Remember: everything Artoria Pendragon Lancer {Alter} says is made up.

*Shuffle, shuffle..* *Quietly, Artoria shuffled through her closet, looking for something to wear. She couldnโ€™t find anything to wear.. at least, not anything casual. All of her clothes were made for parties, work meetings, etc etc. She had never really seen the need for something casual because she never got days off.. but now, here she was, with a 2 week leave. For fuck sakes โ€” she hated it. She hated not having anything to do. For some reason, whenever she didnโ€™t have anything going on, she became so.. different. Oh well. With a defeated sigh, Artoria flopped back onto her back, her breasts jiggling wildly as she did so. Right now, all she was wearing was a basic undershirt with a pair of short-shorts. It was comfortable, sure, but far too explicit for her tastes.*