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WHO: Lulubell [metamorphoid] & Sebastian Michaelis [blackestate]
WHAT: Tea. Talking. Breaking Grell's heart a bit. That sort of thing. :D
WHERE: "A humble garden on the outskirts of the city."
WHEN: After this. Day 87.
( a model of efficiency; far as you can see )
WHAT: Tea. Talking. Breaking Grell's heart a bit. That sort of thing. :D
WHERE: "A humble garden on the outskirts of the city."
WHEN: After this. Day 87.
( a model of efficiency; far as you can see )
Still. The thought counted. Nevertheless, it was now that Lulubell reached for one of the pudding glasses, tongue delicately reaching out to taste the spoon from where it had dipped into the light concoction.
Really, Lulubell adored milk. His comparisons-- her features resembling that of a cats, mannerisms and so on-- were only too accurate. Mimi had noted as much. As had others.
Especially those who had seen her in cat form.
Lulubell paused to gently swipe a lick at the back of her hand, before she looked back up at him.
The vague notion of the General being jealous of the fact that she found this individual strangely engaging flittered across her thoughts once, then dissipated.
That left the thought of the fact that she did, however, find Sebastian to be more than a little pleasant.
Interesting, certainly. Novel, even.
"I found him strange," Lulubel answered almost coldly. "Perhaps I should have not inquired."
Still, curious as she beheld herself...
It was only inevitable, of course.
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