Not even a second passes between when the annoying sound of the alarm clock next to my head begins and the door to my room is kicked open. "Oi there, Master! Time to get your butt outta bed so we can earn our keep!"
I run a hand over my eyes, head slightly pounding from the loud voice echoing in the room. But I know there's no point in staying silent and hoping my visitor takes a hint; pushing myself up to a sitting position, I eye my Servant before replying "Yes, I'm aware of that, Mordred. There's a reason I have an alarm, so you don't have to keep trying to break my door to make a point."
Mordred laughs heartily at that as she takes her usual seat, a custom-made throne right next to the door. She throws one leg over the other in a haughty posture, crossing her arms over her nearly flat chest. "Yeah, yeah, sure thing Master. I'm classy enough not to mention the one time I left you to wake up on your own and you ended up sleeping half the day away. Not a word outta me."
I glare at Mordred, though as usual she seems completely unfazed by my expression; hell, if anything, I'd bet she probably expects it. Aggressive by nature, my Servant is no doubt just waiting for the chance I actually challenge her on something, just to prove a point I'm her Master in name only. Though one doesn't need to eamine her personality for that, her clothing tells a story unto their own.
A white tube-top stretched tight across her chest that leaves most of her abdomen exposed, a set of ripped shorts that leave almost nothing of her lower body to the imagination, and a cocky smirk upon her face proving she's not bothered the slightest bit about her provocative attire. I've given up trying to get her to dress properly at this point, though perhaps a small part of me is glad I can see her toned abs on such a regular basis.
Mordred leans back on her throne, green eyes glittering with challenge as she says "You're not gonna scare me with that pathetic look on your face, Master, so why don'tcha hurry up and get dressed. Just forget that I'm here."
Though I continue glaring at Mordred, a small blush creeps onto my face. This Servant doesn't give a damn about 'earning our keep' or anything noble like that, I'm pretty sure she only shows up this early to tease me, trying to provoke a response out of me. I know some of my teammates here in Chaldea have some... unique Servants of their own, but why do I have to be stuck with the one who wants to fight me just as much as our organization's enemies!?