[giving up my heeeeart~]

[dieinnafire]

[gestures]
That would be the Marchioness. Distinctive, wouldn't you say?

Comments

[astalavampire]

[sits down, just. staring at the heart. SHE'S A LITTLE TENSE.]

[voodoochef]

Ah, I hate to interrupt ...

[astalavampire]

[starts, looking up sharply]

...Ah. Minagawa.

[has no idea how the hell to explain the heart currently bleeding all over the table and ruining her book]

[voodoochef]

I can see that this is a bad time, and for that I apologise. It's just ... Sukekiyo has been eyeing that heart.

[astalavampire]

[blinks. looks at the heart. looks at Minagawa.]

....You. Want the heart?

[voodoochef]

It seems to be causing you some inconvenience as it is.

[astalavampire]

Evidently it was a joke. Sukekiyo can have it.

[voodoochef]

Ah.

*Taking the heart away then. When he returns, he has a cleaning cloth and a tea tray.*

[astalavampire]

...I apologize for the mess.

[voodoochef]

This is hardly your fault.

I know you haven't yet finished your glass there ... *nodding to the wine-glass full of incriminatingly red liquid!* ... but I took the liberty of preparing you some tea.

[astalavampire]

[looks at the mess, then quirks an eyebrow at him]

You're taking this very well. I thought Terran were more squeamish than this.

[voodoochef]

I suppose if it were my heart, I would be more concerned.

[astalavampire]

If it were your heart, you'd be too dead to be concerned with anything.

[voodoochef]

That is a good point.

Do you take milk?

[astalavampire]

No, I don't.

...Thanks.

[voodoochef]

Think nothing of it.

*tea!*