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badfic_manor2010-05-29 06:13 am
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[In Person] Sebastian Michaelis | 6:00 am - Prepare Breakfast
[Early morning dawns on your new home. It is a good thing the manor comes fully equipped with a handsome 19th century butler! Come near the kitchen and you'll smell something heavenly being cooked.
He's found the various prepackaged foodstuffs lacking for a proper breakfast, so he's improvising. Eggs have been cracked into a large bowl and beaten. He's figured out the modern stove, although there are other appliances he hasn't even touched, including the Blackberry that he still has in a breast pocket, near to his pocket watch. It's quite a mystery, his being here, and so far from his master that he can't even sense the boy's presence. But that's no matter. There's a schedule to keep and, he can tell, guests to be served.
He's producing omelets, using the various ingredients available to him. He moves with grace and poise, dressed in an impeccable black uniform; long coattails, white gloves, high collar with tie, and head butler's pin on his lapel. The only things that might strike one as out of place are his carelessly mussed hair and unnaturally red eyes.
Come on in and request something! Don't be shy! He's here to serve!]
He's found the various prepackaged foodstuffs lacking for a proper breakfast, so he's improvising. Eggs have been cracked into a large bowl and beaten. He's figured out the modern stove, although there are other appliances he hasn't even touched, including the Blackberry that he still has in a breast pocket, near to his pocket watch. It's quite a mystery, his being here, and so far from his master that he can't even sense the boy's presence. But that's no matter. There's a schedule to keep and, he can tell, guests to be served.
He's producing omelets, using the various ingredients available to him. He moves with grace and poise, dressed in an impeccable black uniform; long coattails, white gloves, high collar with tie, and head butler's pin on his lapel. The only things that might strike one as out of place are his carelessly mussed hair and unnaturally red eyes.
Come on in and request something! Don't be shy! He's here to serve!]
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Fine.
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Would you like a cup of tea as well?
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I can make it myself.
[He doesn't like being served, especially not by someone he doesn't trust. But he knows that answer won't stand. They are alone in the kitchen and Touya decides to say it. He wouldn't if there were others there, revealing another's...secret...is not something Touya would do in public. Usually he'd live with not knowing, honestly it doesn't bother him so much anymore. But here he is, God knows where, being served by someone with an intense magical aura that's made the pit of his stomach fall and his heart speed up anxiously.]
What are you exactly?
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[He tilts his head, smiling a bit secretively.] Me? I am a butler, sir.
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You know exactly what I mean!
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[Guess what, you're getting tea too. He moves to pour Touya a cup.]
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Whatever.
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No.
[They're done talking now. Although Touya says "itadakimasu" it's not to Sebastian]
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[He returns to doing dishes from the other guests who dropped by who APPRECIATED his presence.]
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[He returns to his task.]
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