six: action

[soulphile]

[ Getting kidnapped by the Malnosso isn't something Sebastian honestly expected to happen. While he did predict Ciel's mallynapping, he was not expecting to be overpowered by those thingsThat isn't to say he didn't immediatly recover from the experience, no, rather he hopped right to a store to replace his tatted clothing, and then went about his

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1/IDK. I might have fun with it.

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[So Winry was totally eying up that basket of apples for herself.]

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[When out of the corner of her eye she sees someone else interested. Perhaps she'll back away and pick up apples another da-]

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[Oh no it's him. The guy who pointed the rifle to her face.]

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[What should she do? Take the apples out of spite and hope he doesn't kill her? Or run away now before he notices?]

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[But that probably won't work. She's been standing here for a little while now. He's probably already seen her.]

Done, sorry

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[So instead she reaches for a couple bananas. Yeah. That's what she was here for. Bananas.]

ahaha no problem! 8Db

[soulphile]

[ ... ah. how could he ever forget the plucky girl from the weaponry shop? he smirks, seeing her opt to ignore him, and while he can certainly see the logic there, this is too golden of an opportunity to let her go so easily. with a chuckle, he scoops up a particularly bright and red apple. holding it out for winry, sebastian smiles kindly. ]

Do help yourself. I am only after enough for a cake big enough for one person, after all. [ ... even though they'll need to be enough for seconds. well; he can make it work. ]

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[Oh great he's talking to her. Be pleasant, Winry. You don't want him to maul off your face. She manages as much of a smile as she can, but doesn't take the apple.]

No thank you. If I did take them I'd need most of the apples. I'll just come back tomorrow.

[soulphile]

Oh. I do apologize.

[ not that he offers to give up the basket. he even places the apple he'd offered to her back. ]

I would like to be polite, but I have my duties as a butler, Miss. [ he's just trying to prolong the conversation, and while it shouldn't show-- he's adept at these sort of things, see-- he certainly doesn't know the girl well enough to know what topics to tap. he knows that ignoring that incident might help, though. humans are humans, after all. ]

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[He's got such good manners! Then again, so did Kimblee. A perfect gentlemen. The blond shakes her head.]

It's all right. I can always make the pie some other time. [She reaches for a pear. Maybe if she keeps calm he'll get bored and go away. So far this butler is one of the few people in Luceti who actually scares her.]

[soulphile]

[ of course he has good manners. ciel would throw the stuff he makes for him back in his face if he didn't. not to mention, he's is a butler. being polite is just the basics. ]

I'm sure you could make a lovely pie with such ripe pears.

[ he knows he frightens her. and he's lapping it up. ]

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I guess I can find a recipe for it in the library. [But she promised Mr. Okita apple pie. Like she said before. She'll be back tomorrow.

The blond picks up another. It's bruised. She won't take it, but when putting it back she leaves the bruised side exposed. So someone else will know to avoid it.]

[soulphile]

[ it's a simple gesture, but it makes him smile. such kindness, and for someone she might not know. the gold hair fits her. ]

It's a simple thing, pear pie. I could tell you my own recipe for it, if you'd like.

[ let's see how she responds to him being overly polite. ]

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[For a moment Winry almost says yes. She looks up at him to respond. Her eyes meet his, and her blood runs cold. She takes a half step back - a bad idea, showing fear - doing such before she can catch herself to stop. The girl does her best to speak without stuttering.]

Thank you, but I... I'm sure I can... on my own...

[soulphile]

[ ... heh. ]

Well, miss, the offer is always on the table. Give me a wrong through the networks, and I will do my best to help. After all, it is natural for the butler of the Phantomhive Estate to help one whom has helped us so much.

[ yes, he recognizes her. how could he forget such a plucky young lady? taking a step toward her, he bows, a hand over his chest. ]

We are ever so grateful for your help back then.

[ you did a child a gun, after all. and not just any child, Ciel Phantomhive. ]

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[The fear is pushed aside by anger. While Sebastian bows Winry feels the urge peg the pear in her hand off his head. She restrains herself, but has to hide the anger from her face when he stands back up. Help. Ha, is that what he called it?]

I'll try to remember that, Sir.