Because this isn't late...

[triptoprofiler]

Who: Norman Jayden and the Phancyhive Household
When: Saturday, June 11th.
Where: The Phancyhive Manor
Summary: Jayden has a search warrant and he's going to be asking a few questions.
Warnings: PG-13 at most. Will change if need be

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Snake | Laundry Room

[snakeofaguy]

[Someone is in his home, someone who is not his family. In the circus of his past life, this was cause for high alert, for a lockdown, for more than slightly obvious suspicious glances. The snakes throughout the manor are all properly tucked away, they whisper back to him on the movements of everyone around, but they're never seen. Snake calmly folds the house's linens and prepares them to be put away into their respective closets.

He wouldn't speak unless spoken to, and only offer the most superficial of information. And at any hint of danger, he would react without hesitation.]

[triptoprofiler]

[Finding the laundry room was easier said then done. Finding anyone here was easier said then done.

But he was getting there. He just wasn't getting anywhere with any of it. Turning the ARI off as he scanned the room, it detailed the face and put it in the database, and he leaned against the doorframe.]

You guys have a lot of people here. Must be a lot of laundry.

[snakeofaguy]

[This place is huge, and kind of confusing. Even Snake gets lost sometimes. Sometimes being kind of often.

He's aware of the man in the door for a moment before he actual turns around. The whispers of the snakes around him relay to him everything. Facing Norman, his face is mostly expressionless over the pile of folded towels in his arms.]

'It is helpful with other servants around,' says Goethe.

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And what do you say? [Asks as he leans against the door.]

[snakeofaguy]

'The same thing as Goethe,' says Wordsworth. [His face gets a little stern.]

[triptoprofiler]

Is your name Wordsworth?

[snakeofaguy]

[He's had a little experience with telling people more properly about who he is as well as his snakes so-]

'No, his name is Snake,' says Goethe. [To which Snake points at himself. A mamba slides from under Snake's lapel, rearing its head up. A second, equally venomous snake does the same from his sleeve. He points to them respectively as he speaks.] 'And I am Goethe, and this is Wordsworth,' says Goethe.

[triptoprofiler]

...Ah. [Pauses at that, and then nods.]

Okay. Can I...ask the three of you some questions, then?

[snakeofaguy]

Of course. [For once, it seems that he's speaking for himself.]

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How long have you been living here?

[snakeofaguy]

Since February. [Deadpan, and he walks past to the linen closet on the other side of the room, putting the towels and such away among the massive stacks. No use detracting from his duties for this.]

[triptoprofiler]

How have you found living with this group of people?

[snakeofaguy]

These people are my family. My second family. They are dear to me.

[And he passes again to start the next load of laundry.]

[triptoprofiler]

Must be nice to have people so close to you they're like family, here.