Bad Days [Closed]

[peoplenpudding]

Characters: Millie Thompson and Al-Cid Margrace
Content: Everything going on has poor Millie confused, so she goes to Al-Cid to talk. Poor girl doesn't know what she's getting into
Setting: Al-Cid's cabin
Time: After the Doma news, likely around evening
Warnings: Cute? Sad Millie? Al-Cid?

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[a_playboy]

Upon hearing the knock, he stood up from the chair and walked towards the door with a bright smile upon his face. Al-Cid knew that the last few days have been rather trying for them both but poor Millie seemed rather saddened today because of today's latest news. The gentle giant is more like a delicate flower in the disguise, a young woman who still holds the innocence of a little girl. It somewhat confused Margrace to meet such a person upon a military vessel but there she was, Millie, standing right before him with such a melancholy expression upon her pretty face. To see the bubbly saleswoman in such a morbid state honestly tugged at his heart a little

[peoplenpudding]

Millie let Al-Cid lead her into his cabin. It was much larger than her tiny room, and the decor was more lavish. Even the chair was incredibly soft. Then again, he was a prince. Or something.

"Thank you for letting me come, Mr. Margrace," Millie murmured. "I'm sorry for being such a raincloud lately, but all these talk of poisoning and people deserving abuse like this is just making me really down." She took a sip of the tea. Oh, chamomile.

[a_playboy]

"No need to apologize, my dear. Anyone with a sensible mind would be a little despondent as of late." He replied smoothly as he took his seat across the table from Millie. Al-Cid watched her for a moment as she took a small sip of the tea, grinning to himself that it seems that she does like chamomile after all. He was mildly worried that she would find the mild fragrance of the tea to be slightly offensive but so far, Millie seemed to be enjoying it.

[peoplenpudding]

"Then why are some people glad those pirates are getting all this flack from the paper?" Millie asked, a little desperate. "I'm not overly fond of pirates, but that's still wrong!" She took another sip of the tea. It was helping to calm her down.