[Sebastian spends most of his days in transit now. It is expected that he, as a butler, remain on his feet and in motion: serving meals and drink, keeping track of the under-servants, often cooking, sometimes cleaning. But strictly speaking, a butler only manages one household; add anything else to his expansive list of duties and a human would collapse or turn to drink - or both, but probably not in that order
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she weaves through the people in the park, sliding through places to hide, and when the safety settles after some moments, she notices the lake (or is it a pond?). after all that running, it should be time for a meal. trot trot trot on over.
she stops in front a ginger-haired woman in blue, who raises an eyebrow slightly. seriously, why do animals insist on gathering around her? fine, when she isn't corporeal, she is a natural presence that doesn't incite fear. she understands that. but when she isn't? insert (bah) plurk emote.]
[Brazen hussy, going after someone else aside from him! Not that Sebastian can really complain, he's far from monogamous in his habits, but now all hope of stealing a clandestine moment is lost, and he's just a butler following a cat into a park. Except turning around and leaving would also look strange, so he continues on, toward the cat and also the woman.
But wait, this woman. What is she? Not human. And not even... really alive. How strange... and appetising. A soul just... out there, begging to be devoured. Not that he would act on such an impulse. He's far too disciplined for that. But just because one is on a diet doesn't mean he can't look at the menu.
Sebastian returns his attention to the cat as he approaches.]
Excuse me, Miss... is she yours?
[He hopes not. He might have a chance to make off with her if she isn't.]
[she is very delicious! you may even say she tastes...heavenly.]
She is not.
[shirley turns her head to look at him, checking for annalee. she is climbing a tree, but shirley's cloak is missing. bothersome. it better not be dirty, child. meanwhile, the cat is distracted, eyeing some poor fish in the water. preparing to pounce...]
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she weaves through the people in the park, sliding through places to hide, and when the safety settles after some moments, she notices the lake (or is it a pond?). after all that running, it should be time for a meal. trot trot trot on over.
she stops in front a ginger-haired woman in blue, who raises an eyebrow slightly. seriously, why do animals insist on gathering around her? fine, when she isn't corporeal, she is a natural presence that doesn't incite fear. she understands that. but when she isn't? insert (bah) plurk emote.]
Don't you look worse for wear.
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But wait, this woman. What is she? Not human. And not even... really alive. How strange... and appetising. A soul just... out there, begging to be devoured. Not that he would act on such an impulse. He's far too disciplined for that. But just because one is on a diet doesn't mean he can't look at the menu.
Sebastian returns his attention to the cat as he approaches.]
Excuse me, Miss... is she yours?
[He hopes not. He might have a chance to make off with her if she isn't.]
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She is not.
[shirley turns her head to look at him, checking for annalee. she is climbing a tree, but shirley's cloak is missing. bothersome. it better not be dirty, child. meanwhile, the cat is distracted, eyeing some poor fish in the water. preparing to pounce...]
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