3.0 In which Gau plots for purposes of pointilism [Voice]

[cakebakenojutsu]

[Doesn't make anything private, because he doesn't know how to.]

Mister Eagle? Will lemon cram tarts be fine? I'm making some for Agatsuma-sensei, and you like muggle sweets. You can tell me how they are...

And does anyone know where I can find mister..."Sebastian Michaelis"? I just need to ask him something. I was hoping to get it done quickly

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[urpersonaldemon]

I do not think that you have to do all that much looking, Mister Meguro. [ He smiles to himself. ] What can I do for you?

[voices back]

[cakebakenojutsu]

Ah! [A little taken aback since he's asked for the man so rudely and abruptly, even if he works as a servant of a family...]

I'm...sorry to interrupt you, especially as a stranger making a strange request but...
Miss Elizabeth's fiance...what sort of food does he like?

[And asking that without explaining he HAS to ask to make restitution for inadvertently calling Ciel a pervert after misunderstanding what age he was. He has no idea how much trouble he could get into--snot nose common muggleborn guy that he is...

Of course, he makes no explanation, so that request is more or less out of the blue...]

[ voice; ]

[urpersonaldemon]

[ It doesn't bother him at all, because He is used to bein' called upon on a whim. ]

No need to apologize. [ Listens and--! His interests are perked, suddenly. Hn. Strange; an understatement. ]

Is there a reason that I should disclose that information to you Mister Meguro, ..? [ Not that Ciel's personal food preference is any sort of a secret, but still, Sebastian does want to know why Gau is asking. ]

[ It is probably for the best that Sebastian doesn't find out that His Master was called a pervert. He couldn't let someone get away with having sullied the Phantomhive name, even if the remark had been made in lieu of a misunderstanding, and in spite of the fact that the Demon, himself, would find it rather funny. ]

[ voice; ]

[cakebakenojutsu]

[If there were anything to worry about, Sebastian, it would probably be neutralized by sheer straightforwardness. Gau would make the Phantomhive staff look positively subtle by comparison. Unlike them, however, he's not entirely useless.

...He's only partially useless.]

Well I need to know so I know what to make for that picnic Miss Elizabeth is inviting him to. [Like it's obvious. What kind of demon butler doesn't read the brains of muggle-born simpletons?]

I already know what sweets to make and all, but I need to figure out what he'd like, preferably for a japanese-style meal since...that didn't seem to be a problem.
It's to repay Miss Elizabeth's kindness.

[Because it's totally normal for older students to want to eat with a bunch of twelve year olds. ...Huh. Yeah...that can't look good. To think this whole big picnic thing started because Gau thought an older male student eating with a younger female student smacked of unsavory connotations...]

Re: voice;

[cakebakenojutsu]

H-Huh? Who? Mister Michaelis? I don't know...er...or maybe you mean Agatsuma-sensei? I really don't...

[Oh wait...Lluvia...he remembers you now. The girl with the interesting speaking manner that he talked about criminals with. FELLOW HUFFLEPUFF. Awkward pause, before he ventures uncertainly...]

You...don't mean me do you?

[voice] 1/3

[cakebakenojutsu]

Narrow-! [Sputter sputter, shockface.]

[voice]

[smokinfighter]

[something for him? Really? You confuse him.]

Ah, that is very kind of you.

[voice]

[cakebakenojutsu]

No, sensei! Welcoming newcoming professors with an interest int he well-being and desires of their students is only natural!

[A pause, then something occurs to him. GASP.]

Unless you want something else! It doesn't have to be Bichon au Citron!

[voice]

[smokinfighter]

[smiling at you, so cute]

Thank you, whatever you make will be fine.

About your class. I spoke to the head master and your teacher. I can't take you from her class, but I can allow you to come to me during after hours time for extra lessons.

[voice]

[cakebakenojutsu]

[the older inexplicable temporal gash lovechild of Ritsuka and Yuiko? With added stalking and cakebaking abilities...]

Oh!
Well that would be fine, too! Speaking to the professor on my behalf...
[Uwah. Stunned, and touched.]
I'm honored, Agatsuma-sensei! To have inconvenienced you so...
I'll tell Mister Raikou! [Ohoho. One can only wonder what the librarian's going to think of that... Competition for his personal teenaged housewife? Gau's oblivious to that as ever--he thinks if he becomes more accomplished, then maybe Raikou will notice him/be proud of him.]

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[unyieldingwill]

Lemon tarts would be nice, Gau.

[Even if I already said you didn’t really have to make me anything… ^^” ]

Thank you very much for thinking of me.

Voice

[cakebakenojutsu]

I felt badly. Considering our different years, and our different houses, we don't seem to run into one another very much. I'd mistakenly assumed that given the patterns of movement between classes, I would run into you and give you what I'd promised, but I miscalculated.

[All said totally seriously. Uwah. What a perfect dyed-in-the-wool stalker...o_o]

So this is repayment for your patience with me, and your friendliness when I first came to the school! [More total earnestness and grim seriousness...]

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[unyieldingwill]

I guess I am pretty difficult to find! I do try to stay busy.

[Will ignore the creepy stalker-ish tendencies that implies. Gau likely doesn’t mean for it to seem that way.
And at least he seems to have surmounted the name difficulties since Gau didn‘t panic at the use of his first name! ]

Though you really didn’t have to repay me for anything, I will definitely let you know how I like these lemon tarts of yours.
They sound really good!

Voice

[cakebakenojutsu]

It's not just you...I've been really busy working with Mister Raikou, too...

[Aah. The stalker tendencies are definitely there. He is...very organized after all. And he got very good at tracking people for Raikou... Murdering still isn't something Gau realizes the gravity of in the Wizarding world.

And nothing's probably going to stop Eagle from using his first name. He's just overfamiliar. Possibly American...]

Well...it would mean a great deal if you tried them.

[ofnobility]

So you do this kinda thing all the time, huh...

Thanks for the taiyaki again. Even if I don't understand why you gave it to me. They were really good!

[Voice]

[cakebakenojutsu]

H-Huh? [All the time? Ugh! Is another girl making fun of him?! This is just not his day! But...Utena seemed so nice. No...she can't be! She just can't be making fun of him!]

I like baking. [Still sounds a touch defensive, but less so than he does with Lluvia at least.]
It's some of the first magic I ever did.

[But he relaxes a little. You liked his Taiyaki? Hmmm....]
I...found a spell, you know. So the little biscuit skeleton cookies I made would stay crunchy. [Bashful pride? Yeah...just a bit.]
Did you...really like them? I can make some more... [Baking: his one chance to talk to girls. Especially ones with pink hair...]

[Voice]

[ofnobility]

[She hears that defensiveness!] Huh? Hey, I didn't mean anything by it. It's fine you like to bake. You're pretty good at it. I'm no good at that kinda stuff.

Wow, that's pretty cool! Are you going to be a chef when you graduate?

[A beat. She's surprised.] Really? Aww, geez, Gau. I liked 'em, but you don't have to go out of your way to make me more. Say, why don't I do something for you this time?

[Voice] (Prince meets would-be-squire)

[cakebakenojutsu]

You're...not? [Blink blink. But he thought all girls were okay at that...Surely they wouldn't have a magical school full of witches who don't know how to keep a house
Oh GOD, he has to shudder at that thought--what are they thinking about their future lives on their own? Don't they know how to use an iron?! How to sort clothes?! How to balance a budget?! WHAT DO THEY TEACH AT THIS SCHOOOOOOOOL?

He's too busy privately spiralling into a pit of Inadvertently chauvinistic horror before he catches himself on the next question.]

A...chef? [No, a housewife. ASDFJKL. He didn't just have that thought! He didn't! He had this nice little rosecolored image of being by Raikou's side but...what he'd be doing wasn't important-seeming at the time. He hadn't though to if, and that surprises him. He'd always thought he'd just be...doing what he'd always done. Keeping house, really--just making sure Raikou didn't leave the house in floral bermuda shorts, and filing his papers...]
I...don't know, actually. [he sounds oddly stunned; thrown for a loop.]