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[as_you_command]

Whomever decided that it would be a fun prank to steal my clothes in the night and leave me with such a ridiculous costume, let it be known-- [ A deep breath, as he attempts to calm down, but it doesn't work so well. Someone hasn't even had tea yet. ] I am not amused

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[knightmare_hime]

[Not looking at the video feed of him yet.]

You can refuse to wear it, you know.

[as_you_command]

[ She had managed to turn that question around on him so smoothly that he had no time to prepare. At first, he only acknowledges that she had asked him something at all with the creasing of his brow and another clearing of his throat.

Now he really needed that tea, but it would have to wait. ]

If there will be many late-comers, preparations needed to be made. [ Back-pedaling smoothly, he continues. ] I merely wished to know if you had information that there will be many more attending toward the end of the dinner period.

[knightmare_hime]

Ah, that...

[Any trace of nervousness disappears in that instant. Of course his concern was for the festival; not for her. She isn't surprised by his admission, and refuses to let herself feel disappointed. It's about time she got used to the changes in this man. He isn't going to revert back to the person she remembers.

She's still looking at him, her gaze even, steady, cool.] I wouldn't know. I will be attending alone.

[as_you_command]

I see. [ His reaction was quick, calm, as he managed to keep his irrational concern hidden. With a small smile, he bowed his head to the screen. ] I should finish adjusting this... costume, and get on my way. There will no doubt be other matters I can assist with before the festivities commence.

[ A momentary pause, while he considers is phrasing. His tone is soft, because there is no hiding the fact that he is glad she will attend. ] I will look for you tonight, Cornelia.

[knightmare_hime]

[The softness of his tone throws her a bit, as do his words. That he will be looking for her... She shouldn't think too much into his wording, especially when he has just dismissed her again. The only change in her expression is perhaps her mouth, which tightens slightly, and after a moment of silence, she nods her head, eyes drifting away.]

I wish you luck with that. Your attire, that is.

[And she hesitates, her lips poised as if she might say more. After a pause, she clears her throat and offers him another nod, this time to signify that she is disconnecting. And the feed cuts out.]