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Post by Karina Karamazov on Nov 10, 2017 7:35:01 GMT -5
Karina was hoping that she would get a notebook or some useful items from the gift shop. She would’ve loved to write letters to her sisters about her time here, hoping that would help her ease into and (maybe) appreciate being in a new environment. What she got instead was a beach ball and “rose water”, if that’s even true. She was tempted to pop the beach ball right at that moment, but held off. Choosing to figure out something to do with it later, and threw it inside her room. The bottle, on the other hand, stayed with her as she headed towards the kitchen to test it. Still unable to trust her surroundings.
It was a bit of a surprise to find Mukizu already occupying the kitchen. She would've thought he'd be somewhere else helping another, not here all by himself. She was about to leave him be before remembering that his is the SHSL Butler. Surely he has to know something about poison and how to detect it. How could he not? So the ballerina took advantage of this opportunity and knocked on the wall to get his attention, greeting him with a small wave.
She paused and gestured towards a small space in the corner of the room.
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Nov 10, 2017 15:32:53 GMT -5
—— Mukizu took it upon himself to practice some dishes in the kitchen. The motto he had been taught was still just as ingrained into his mind: 'Every man desires a clean toilet, a warm bed, and a hot meal.' It served as a reminder to him to ensure that he does not grow slack in any of the skills in his repertoire, and it was this mantra that put him in such a deep mode of concentration as he holed himself up in what cooking space the lodge offered to him. Though he had told the others that he was willing-- almost obligated-- to give his services to them, he knew he had yet to learn of an actual schedule for them and would thus have no idea just yet what to be doing at any moment in time to help them live in a life of comfort. For now, his time was his and the opportune time to practice and refine his skills. He was in the midst of decorating the opera cake before him when he had finally been snapped out of his deep spell of focus that made time seem almost transient, all thanks to the ballerina's knock and greeting combo. He raised his gaze to meet hers before he eased a smile onto his face. "But of course, Karina-sama. Are you asking for advice or assistance in a task? I shall perform whatever it is you ask of me to the best of my abilities." He quickly moves his project to the fridge so as to give the other as much space as she might require. He was genuinely curious about this ' experiment' but decided he should not probe yet-- see if she would reveal it herself first. |
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Post by Karina Karamazov on Nov 14, 2017 0:20:03 GMT -5
There were two reasons for Karina’s eyes to grow wide for a moment. The first one was because of the way she was referred to. She found it flattering, but bewildering at the same time. If she remembered correctly, that meant she was seen as higher above him and that piqued her interests. Even though they were on the same skill level within their respective fields, and presumed classmates, he thought that. She wondered why he felt so inclined to keep up his butler duties, but maybe later or another time she'll ask.
The second reason was simply because of Mukizu’s cake. It looked fantastic despite being not yet finished. His baking skills were also fairly impressive, and she even almost asked for a taste! The keyword is almost. She stopped herself from asking after considering that maybe that's meant for someone else, or even a cake for himself. So she tossed aside her love for baked goods and put all her focus on her current goal. To get the information and find out the truth.
Karina nodded and flashed a slight smile before moving closer to him. She held up a small bottle with one hand, and lightly tapped the glass with the other.
A sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head. Her calm expression fell to one of clear distress. Karina was well aware of the look she was giving, and quickly turned away to conceal herself. She hoped the butler wouldn't notice or question her. Not like he could offer reassurance anyways when she began shifting through the cabinets for a kettle or at least a tea set; all items she absolutely knew she would need.
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