WHO: Sebastian Michaelis (howcaniserveyou), Rhode Kamelot (dolcezzamacabra). WHAT: Teaching lessons, interpreting the rules, and meeting challenges. WHERE: Rhode's residence. WHEN: After this conversation.
The toast and water were apparently quite confusing for Rhode. She'd come wandering down the stairs after a long evening on her computer, rubbing her eyes sleepily as the lateness of a very early morning started to catch up with her. She was more than ready to have her bedtime snack and crawl into bed, but the surprise she found sitting on the table was enough to delay her grazing.
After a moment of trying to figure out what was going on, Rhode looked around for any sign of her butler. "Sebastian?" Maybe he was sick or something. Or hell was freezing over. "Sebastian!" Something was rotten in Denmark, or Reggio di Calabria, as it were.
Sebastian hear his mistress descend down the stairs from where he was preparing his decorative flower arrangement in the living room. He waited. It was only a matter of time before she discovered the first of his small alterations and no doubt would inevitably demand an answer of him. But Sebastian was in no hurry and not terribly anxious-- he had protected many generations of heirs, and had developed methods for dealing with them.
A few minutes later, Rhode called his name. He took a moment to set a few more yellow roses into place before departing for the kitchen to find Rhode. He entered with a graceful bow, his arm folding in front of him as he bent neatly at the waist.
"Yeah." Rhode was still staring at the toast and water on the table, wondering if this was some weird test. It wasn't that she really minded having toast; it was just a bit of a letdown when someone expected a chocolate rose.
Sebastian's expression betrayed very little of his intentions. He merely offered his polite, practiced smile at her question, a hint of amusement flickering in ruby red eyes as he replied, "It's not the chocolate we are lacking, my lady."
His eyes narrowed almost unnoticeable as he added lightly, "Is there something I can get for you, Mistress? Manners, perhaps?"
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After a moment of trying to figure out what was going on, Rhode looked around for any sign of her butler. "Sebastian?" Maybe he was sick or something. Or hell was freezing over. "Sebastian!" Something was rotten in Denmark, or Reggio di Calabria, as it were.
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A few minutes later, Rhode called his name. He took a moment to set a few more yellow roses into place before departing for the kitchen to find Rhode. He entered with a graceful bow, his arm folding in front of him as he bent neatly at the waist.
"You called, Young Mistress?"
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"Did we... run out of chocolate or something?"
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His eyes narrowed almost unnoticeable as he added lightly, "Is there something I can get for you, Mistress? Manners, perhaps?"
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