someone else can try to make him do that later. He doesn't care for much things and it seems especially pointless to wear something like that.

All other things taken care of, he makes his way to the pool. He decided to forego his usual armor, if only because it takes up so much space. He's a bit smaller without it, but no less intimidating. Even in a bathrobe, Berserker's kind of scary. There's no interest in actually swimming, but he does sit with his feet in the water, just kind of staring ahead. ]

Swim if you want, just don't start a meaningless conversation with me.

[ Real nice guy, this one. ]

[ Berserker cleans up nicely, but he doesn't look happy about the situation. Shared meals are nothing new -- that's just how things are done in Chaldea. There are too many Servants to expect individual facilities and this place is no different.

He takes a seat at a table, not bothering to ask if the other person minds. Even if they did, he doesn't care. The food presented before him is...not to his liking. He's not particularly hungry, anyway, but he picks at his meal idly. Bored. ]

If you're going to ask anything, save your breath. Just eat your food and leave me alone.

[ Chaos is where Berserker thrives. He himself is basically an agent of chaos, a ruinous and unstoppable force. But now...he doesn't seem to serve that purpose. He looks more annoyed, back in his armor now. It's a good thing he changed back into it, now that he's floating...

He digs his claws into the wall to stop himself, tail hanging down. Oh, well, he should take pity on someone. ]

If you really can't handle yourself, grab on. I'm strong enough to handle it...Just don't make it a habit.

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