In which awesome things happen.

[jollyoldraptor]

Characters: Chaptor and Spada
Where & When: Mulberry Castle!
Rating & Why: idk G/PG unless they blow up something I guess.
Summary: Chaptor's decided to make good on Spada's offer to drop by and visit. And he does so. With some cookies.

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[jollyoldraptor]

Sebastian grinned at Spada's welcome and tipped his hat the best he could. "I just thought it'd be nice to drop by. It's been a while since we've talked, after all. You aren't busy, I hope?"

Sebastian chuckled as he stepped in, holding out the bag as he did so. "I brought some cookies. Chocolate chip. And I do hope you don't mind if I leave my bike out here. I'm afraid that I've nowhere else to put it."

Stepping inside the castle, he couldn't help but sigh in content. Being cold-blooded and all, the warmth of the castle was such a welcome relief.

[jollyoldraptor]

Extremely, though it's probably a sign that he should go shopping for more clothes later.

Sebastian peered around the hall, slowly taking in the decorations. "Impressive," he murmured, nodding in approval. Nice aesthetics, rather cozy too. He felt like he could curl up on the floor right now and take a nap. Not that he'd do such a thing. Gentleraptors were much too cultured for such silly notions.

He left the bike outside like Spada said, but looked up in alarm when he mentioned the Locals. "Steal? Well..." He glanced a little nervously back. He was growing rather fond of his new bike and the thought of having it stolen didn't sit very well with him. "Ah, but they don't come around often, I hope...?"

"But of course." As he followed Spada, he noticed a partially dismembered suit of armor.

"... It seems that one of your armors had, ah, an unfortunate mishap there, Mr. Belforma."

[jollyoldraptor]

"Well, that's reassuring."

Sebastian noticed Spada's sudden scowl and looked back at the armor. "Ah, do you have children in the castle? Perhaps you should move them out. The armors, I mean. They look quite dangerous, and it wouldn't be well at all if one falls on a running child."

[jollyoldraptor]

It struck Sebastian as odd that the children would be upset at the loss of the armors--after all, they didn't look like anything they would play with anyway. "Well, I trust your judgment."

Sebastian took off his hat as they entered the kitchen and set it on the counter, gesturing towards the bag of cookies. "Let's sit down and eat, then. I don't suppose you have any milk? Cookies always taste better with milk, in my humble opinion."

craaaap I'm sorry. RL just bit me hard in the behind.

[jollyoldraptor]

Sebastian smiled as he took his glass. He took a cookie and nibbled at it before taking a sip of milk.

"Ah, thank you. My caretaker made it for me." He was caught off-guard by Spada's question, though. Too formal? Sebastian hmmm'd, thinking it over. Well," he said at last, "I've never really thought of it that way. I suppose formal is the norm for me." Never mind the fact that he saw other people running around in t-shirts and shorts. He had never had the idea of trying on anything other than a suit and top hat, and certainly never without his monocle! It was just... strange, he supposed.

[jollyoldraptor]

If Sebastian had it his way, he would have been living on his lonesome. Unfortunately, not many people in London were willing to rent out housing to talking animals, much less giant raptors. They were certainly much, much more willing to snag him and ship him away to some zoo, though, he could guarantee that.

Taking another nibble out of his cookie, he said, "Yes. He's a good fellow, though... a bit morose. Yes, morose is the word. We don't talk much, actually."

Not that there was a lot to talk about. How were you supposed to converse with a person who sulked and grumbled and was overall ill-tempered? Sebastian didn't like Eric, Eric didn't like Sebastian--end of story.

[jollyoldraptor]

"Well, perhaps morose is too strong of a word. I suppose... well... he's not exactly the best company. It's a rather touchy subject. But we get along just fine." Sebastian tapped a claw against his face. "I don't mind, really. The most he does is feed me."

Not that Sebastian needed the guy anyway. The young maid Agnes was great company and extremely helpful as well. Farswitch and Aristotle too, though they were a pain in the neck sometimes. He gave a small sigh.

"I must admit that he's the only person I don't miss."