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[senseandcecilbility]

Who: William (notsolomon ), Kevin (senseandcecilbility ) & random visitors of any kind! Debt collectors not allowed.
When: 2/13 ~2/14 (during the effect event to right before the Nexus Code event).
Where The Twining Manor. They wish! No, it's just their little pseudo-Victorian apartment.
What: An amnesic aristocrat and his exhausted butler. Enjoy? 
Rating/Warning: None so far.

[The usually clean and cosy Twining household is in a state of disarray. Books are out of their shelves, unwashed coffee and tea cups are spread everywhere. There are even particularly dangerous sigils scattered on the floor. In the kitchen, dinner met a tragic end and sits quite carbonized on the counter, waiting patiently for the last rites that will never come, since the resident house servant and priest is occupied elsewhere. 

Like the rest of the apartment, the living room is the result of William and Kevin's combined efforts to create something close to their Victorian tastes, in spite of their modest budgets. It seems relatively unscathed and almost tidy, and the lemony scent of cleaning products is proof enough that someone really, really tried. Too pity such valiant attempt ended up with a butler lying on the sofa, dozing off with his mouth wide open and his cravat undone in a uncharacteristic ungentlemanly fashion. Since reaching for a pillow was too much effort, he is currently resting his tired head on top of a particular useful schoolbook on quantum physics, which he will most certainly return to its shelf.

Later.]

Comments

[notsolomon]

[He starts at what he's hearing, just a little disturbed. But well, that would explain certain blackouts, wouldn't it?]

...that would be quite bothersome, wouldn't it? Though it does explain one or two things. Does he cavort about as me often?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Kevin leans forward and whispers, as if he too were afraid mentioning Solomon would attract him.]

...At least three times since the demons came back.

[All right, so the third time was entirely Kevin's own doing, but there were attenuating circumstances. No need to trouble young master with that too.]

[notsolomon]

[He leans back because Sir, you are too close. And he thinks about what was said.

Because it would explain a few small gaps, though it doesn't explain any of the large ones he's experiencing right now.]

Is there a way to make him stop? Because I do not need anything that troublesome happening to me.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Does that mean they won't be sleeping together tonight? How distressing!]

I do not know, sir. I wish I did. You, after all, share the same soul.

[Probably one of the most precious souls that ever was, and one of the trickiest.]

[notsolomon]

[That is the least distressing part of this whole situation.]

So in other words, I am stuck with this... affliction. Just what I need.

[His mood has gone from stressed agitation to something more bitter and sour. What a mess his life is.]

[senseandcecilbility]

Mm...it is not as bad as it seems. [He adds, with nothing but canine faith:] As expected from young master, you can overcome the most difficult challenges!

[And since he can't see Master William grumpy for too long, he says with a slightly teasing smile:]

Though I bet strawberry shortcakes would make this whole situation slightly easier to bear.

[notsolomon]

Actually, I do believe it is pretty horrible. I might as well be insane.

[This guy is taking all of this far too easily. It's almost more off putting than if Kevin had actually lot his temper right back at William. He could handle it when people fought him back, even if they managed to lay a low blow. Positivity and kindness was far more distressing.]

Cake?

[And he was just now realizing that he was hungry. Stress and a lack of good will towards the world apparently gnawed at one's stomach.]

...fine, but do not think you can bribe me.

[He was not going to allow himself to be mollified by this of course.]

[senseandcecilbility]

That would never cross my mind, sir. [ He says, though he sounds somewhat amused. Kevin knows the way to his young master's heart. He seems, actually, very pleased to be able to offer him any sort of comfort.] Young master is impervious to both bribery and mental disease.

[And if Ceres doesn't fix him soon, he will burn the whole damn city to the ground.

Murderous thoughts aside, it's time to fetch that cake!]

[notsolomon]

Of course I am. Possession aside.

[This is far too easy. There has to be a catch. What if it's poisoned?

But the possibility of poisoning has never stopped him from eating food made by supernatural creatures before, now has it?

Sighing, William leans back in the chair, stretching out his legs, hand resting on his face.]

What a nightmare. Why me? Of all people.

[senseandcecilbility]

Young master, you are special beyond words. You are...[Special to me, he would have said, but thinks that would not go well at this point. ] Sometimes, special humans have a hard time, because they attract all sorts of unwanted attention from weirdoes.

Though do not fear, I shall never let them harm you.

[notsolomon]

I do not believe you should be speaking of weirdos.

[The moment he gets the cake though, William just looks at it, because he still has some doubts.]

...never? Hmmmph.

[Those words resonate with him, for some reason. He shakes his head and then just gingerly takes a bit of the cake.

Oh blast it all. It's really good. Why is it good?]

...do not think you have won me over by the way. I just prefer to not cook.

[That's a very very indirect "I am not going to run away in the middle of the night/report you to the police" promise.]