[She's practically spent the whole day just lying there with the dreamberry pressed to her ear out of sheer boredom. Who knew there were so many drawbacks to being blind? She's never experienced such boredom before, and she doesn't know what to do. That... and the dark is... cold. Barren. And if she stares into it any longer, she's afraid it's going to start staring back. :/ So she's been stalking the dreamberry and calling back people at random intervals whenever she feels like there's something interesting and potentially distraction material.
She, of course, listens to this broadcast with interest (no way to tell if it's a dream or not, you understand), and when she realizes that it's a conversation, and that extremely familiar voice (that, and the crunch of the sucker helps), she presses the dial button on a whim.]
[Not that she can see, or anything, but she can hear the candy wrapper unwrapping, and it's already starting to piss her off.]
... Of course not. I mean, you might be a servant, but nobody likes a mouthy servant. And you're damn mouthy, at least around people like me. Which means you're pretty opinionated. Which means either this Lady Sharon, whatever, thinks that your ramblings are amusing, or you just know when to hold your tongue around her.
Doubt you'd stick around with a woman who never takes you seriously unless she can hold her own and you respect, and doubt you'd hold your tongue around someone for their sake unless you've got a pretty good reason to. So she's got to have some traits that impressed you, right?
On the right track, but on the wrong train? Hm, didn't expect to hit the mark, even. I'll take what I said back about you being a horrible servant, by the way. You'd probably only switch the blinkers if she's wasn't the one who's going to use the thing.
She, of course, listens to this broadcast with interest (no way to tell if it's a dream or not, you understand), and when she realizes that it's a conversation, and that extremely familiar voice (that, and the crunch of the sucker helps), she presses the dial button on a whim.]
... So who's Sharon? Your wife, or something?
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Ah~ And why not?
I am merely a servant, correct?
[Even if she's right. :| He's not going to tell her that unless he has no other choice, though.]
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No?
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... Of course not. I mean, you might be a servant, but nobody likes a mouthy servant. And you're damn mouthy, at least around people like me. Which means you're pretty opinionated. Which means either this Lady Sharon, whatever, thinks that your ramblings are amusing, or you just know when to hold your tongue around her.
Doubt you'd stick around with a woman who never takes you seriously unless she can hold her own and you respect, and doubt you'd hold your tongue around someone for their sake unless you've got a pretty good reason to. So she's got to have some traits that impressed you, right?
How am I doing?
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Hm~
You are not too far off. Well done, Rita.
Even if you are mostly incorrect~.
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... Well, what did I get right?
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Hmm...
Well, as I have said before, I certainly respect Lady Sharon. And she...tolerates me~
[Not exactly true, but shhhh.]
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... Figures you'd be leaving something important out.
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[Candy candy candy~]
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[You're making her want candy too damn you /sob]
... Are you actually loyal towards her? Just out of curiosity.
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And hey, a question he's willing to answer, and very sincerely.]
Yes.
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... Heh.
[Okay. Now she's surprised. And curious. But an answer like that deserves some reprieve.]
... You're weird.
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And that's nice of you, though if we don't want to answer it, we'll just deflect the question.]
Am I? And here I thought that it was normal for a servant to loyal to his Lord or Lady~
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