"Calling yourself a servant is a little extreme, isn't it? I only needed a dental assistant. But you reapers are the dramatic types," Dan muttered with an eye roll. That was all he got out of him, though, besides a name. Julian was very... evasive. He avoided every single question the angel asked, and barely made eye contact. It was irritating. You'd think someone claiming to be a servant would be obedient enough to answer some questions!
Dan looked back into his workstation, where a person waited anxiously for him. "They're getting a root canal. Don't touch any of the tools or the teeth. Having a reaper work on you can be scary. It scares even me. I'll leave you with the anesthesia. That should be easy enough, right? Kind of like one of those mirror tricks you reapers do? Just... don't go giving them an existential crisis in the middle of the procedure. You ever feel a root canal? I helped create the procedure, that should tell you enough."
(why am i IC lmao )
The OC above lost a bet and is now your servant for the day. What would you have them do? Embarrass them in public? Make them do your homework?
...or maybe you're just a big sweetheart who lets them relax in your house and hang out with you for the day.
-[A little rule change :3] there's nothing wrong with writing shorter responses, but it may be interesting if you wrote why your character decided to order the one above to do certain chores
-You may post after every 3 posts, unless 24 hours have passed.
-If you feel the absolute need to censor, please do so.
First person gets a free reply!
Matcha stared at the human, slightly tilting his head. Something about this arrangement felt...off, at least to him. A dentist and a barista would be one of the least unlikely types of pair.
"Oh! About time! Good afternoon, Mr. Test!" Matcha cheerfully greeted, tapping his fingers on the counter.
"Or should I call you Dan? Eh, whatever!" After Matcha questioned himself, he picked up the cup and smiled.
"You wanna do cold drinks? It's really fun!" Matcha grinned as he pushed a cup over to Dan.
"So, you're a dentist, right? You picked the right job." Matcha blinked slowly before turning away. "Doctors are pretty...controversial...here. They've been given a pretty bad rep. Heck, some may consider folks like you...You know what? Let's talk about something else!" Matcha whipped his head around and blinked rapidly.
"So, what even got you working over here? Or in your dentist business? Don't get me wrong, I enjoy your company. I just wanna get to know you a lil'—Oop, watch the cup, dude! It's spilling a bit!"
Skinner looked down at the dog, then over his shoulder - to see if his young wife was beholding the same weird sight that the man was currently undergoing. He rubbed his eye for what seemed like the third time before coughing into his sleeve and giving the canine an earnest yet still tense grin.
"Well, you came to the right place, if you're working for a day, and only a day," he teased with a small chuckle, "I... I don't really like calling the people who work under me as servants, though..." Ever so slightly, his smile faltered as he held the contract in his hands, then deftly stuffed it into his pocket so that he could wring his hands together more freely. Adieu, any hope of an easy tenure if the ink turned out to be smudged by his wide-as-fuck fingers. "... It's a little patronizing, don't you think? And besides, I pay people who work for me. Real servants don't normally get that type of luxury."
Though... Now that he pondered about it for a bit, he did question whether paying the canine for his work was really necessary. Skinner really didn't mean to sound rude there, but... It was just for a day, right? He could be spending that money for other things, like more resources to help him better take care of his bugs, fossils for his wife, or-
"Oh! I'm sorry! I got distracted there for a second!" exclaimed a wide-eyed Skinner as his eyes suddenly focused back onto the dog. His smile grew sheepish as he coughed into his sleeve and kicked at the concrete beneath his doorway. "But either way, you're... You're a barista, right? Or one of those people who makes drinks, from what I read on the contract..."
He paused for a second, if only so he could scratch at his chin and properly come up with what the dog should do. During that interim, he froze at least once - because he had thought about the possibility of shedding, and though said canine looked quite polite, he was sure that his wife wasn't too fond of a "random" guest in their house potentially tarnishing her possessions. Besides, Skinner was aware that he was already in hot water with her, though that was... Kind of a given due to their dynamic! Wonder why!
Either way, he really, really didn't want to subject this fellow to the same fate as himself. They both wore leather pants, anyway, so that was enough solidarity there.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Skinner suggested, "How about you... You clean down the kitchen and dining room for today? That's all, really. But go make yourself, myself, and my wife a drink first, yes?" He tilted his head as his grin started to regain its former bright energy. "I heard that you're quite adept at that sort of thing, and I want to see that for myself, at the very least." Besides, he added to himself in the back of his mind, my wife could always use some people to open up her eyes for her. What, through caffeine? No way, old man.
oh worm.... necromancy?? on my feed?? hell yea....
time for... a follow-up....
The feeling that Brown had engaged in the bet - then deliberately lost - just to get rid of him gnawed at Skinner's stomach, but it sure didn't affect his visible demeanor as he eyed the other party with his usual grin. Mostly. There was the fact that his grin didn't really reach his eyes, as well as the occasional twitch at their edges, but...
At least he could frame it as a way to gain more experience outside of the aristocratic sphere?
The middle-aged man held his breath before replying, "Oh, of course!", with an obvious ring in his tone. Want to know why? Like his "employer" for the day, Skinner also found the idea of calling anyone a "servant" or "boss" a bit disrespectful, though he did sometimes revert to such vocabulary around his contemporaries so that he could fit in better. Yikes. But right now, there wasn't anyone here to judge him for that (hell, the "employer" in question sympathized with his beliefs), so... Why not?
He looked down at the papers the other party presented to him before... Grimacing, ever so slightly. So much for this shift being easy, then!
The task at hand reminded Skinner of the organizing that he sometimes had to do when his wife was gone, and - goodness - was that tedious to deal with. Everything, after a bit, appeared the same to him, and papers especially fell under that principle. All he wanted to do was somehow wriggle his way out of it... Maybe he could use his little solidarity to gain an advantage?
"I suppose I can," replied Skinner with a chuckle, though such a gesture was admittedly a little forced. Hopefully that wasn't too obvious. "But... If it's the only thing I have to do," he added with a more genuine inflection, "then I can do it." Sure. Back at home, he usually cosigned such a task to his wife, but she was nowhere at the moment; and, if she was, she was going to kick his ass for being "a lazy bitch" (in her words, obviously).
So, he got to work, though at some point, his effort started to slack. Guess when that point was?
Either way, even if Skinner just had to do one task, there remained the fact that the man wasn't a fan of organizing things, nor was he particularly adept at it. His wife existed for- Okay, no. But that asides, Skinner did sort of consider it a necessary evil... If he could get through this shift without Brown kicking his ass when he returned home, then he'd be just fine. He just wished that someone else was doing this type of work, since he still thought it didn't befit him very well.
And, again, his mind danced with the idea that Brown chose this type of task to punish him... But for what? Now that evaded Skinner's comprehension, much to his frustration, as his hands started to tighten their grip on the papers.
"A lighthouse keeper, huh? That's pretty cool." The maned wolf nods and half-shrugs. Poe and the Captain are standing inside the lighthouse tower itself; in spite of the height, Poe still slouches. He's not much taller than the Captain himself, so he should have plenty of room, but perhaps its just his inherent awkwardness.
"My family used to go down the shore a couple of summers back when I was a kid. I think we only visited the lighthouses down there once or twice? Um, still, I saw them at a distance, and they were pretty cool." His eyes take on a gleam, "And you hear so many stories of like 'haunted lighthouses' or whatever too, y'know? Like I could imagine it's a pretty spooky job, being out here all alone, in storms and stuff. But I think I could handle it; I don't mind that kind of stuff, and I'm pretty decent with machinery."
He smiles, friendly and warm, if only falteringly, in spite of his fangs. "So, would you mind showing me the ropes?"
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"Hmm, something fun..." The maned wolf thinks to himself for a moment. What could he do that a 16-year-old girl, let alone one with super powers, would find fun? Given that, most days, he just does chores or his passionless job to make ends meet, that's pretty boring. Oh wait, hadn't his housemate mentioned...?
He snaps his fingers, "Oh, I've got it! Do you like roller coasters? There's this theme park like an hour away that I've been wanting to check out. They've got a couple of really cool-looking coasters, and I've heard their strawberry funnel cake is fantastic."
Internally, he's doing the math of how much two theme park tickets would cost and wincing, but he'd never let Serenity know that. He lost that bet fair and square, and he guesses that's the price he's paying for it.
Still, if he has to have a little fun, well, what's the harm in that?
"Well, I guess you are stuck with me today. So, what you want to do?"
"Why ask me? I lost the bet."
"Because, I thought we could hang out and do something fun!"
Being a prince, En had no concept of money. When people discussed having troubles buying something they wanted, he always replied with a confused expression. Couldn't they just ask their parents for more money?
But, having once being exiled and with no way to communicate with his family any longer (what was left of them, at least), he realized that money was, in fact, a finite resource. So he figured he would hire a few more servants and try to spread the wealth!
The first person he got, to his surprise, wasn't human! He was a wolf! But he stood and acted like a regular person! It took En a while to get over the initial shock of it all, but Poe was a very nice person. Despite his entire body being covered in fur, there was surprisingly a small amount of fur around the places he cleaned. Plus, Poe was cool! He showed En some pictures of cars, all which were neat but nothing he could understand at the wolf's level.
The best part, however, was when he learned about Poe's drum set and keyboard. "Wow! You're a musician too!" the prince gaped before beaming at him. "Do you think you could teach me some things? I've never been good at music, but if you have TWO instruments then you've GOT to be great! I-I'll pay you double if you can teach me! In fact, you could be a music teacher instead!"
The next person was a young girl named Serenity. Where Poe was kind, she was very snappy and harsh, though it seemed that she would adjust her anger depending on how harsh she felt she was. En wasn't as bothered by it as he normally would have been; traveling with two people with attitudes like that helped him build a tolerance. Still, he was surprised. The parents that he spoke to didn't really regard her that much, if at all. He could understand that feeling, remembering his people staring at him coldly and shunning him. If he had to live with that everyday, he'd probably have the same attitude.
"Umm," En scratched his head. "This place is already clean as is. Is there anything you want to do for fun?" When asked what he himself did for fun, he tapped on his chin. "Uhh, I like practicing my sword fighting..." He suddenly perked. "Oh! Why don't I show you that? My swords are really cool, I can even make fireworks with them!"
Noel made up his mind that if En were to continue visiting, then he was going to make himself useful around the house. The older man thought it would have been more peaceful living out in the overgrown forests and high mountains of the West Province, and so there wouldn't have been much to do, but goddamn it, he was wrong.
Though he absolutely refused to breathe a word of this to his guest, he fretted each day that his daughter ventured away from the house. If the soldiers didn't find her, then the natives would, and if the natives didn't, then a pack of feral dogs would. And, the worst part about living here was that the house was filthy. He tried to tidy up, but some grime on the old floorboards simply wouldn't clean.
So, here they both were. Noel gazed outside the window, a pit formed in his stomach as he searched the forest outside.
"No muffins today." he droned out, "I don't have the time..." He turned to look back at the prince, and then sighed. He didn't really feel bad that the kid came out all this way for seemingly nothing. That was his choice.
"Maribelle hasn't come home yet. She likes to go out and walk through the woods and rocks, but... Fucking damn it, she needs to fucking wait for me." He rubbed the side of his face, before stepping away, towards the crossbow sitting out on the floor. He hoisted it up, and then proceeded to search for the case of bolts.
"Just get your ass moving, alright? There's a lot you can do out here, or in here, whichever." He gritted his teeth as he stared at the floor. "Either come with me to go find her, or clean all the shit in here up... The floors, the fireplace... The entire damn upstairs, too. I've never gotten around to do that. No matter what way you help me, I'll make you a sandwich or something when I get back."
It was a sad thought. The downstairs was cleaner than the upstairs.
noel is convinced that fitzgerald is the reason he is depressed
Noel realized too late who he was coming to work for. The sparrow boy, the short one with that puffed up chest and pompous manner of speech. He already knew he was to perform his duties alongside-- the sparkly kitsune who now stood next to him, chilling out like it was her last day on earth, and there wasn't anything major about dying, right? So, yeah, she was relaxing. The old man, however, let his expression fall as soon as he saw who entered the room.
Maybe he should have had a shot of rum before he left the cabin.
Though, it wasn't like taking orders from proud men was unfamiliar to him. He actually preferred Fitzgerald to some alternatives he could think of. Like his nephew! Or the younger man's parents! Both were genuinely horrific outcomes, but he tried not to think of them. He just couldn't believe this was happening, but it wasn't the worst thing to ever happen to him, surely. So, when he was given his orders, he didn't bark back, because heavy-lifting was also the least he could do. Though, he did raise a brow at the command thrown at Seshi. He looked over at her for a moment, and then scoffed.
"Understood." he uttered, "Heavy-lifting. It'll be done."
Noel then glanced over to the box Fitzgerald had pulled out from the desk. It didn't seem too difficult to manage. The younger party was out of shape, wasn't he? He flashed a look over to him, lip curled.
"Are you sure that the homeowner will agree with your taste in... aesthetics?" he asked, "Do tell me you got written permission before she starts working with you on this sort of thing."
Shut up old man. Get to that lifting shit.
"And," he uttered, "Maybe you should let me know where to put these things before I lay one of them down in a full basin."
(@Vapor) - fjhvgdfuhvsfdv oh god.... that's a huge rip for Noel tbh..... it's okay though; he can lift, and then fight the shit out of Fitzgerald if the latter is too much of a brat for him to tolerate.
Clasping his hands together, Fitzgerald eyed both parties with a stupidly obnoxious grin as he proclaimed, "Two servants! Holy shit! I think I'll love the idea of this!" He stuffed his hands in his pockets and let out a haughty laugh as he approached each of them - one at a time.
The first servant of the day didn't seem all that intimidating, asides from the fact that she had four tails and was... Pink. Fitzgerald always thought pink was a bit of a shitty color, which was why if he was offered Neapolitan ice cream, he'd be a coward and skip the strawberry portion of it. This was especially true if it was bubblegum pink, the unfortunate shade that the other party happened to be in. But nonetheless, she seemed composed - albeit a bit nervous to work - and that was tolerable in the aristocrat's eyes.
On the other hand, the second servant of the day... Fitzgerald couldn't help but freeze when he gazed up at the older man, because holy fuck were their previous encounters... Bad. Already, the young man couldn't help but feel a slight discomfort in his arms and chest, the same area where the elder had almost crushed him like a sparrow all that time ago. The aristocrat squinted in what seemed like a lame attempt to read the older man's expression, but he gave up after approximately three seconds and just... Waved his hand, and turned his back to his temporary servants- Helpers. Don't be fucking rude?
"I already read your stupid contracts," he scoffed to both of them, "so don't even try lecturing me about the technical shit. I know that it'll last for a day - and a day only. I know that I can make you two do whatever I want during that interim, and there's nothing you can do about it." He was careful to especially direct the last few words at the older man, whom he also delivered a shit-eating grin to as some twisted form of petty vengeance. "So, you better get used to this voice of mine right now, because that's all you'll be hearing until the first crack of tomorrow. And it's only morning right now, really! So it's a lot of time, haha!" And with that, Fitzgerald skipped off to a nearby desk to pull out a box of scientific equipment. A big box of scientific equipment, to be precise.
Actually, it wasn't even that big. But Fitzgerald was a lazy bitch, and he ensured that was made clear by the copious amount of cursing he emitted after pulling out the box and brushing the dust off his coat and pants.
"You," the young man proclaimed while pointing at the older man, "You get to do the heavy-lifting bullshit. You can take the equipment out of the box and into their proper places. I'll let you know where to put them, so don't worry about that. Let me just deal with the other party first..." So, Fitzgerald now turned to the neko-kitsune hybrid with hands folded neatly into a steeple - though that dignified posture did little to hide the sneer still present on Fitzgerald's face. "You, on the other hand..." he told her, "You get to help me spruce up the house. It's not even mine, but I don't care. It looks like shit. So I'm going to do the owner a favor and renovate it a bit, and you can help me with that. I, in fact, have a shopping list that might be helpful at this very moment..."
Gee, in that moment, Fitzgerald did sound like he could genuinely lead two servants without coming off as overly bossy, or just a prick. However, reality was a bitch, and that dictated that with this combination, a mutiny was the most likely outcome.
this is.... surprisingly sweet..... let Fitzgerald be with the animals..... here's a follow-up...
Desperate times tended to call for desperate measures, and one of them just so happened to be gambling- Woah there. Wait a minute.
How did the aristocrat, always so protective over his funds, suddenly think that taking a risk with his assets was suddenly a good idea? Well, perhaps the reasoning had something to do with hubris...
"He never told me this shit doesn't work all the time," spat Fitzgerald as he glared at the crow's beak, with all those intricate cravings that Roswell had told him was related to esotericism - or whatever the hell that was. The youth was arguably still a bit skeptical about whether such luck-increasing properties really existed, or if they were just part of a conniving arsenal meant to garner the thief some extra coins. It worked either way, but it was still a blow to Fitzgerald's psyche. He tried to reassure himself through the fact that it was his parents' money he was technically gambling away, but... When he was set to inherit their property when they died...
... It didn't make anything better!
His misery was only exacerbated when he heard a somewhat familiar woman's voice ringing in his ear, as well as the presence of someone next to him. Thinking the two were one and the same, the youth rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"I'm not in the fucking mood to remember that type of shit," he told her with a huff, "Besides, I need to get asked some questions, or some shit like that... I have to prepare myself, lest I make myself look more like a fool than I already am." Nevertheless, his thumb rubbed against the nasal bridge of the beak, as if he needed to fidget with something or else he'd lash out even more.
That, however, was said a bit too soon, for the woman's next questions immediately caused the youth to perk up, his scowl being replaced by a more curious - perhaps confused - pout than anything else.
"Um, yes?" he answered with a near scoff as he ran his fingers through his hair, "I made them the subject of my research for a reason, you know. Plants are okay, but I prefer animals-" But before he could continue, the girl seemed dedicated to showing off her collection of pets to the man, which... Oddly enough... Fitzgerald didn't mind too much. He regarded the first animal presented to him, a rabbit, with the utmost curiosity; hell, he even considered reaching a hand out to pet its forehead, before wincing and keeping his hand back - just in case it was somehow construed as rude.
The arrival of the crow made Fitzgerald raise his brow and hide the beak in his pocket, for whatever reason. He didn't think corvids were sapient for whatever reason, but just in case. He barely listened to the woman's instructions yet seemed relieved that much of them seemed... Simple. Sure. Simple. Mostly because Fitzgerald was such a sheltered brat that anything beyond the most basic of tasks would cause him to whine like a little bitch. So, he complied with some reluctance as he dispensed the feed into the bowl.
He couldn't even check to see whether it reached the halfway level before being whisked over to the next room, where a goldfish was kept. In a bowl. Fitzgerald immediately winced and took a few hesitant steps towards it, before giving the glass a gentle tap.
"Huh," he remarked with a sniff before looking back over at the woman, "You sure the fish is okay in there? Goldfish need the mental stimulation sometimes, too." Fitzgerald rubbed the back of his neck before jumping when he heard a knock on the door. There, waiting outside for him, was the arbiter.
Like a frightened dog, Fitzgerald backed up with hunched shoulders, the woman instead greeting the arbiter. Thank fucking goodness. She seemed to tell the other man that Fitzgerald should probably stay at her home for a bit longer, and though the youth didn't say anything... He did agree with the idea. After all, in his mind, a quaint house full of animals was infinitely superior to the office he was stuck in for the sake of that interrogation.
The very concept of having a servant unsettled Aureum down to his core, but the incubus did his best to shove it down. After all, it was only for a day, and it was better that she lost a bet with him than a demon with more sinister intentions. He extended one of his hands to Robin, his larger pair kept concealed underneath his cloak. "Come along now," he spoke softly as he took her hand and led her down the halls of the council. "I don't have much of a need for a servant, but I'm sure we can find something for you to do."
As the demon walked alongside the woman, he offered her a slight smile. "I heard you like animals, is that right?" He chuckled before continuing. "I've got a pet cat myself, you'll meet him probably. He likes to watch me work." Perhaps he could have her give Patches a bath. Though the cat wasn't particularly messy, so perhaps not. The demon hummed to himself for a moment longer as they reached the end of the hall. "Ah, that's it!"
Aureum opened the door to the courtyard, leading Robin outside and into the garden. It was filled with all sorts of exotic plants and flowers, and some that seemingly should have been out of season. The demon released her hand and beckoned for her to follow him.
"You're going to be helping me in the garden today, Miss Robin. It takes a lot of work to keep it like this and it'll be nice to have someone else to assist for once." This wouldn't be too bad...
(i got ninja'd but i'll just keep my orig post for Robin anyway! ;v;)
(excuse me if my writing is janky, im a little rusty qvq)
"Ehh, I didn't think you would actually take the bet seriously just because I beat you in a game of rock-paper-scissors," Konnie furrows his brows, raising a hand to awkwardly scratch at his neck. "You must be a really honest person," he mumbles, as his eyes are flying around in all directions except for Robin, trying to think of something to do.
He did win, yes, which he was overjoyed at, but now he had a... Servant? For the day?
"Umm, is there anything you're good at?" Konnie asks, albeit a little bluntly. To be honest, Konnie was more used to being the servant in any scenario, since he was a servant android assigned to be a babysitter and all, and despite all of his experience, his mind was drawing a blank. Anything physical or involving the outdoors just seems to... Harsh, for her? Robin looks so delicate and dainty, something that Konnie wasn't used to, and he just felt mean if he assigned anything that resembled labor to her. Maybe if she could help him babysit the kids.... Wait...
Hell, Konnie totally forgot today was his job to pick up the kids from school! He lets out a swear in the form of a squawk, as he jerks upwards, slapping a fist against his open palm.
"Aaaah, I forgot, I forgot to pick them up!" he wails, though more to himself than Robin. "I'm gonna get in so much trouble, aaargh, and I was gonna stream today, too!"
At that, he stops, blinking at Robin, who's still standing in front of him, oblivious to the hectic scrambling that is his mind.
Maybe he came up with an idea for her after all.
"Y'know what, Robin, are you good with computers? Because I reaaaally need help with something, actually!" he crows cheerfully, reaching out to grasp her by the wrist and tug her into the house. "Come on, I'll show ya my room! It's super cool, and I've got a super important task for you!"
He runs along the hallway, Robin in tow, up the staircase and through a modest wooden door that reveals a room that looks just as bright as Konnie himself, splashed with neon decorations and covered in washi tape, polaroids, and stickers. On the desk sits a desktop PC, quietly whirring in the background as Konnie gestures towards it.
"Okay, you're going to be my opening act for my stream today, since I have to pick up the kids!" he declares triumphantly. "Don't worry, just be yourself! Everyone would love to meet you, and I've been getting complaints that I shouldn't make it just a show about myself," Konnie adds the last part a little quietly, as he grins and scratches his cheek in slight embarrassment.
"Umm, yeah!" he flails his hands as he pulls out the plush, horridly lime green gaming chair, motioning for Robin to sit as his other hand starts clicking away at the screen. "I'll show you how it works real quick, and you can play whatever you want, then I gotta go pick up the kids! You do you, it's an easy task, I swear!"
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"Wooow, I've never met a demon before!" Konnie incorrectly states, as he marvels at Aureum. A part of him wants to reach out and touch his horns, but the smarter voice in Konnie tells him to not. "And you actually honored your bet? Maybe I've got you guys pegged wrong the whole time!" he grins cheerfully. "Well, to be honest, I thought you guys were all myths..."
"But hmm, what to do with you for today?" Konnie asks, though the question is more to himself, as he raises an eyebrow and reaches his hand up to scratch at his chin in seemingly pensive thought. "Hmm, I don't have anything to do today since the kids are out on sleepovers, and I already did all my tasks for today." Konnie trails off, his blocky tail flicking back and forth in a twitchy manner. Maybe after a few minutes, Konnie is letting out a chirp, tapping his fist against his hand in a gesture of achievement.
"Ooh, you said you like to cook, don't you?" Konnie grins, his eyes sparkling in the way that it does when he gets a 'good idea'. "We can totally cook together!"
Konnie pauses for a moment, wondering if he should say anymore, and then he decides to fess up.
"Welllll, to be exact, you'll be doing most of the cooking, since I'm kind of banned from the kitchen," he drawls, rolling his eyes. "The Omelette Incident of 20XX meant that the parents of this household put me on a permanent suspension, at least until my motor skills become more fine tuned, but they're being ridiculous!" Konnie complains, though it's more to himself now. "I have expert hand-to-eye coordination, and my ranks in all of my games prove it!"
Letting out a sigh of frustration at the memory, Konnie shakes his head and turns to Aureum again.
"But that's cool, right?" he asks. "I mean, you are my servant today, and umm... I command you to cook! Oh, while I stream you too!" he adds, with a little more excitement. "I've never done a live cooking stream before, maybe it'll be the fresh change up that I need for my viewership! Oooh, and you look so cool too, I'm sure the viewers will love you! I'll get my camera right now and start setting up, in the meantime, come on in!"
Konnie turns away from Aureum and gestures his guest/servant closer into the house, pointing out the rooms as they walk along in a mini house tour.
"And that's the kitchen, which we'll be spending alllll of today in!" he cheerfully declares as they walk by the room. "You can go ahead and make yourself familiar with uhh, all the pots and pans and stuff, I'm gonna go get my camera!"
With Aureum settled, Konnie begins picking up his pace in a light jog, as he runs further into the house and starts heading up the staircase.
"I'll just be a moment, don't worry!" his voice echoes through the house in his usual loud and boisterous voice, before a thump and following squawk echoes through the house, probably signifying that Konnie tripped on a step yet again.
(wargh i really like spaces in my writing LOL if someone does reply i'd be more than happy to type a response to that!)
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(so adorable that selene treats konnie like that child he is LOL i love it!)
"Waah, I lost!" Konnie exclaims pitifully as he watches the coin flip onto the exact opposite side that he bet on. He lets out a petty grumble, folding his arms and leaning back against his chair. "Does that really mean I have to be your servant for the day?" he asks, eyes raising back up to look at Selene.
It's not like he's going to go against her or anything, because frankly, she looked very scary, and Konnie wouldn't dare to even think about what would happen if he made her unhappy. But a servant? Maaan, he had things to do today! Nothing that he could think off of the bat, but Konnie is a very busy android, he swears!
At her words though, he does perk up, as Konnie's ears prick and his position shifts as he sits up a little.
"A flower shop?" he asks, intrigued. "I've never gone to one before, hmm," Konnie spends a hot minute in thought, before brightening up and grinning. "This'll be fun! I can take lots of pictures for everyone to see, and I'll make the best flower arrangements! Don't worry, demon lady, I won't disappoint you!"
When Selene mentions ice cream, Konnie is positively ecstatic.
"Wow, I didn't know you were so nice, even if you're making me work for you all day!" he chirps, sliding out of his seat to skip alongside Selene. "Which store are we going to? My favorite flavour is mint, what's yours?" he hums merrily as he continues to pepper Selene with questions.
At least the demoness didn't have to deal with Smithson's shitty father. Or his edgy mother-in-law. Or his obnoxious father-in-law. Basically the entire generation that preceded him, except for Smith, who actually deserved some company.
But alas, Smithson was still a poor choice to lose to in a game of cards, because he likely cheated, and he savored in that a bit too much as he leaned back against his seat with a smooth sneer plastered onto his face. In his hand was - well - his winning deck... As well as potentially some extra cards that he used to gain the upper hand, but their faces were conveniently hidden from the other party as he looked up into those fathomless eyes.
"Well... Miss, it just sort of depends on what the day calls for," he hummed with a chuckle, before brushing some dust off his cloak. Smithson, in all frankness, wasn't even that much of a gambler; he hated how much chance was involved, how much everything seemed to be determined by what appeared to be pure luck. He liked his pastimes planned and predictable, to be done with skill rather than pure chance. Adrenaline was his worst enemy, because it made his brain unable to think straight. Scoffing under his breath, the aristocrat added, "But you'll act like a typical servant, really. You'll probably clean, do some cooking... Wait, do I have a party later today? Let me check."
He lifted a finger as if he told her to wait, then moved his hand through his pocket in search of... Something, anything. Ah! He felt the familiar leather of his planner's cover after a few seconds, and he pulled it out of his pocket with too much flair. Then, the man decided to flip through the pages, until he stopped at where the most recent entry was. An uneasy pause descended as Smithson read through his notes for the day, before closing the book with a thin-lipped grin.
Oh no.
"So, as it turns out, there will be a party later on," Smithson revealed with a hum, "That's not too much of a problem, right? I mean, there's probably worse outcomes out there. Like... Magical rituals, or something like that. I wouldn't make you waste a day over that. No way..." He coughed into his sleeve before waving his hand. "You might just end up relaxing after the usual servant stuff, then. Servants don't get to attend the parties. Too much security risk, though..." The man, still grinning, scanned her appearance - from those tall horns to her somewhat imposing appearance.
"You could function as a guard for the party... Make sure nobody unwanted gets in... You know, criminals and the like. I think it's more dignified than sulking in the gardens and waiting until the chaos passes, wouldn't you agree?" Like shitty father, like shitty son.
mom said it's my turn for a follow-up. Mireille is so sweet and I'd die for her... too bad Smithson is kinda mean- :")))
While his “employer” seemed flustered by the very idea of having a servant under her command, Smithson was just pissed about being relegated to such a weak, such a lowly position. And all because of some lowly bet, the middle-aged man groveled with a scowl, One that was beyond my control! How was I supposed to know about the contract until it arrived at my doorstep!? Did someone use my name to humiliate me like this!? I’m finding out as soon as this tenure was up-
The only phrase he could utter amidst this travesty was “ugh,” for he was just… Exasperated. He wasn’t even the type to gamble, yet here he was… Bending to the will of someone whom he would’ve treated as a servant in every other circumstance. “Upper-class” his ass; he might as well be considered nothing more than a lowly animal at this point.
At least she seemed uncertain about all of this. That could make it easier for Smithson to stomach, then try negating this temporary power difference a bit…
He really didn’t need to do this. He literally just had to wait for a day to allow the tenure to expire, yet here he was, acting like a little bitch over it. Disgusting!
Smithson drew in a breath before leaning forward slightly, if only so he could hear her speak more clearly. Goodness, was her voice so quiet! It was like a mumble, and that was saying something considering how low the middle-aged aristocrat’s voice was… He narrowed his eyes at her for a second as he picked up certain terms- Wait, no, that was just the formality. “Good evening.” He sure as hell hoped that implied the tenure was going to be short; it was just a few minutes in, yet he was already acting antsy and angsty. Great!
“You too, and me neither,” he sighed, “I’m assuming you won a bet against someone, and they threw me under the bus for laughs.” Yet if she asked whom specifically, Smithson wouldn’t be able to answer. How convenient! Ignorance did kind of suck sometimes, as a treat. “It’s not a funny joke, either way. I should really be at a political meeting right now. My absence could damage my reputation, or the effectiveness of the legislation we plan to implement. It’s disheartening, really…”
And yet he was a man of his word…
He delivered a sharp nod when she stated that she was in no position to give him orders, then drew back. It struck him as a “duh!” moment while he crossed his arms and tapped his foot against the floor. Smithson could only watch as she thought to herself for a bit, then pulled out some packets of what appeared to be flower seeds. Huh.
That seems pretty tame.
Feeling the packaging between his fingers, Smithson eyed the packs before nodding at her, even if… Admittedly, he kind of sucked with color coordination and the like. There was a reason why he hired people for renovation and interior design, after all… Maybe this would kick him in the ass more than he expected!
“It depends on which color you prefer,” the middle-aged man replied with a sniff, “You strike me as a bluebell person, but… Honestly, anything goes there.” Gee. Helpful answer, asshole.