The café has been one of his work places, technically a hobby area for Sling – not only that, he earns money and meets lots of pretty ladies. He had made it one of the productive areas around Namimori, simply because the theme and everything changes every now and then (and so the customers would wonder what it can be at the moment – a Haloween, a mannequin spree or anything else, just drop on the small suggestion box itself). This was entertaining not only to him, but also to his co-workers who had the salary and cashing out every end of the month. Some were professionals, and the others part time just like what he is doing at the moment. The raven haired lad with real pink eyes blinked seeing the shop open before him. He breathes in quietly, knowing that it was weekend, and that work should be present.
He looked through around, seeing the manager and some co-workers, waving a very simple smile towards them. “Yo, what’s in store today?”
[/b] they knew that this butler would be asking something else aside from that such as what theme, the event and moreover what would be the specialty of the day which he would look likely forward to. He didn’t mind much of the chefs and the pastries as long as he gets some cash and earn, so he can learn how to live independently without the parents’ money, believing that it might lessen the feud of the brothers, and the exceptional favoritism (which was partly obvious) that made things go dilly – dally dancing to the worst cases. Aside from that, the customers; some were bitchy, others were average, and the rest were ladies which he can jam along with. Sometimes he was even scolded for entertaining them, though he attracts people that way.
After hearing the theme itself, the raven haired lad nodded, placing his contacts on a private room, dressing himself up as a black butler and his yellow or blond styled spiky wig. He spent hours trying to style that with wax and it was primarily effective – it suited him when he wore it quite nice. He can smirk to himself and echo about his cocky stature, since no one is around at the moment. “You look perfect, Sling. Now time to catch some customers, and fish some nice looking ladies.”[/b] His voice was silent with that, now leaving the room perfect and fine, nice and leisurely. He who has now blond hair had a new look at the moment and the theme happens to be a host club.
This is one of his favorites – meaning there are a lot of girls. Though it’s not obvious that he’s hyper with them, he knows how to make his way like a soft deadly incubus, looking through and taking advantage. He knew slyly, more of a fox while he dances his way on the pretty girls, for now, termed as ‘princesses’. He opens the store brightly while getting a small scissor, of traditional use, letting his manager speak first. “Welcome to the Namimori Café Host club.”[/b] He greeted in an accent, while he cuts along the lines opening the door wider, seeing first the customers.
There were other butlers there that have the same suit as his but he loves this so much similar to his hobby which is definitely know as cosplay. He plays as his own character and welcomes people in a very fashionable manner, such as bowing and giving a slight wink. Well now Sling, shall we start gathering advantages and victims at the moment? There was a princely grin forming on his lips, terming ‘customers’ as ‘victims’ in his own language, though it has the same meaning after all.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
She said she didn’t want to, she told them she’d rather just stay in her nice little room and work on the papers she needed to do. They day those two little demonic love birds listen is the day all heaven will collapse and the Armageddon finally begins. Amethyst found herself standing alone right in front of… dare she say it. A host club, the one places women frequent for their fantasies. There was no fantasy in her eyes… just a bunch of sluts who wanted a taste of the things they can never get.
Now wasn’t that a bit too harsh? But when did she soften her words for anyone? Wait… when she starts caring for her fellow brethren. An impossible task for the Ushiromiya princess… A look of distain over came her impassive features then it dwindled back onto that poker face mask that never seems to leave her face.
Why did she even bother?
”You know you need some sunshine, now go out and get a breather kid.”
Amakusa’s words suddenly came to mind. Enjoy… what the hell was she going to do here? She uttered a small sigh before she walked inside. Almost right at the first step… the first thing that hit her was the loud chuckles of the ladies being entertained by the host. Sickening… a blond host greeted the new arrivals. Slick words slid from his lips that made the other women giddy with excitement. Not her… the young girl still in her Shimon uniform. The ends of her pigtails were curled earlier that hour by Ganera. It shocked her when she did that… She knew Ganera wasn’t one for girlish appearances. Even she didn’t.
The young girl felt… A tad bit out of place. For an idol… who would have thought she wasn’t social? That’s where the mask comes in…Like the expressionless one she had on. She walked past the ogling masses she searched around for a seat where she can stay for an hour or two. Drink coffee and head back in her dark little corner. Ever since she grew up isolated she wanted nothing to do with people… they’ll never understand… and what they don’t understand they either fear or hate. That’s the human psyche… ”Lemon tea and blueberry cheese cake please.” She stated at the waiter who took her order. A small bow came to the man and a wink which she returned with a blank stare.
Men… They were idiots sometimes. She huffed softly then turned towards the notebook she had in her hands. A song composition she had been working since the beginning of the day. It wasn’t much. Just a hobby she decided to do out of boredom. Another thought entered her mind… She wondered just where the two lovebirds where at? They’ve been close since their days in Alice academy. She pulled them together from time to time and to think it was going to work… Oh the sheer irony… Or maybe just intervention from a puppeteer?... “Girl, move that’s my seat.” A woman suddenly came over spoke arrogantly.
Amethyst barely gave her a bat of an eye when her order arrived she took a sip of her tea. She gave her a look before she turned back to her notes. The woman… didn’t like to be ignored. ”Move!! Now and listen to your elders before I call your parents.” The woman hissed, tapping her foot as added emphasis.
There are terms which states never to poke a sleeping lion… The girl looked up once again. ”…I don’t see a reservation tag” She stared at her blankly then went back to her work. If it was possible for humans to steam out smoke… this woman would have done so. She opened her mouth to speak before… the sprinkler system just above her head burst open, sending down a torrent of water at the unsuspecting woman. A screech loudly echoed in the café as the other patrons and workers stopped to stare at the screeching woman.
Loud… The girl silently blocked off the chaos from her mind while instinctively inching away deeper into the couch seat before she gets hit with the water.
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Sling was happy with his job, but quite a bit off with his bosses. Sure thing the raven haired Locwell incubus would appreciate how much he was accepted there, to the point that his service was permanent. Though he was a rich and intelligent guy, he prefers working on his own, such as earning his own money with quite good profit. He once thought out of sheer perception that he’s just going to waste his looks if ever he would be just slouching and ordering about, sometimes playing with the ladies like a very nice guy. He shrugs the thought out of it, while he looks at the other customers.
It was somewhat troublesome that other ladies would grab at his coat, his buttons almost bursting because of the pull and exertion of their efforts. He fidgets with that, pulling away the soft hands of the girls in a very princely manner, blowing them a kiss from his black gloves while he winks with his charm. “Everyone gets entertained, your highnesses. Please wait for awhile.”
[/b] He said that definitely, for he wasn’t the only butler of the host club at the moment. There were others working at the café itself, so part of it is none of his business. He walked his way towards the counter after taking one order of a fair girl with pink hair from the seat, dressed in a Lolita. He liked those things, though he measures that she’s quite mature for her. Again, Sling knows his limits despite the fact that he’s a natural playboy.
He took the orders to the chef while he nods, waiting. Something came out of his head for some time, remembering that he would be having a special guest. “Oh right, that princess…”[/b] He couldn’t wait to meet her – the girl that goes by the name Amethyst Ushironomiya. He only knew that this girl needs a change, and based on what his cousin and her official boyfriend said, she’s somewhat needing some air. This would be really, really interesting. He can remember the look on Gannobei’s face and the way she winks, Amakusa smiling to that – those two demons hidden with lots of hearts in their minds who planned on having another date once in awhile. He knew that since the time they were at the same class on Alice Academy. So far, he has never heard of this Amethyst. Challenge accepted. He thought very positive, blinking his blue contacts while he takes the plate and place it on a free tray.
He walks his way towards the first customer, bowing like a real servant before he takes the cash. He paused when he saw a girl in pretty uniform knowing that it’s not Vongola or Millefiore. Must be Shimon? He shrugs to that small ideas partially, but something caught him. Pigtails, an expressionless face, a doll… could it be? He chuckled thinking that she resembles the description and walked with a Cheshire grin.
Before he can do that, he stopped due to reflexes after knowing that the water broke, and the woman who was scolding the innocent princess in uniform screaming about. He wanted to laugh so badly with that, since he finds that funny. Sling is such a sadist to begin with before anything else; it runs in the Garena’s extended family and so as the main branch. He held the giggles because he might lose a job, but instead, looked at the other butlers who fixed the sprinkler and walked forward the lady who was panicking. “This is so unfortunate, missus… Perhaps we can fix this and give you a free treat as an exchange? Of course, I will pay.”[/b] He did that too well, the girl nodded for two reasons: Sling was half wet which makes him hotter and appealing (though he didn’t mind that) and he looks too promising. He guided the girl on another free table, offering one of his expensive handkerchiefs as an exchange.
After that was done, he eyes cutely at the girl who caught attention. “Wow, a young princess in a very cute and fitting uniform just arrived. Welcome to the host club.”[/b] He knew now that this was the girl who took in for the challenge based on his information. “What brings her highness here?”[/b] He didn’t mind questioning fashionably.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
In a sea of people… how hard was it to tell she wanted to be left alone? All she was, and she quotes is an observer nothing more nothing else. It was a role she chose to accept rather than waste the brain space in thinking on how to get rid of it. There’s a reason why she was sent to Alice Academy, why she met Gan and how she was saddled with Amakusa as her bodyguard and caretaker… That school has defied every law there is when it comes to the laws of sanity. The two can testify to it, she wasn’t about to blab the dark secret.
She gripped her black book tightly, feeling the black leather against her skin. This little book… is her little prized possession. A grimoire from the chains binding her to her family, it’s still there… those dark chains still wrap tightly around her throat. There was no escape for her… this was the curse of her family. The young girl moved her hand to take a sip of her tea, blocking out the ceaseless chatters and the shrill tone of the woman. Was it wrong to wish she had aimed for a light fixture instead? Amethyst… is such a little sadist. And they can blame Gan for teaching her the fine art of sadism. Can they really blame a girl who hates mortals beyond belief?
She watched as a blond man led the woman away she closed her eyes. One, two, three… she counted mentally then another shriek as the woman comically slip upon a banana peel. Comical? ”My shoes!!!” The woman cried out, banana mushed covered her face before she ran out of the establishment. Ah… sweet revenge…
She sipped her tea in content. Now back to—
Her thoughts paused when the man himself addressed her. She sighed then turned her head over to him she gave him a simple stare then turned back to the papers she had on her hand. The music composition she had been working on before Amakusa dragged her from her room. All she needed was to test it out, even if her mind already knew the melody she still liked hearing it. To see if she made any mistakes while she was making it,
“Relaxing.” She simply replied to the man’s question as she stared at him blankly before she returned to her work. Social little girl aint she? Then again… this is why Amakusa said this was going to be a challenge. An ice princess of the coldest caliber, wordlessly she began writing a few lines on her the piece of paper.
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This doesn’t work much at all. While he was walking his way accompanying the lady, and her shoes, and everything she says, she slipped on a banana peel. This made him blink and sigh, still avoiding laughing. He would probably share this thing later when he gets home and do stuff, with his cousins and everyone, then there he could enjoy the happy time chuckles. He pulled her up and lifted her like a princess, making the woman blush. “I’ll handle you.”
[/b] He said casually, much now placing her to a better seat where she can avoid trouble.
Very well said, Sling knew already that this is the girl. How couldn’t he? The descriptions just match her appearance and everything, adding the quite attitude that he was well informed off by the two. Taking a challenge is one of his good hobbies, as well as driving for something quite interesting. Though things are getting quite nifty around the area, he continued to act on his way, nice and in a butler much attire. He is working in a host club after all, so why not, less he wanted to lose some paychecks and all.
Seriously some of his friends find it quite intriguing just to see him wipe off seats and sometimes the tables while he keeps on being a good person for the suite job. He was also playing nice in a very well fashioned manner. So much for his cosplaying skills; everything that acceptable he does, yes? For some rich guy like him living on a villa with more guys, plus one girl who is acting like a man, he shouldn’t be doing this. However, he has his personal reasons aside from seeing those lovely looking ladies and the rest which mainly motivates her every day, and every night. This is why he kept to the job. It wasn’t money here that he is talking about – no, no, but the background of the place which is letting him self attached moreover. He smiled to that now, since he was in the correct place. Instead of being a bad boy on all ages and alleys, he would definitely choose this kind of lifestyle instead.
So much with that, he thought that everything he might have done be part of the drama. This seemed suspicious though sometimes. On the other hand while having these in mind, he socialized with the girl before who happened to be wet while excusing himself from the pigtails girl. Her response was even blank, making him smirk thinking that they were right calling her ‘one of a kind’, thus he would play much fair instead of cheating. For now, he goes to the other area while seeing the free cake served quietly. “Good thing you are fine now, misus, otherwise I would be so worried about it. Next time, please be careful, mm?”[/b] As an act of courtesy, he pressed her hand with his landing a feathery kiss before anything else, then walked off casually back to where the princess is sitting.
He grabbed himself a free seat since he was allowed. This is a host club and he can host anyone… including this princess. “Ohh… that seems interesting. Relaxing in a field of … roses.”[/b] He changed the words before he turns to something else, knowing also of what her abilities are. She’s no witch – she’s just a bit different and somehow… his type. He smiled to that thinking in a very evil yet challenging manner. [i[This is gonna be good, I hope… or else I will kill that two.[/i] He had enough being pissed and stuck on trouble sometimes but not because of the cousins, but because of many things else. He just worries about one thing: being a victim of this… so-called sorcery at the moment.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
There he goes again, the good old Samaritan ways. She couldn’t say she hadn’t watched the entire scene unfold. The way he helped the banshee over towards another table. Right there and then Amethyst contemplated how a sudden cave in of the room would look like if it had fallen from the above the woman. Sadistic little child, or just a twisted girl with no spec of soul inside her, there’s a lot of ways to say it. To say how unfeeling the child is or how completely uncaring she is when it came to the human race. She took a sip of her lemon tea then decided to avert her attention away before she ends up killing the woman.
That wouldn’t be good… right after she promised the two no deaths. Had she killed someone before? Actually that was Amakusa’s job. It wasn’t hers unless it’s just to disable. A gentle hand flicked a page from the musical notes she had on her hand. Now… what else to check, biting her lip she scanned through the notes. At least that’s what she would have done if the man… hadn’t sat from across of hers. She flicked her gaze up at him. Great… something she hadn’t expected… Damn red-heads. It was like damning her siblings as well considering they’re also a bunch of red-heads.
She must be adopted… that was the only logical explanation she can think off when it comes to it. Then again… her mother was blond. God rest her soul. “Sarcastic remark?” She voiced out blankly. A small undeniable twitch on her forehead that went unnoticed to those that searching for such a miniscule detail. She can’t kick him that would be rude not to mention that was going to earn her a great deal of scolding from the two. They kept saying she needed to lighten up to people. How can she? She didn’t know nor did she care for it.
Humans were all the same she learned long ago. Silly little creatures she didn’t need to associate herself with. One minded being that would sooner break her when they see their difference. Looks like being isolated from them was the biggest mistake those people could ever do. Fear does that to people Amethyst learned to live with it. The others knew… they saw back at their old school. Must she say more? She looked back at him for a moment then went back to her work. Just like that… Fun she was starting the ignoring game. Too much people, equals quick annoyance for the blondette. She scribbled down a few more notes on the fifth passage. Piano notes… Annoying little things when you’re not near a piano… From the corner of her eye she saw a few of the girls staring at Sling with hearts plastered on their eyes. Love sick… She gave a mental shudder. While some of the girls were giving her death glares for being so called to their… beloved ‘prince’. She’ll never understand them… her hand unconsciously touched her black book.
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He has to be honest that this girl is getting too cocky, or maybe she’s just playing that way? Anyhow she knew much that he is there and he is contented with that. Still, Sling retained his posture in the most modest way, sticking to the girl with his playful charm. Of course he is doing this way simply because he wanted to be entertained, and for most princes, to captivate their princesses with those normal aspects. He is the nicest in his own way no matter how much he would do – whether to play or to be real. He has been used to these kinds of scenarios, as if it is a play of real dreams.
The blond princess continued to ignore her, though he smiles to her response. “Sadistic? Oh well, I don’t want to give straight offense, alright.”
[/b] He was a bit cocky with that as well, the usual way, though at times he is punctual with his actions moreover. He was nice with that, for now, since the ladies are still looking at him in a well – rounded and fluttery manner. He fixed his polo shortly, specifically the butler – like costume that he is wearing right now. He sighed to that also noticing now that he is wearing a half – wet shirt and the black color. “Man, I wish I had an extra. I got half wet on that sprinkler… don’t you think it was rather a strange happening?”[/b] he smiled cheekily to that while he makes a self Cheshire grin, somewhat telling her something.
So far he was well informed with things like this because he was already told by the two red heads. As much as possible, he has to be careful, but he wanted to play out loud with his actions not with his sweet and fluttery words. It would be bad for such prince like him guised as a living incubus. It also ruins the fun and image of the guy, and to think that this princess is quite a different case, he has to take caution in all costs.
He can feel the stares. Sling isn’t dumb enough not to notice the other females being quite a group of dark spirits that would be looking at them. To break that, he looks back for a cause with a cutesy smile and quite charming, charismatic appeal. “Anything wrong, mademoiselle?”[/b] he gave a small sleek wink while he sees the girl look away with a red face, telling her to stop staring at them. He cups his cheek with those black gloves moreover since he is always like that – yes, even around the Garena villa with the cousins and his biological siblings.
“Princess, would your name be as lovely as your appearance, or should I say, as lovely as your personality?”[/b] Wow, he had the nerve to say that equal yet fun. He was like that at the moment anyway.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
A sadist like no other… Oh how she wanted to follow her urge to strangle him. But Amethyst wasn’t like that sort… Strangling takes work, why not just… toss him out of the window? An image of him flying out the nearest three floor window entered her mind. That would have been hilarious. It would have happened… if she didn’t count on a few things. One there was no third floor… and second, Amakusa and Gan were going to drill a scolding in her.
She didn’t want that… as ‘benign’ as the two are… They beat the devil in being scary. Fear… a feeling she swore she lost. She didn’t know if she could even feel it anymore. Scratch that… she didn’t want to feel it. Amethyst lifted her head to look at the man. A blank stare greeted him the second their eyes met. She could hear it, the chatters of some of the ladies on why their prince was sitting close to her. If only they knew she was wondering the same thing. ”Shit happens.” The young girl stated in a blunt tone that clearly said she didn’t care.
”Would have been better if it was something that fell on her. She’ll let his imagination guess what she meant about it. It wasn’t something…survivable that was for sure. Maybe a roof would do… or a car, she pushed away the dark thoughts before she went back to her work. A few squeals echoed from the ladies when their prince looked at their way. Damn banshees… She wanted to say it aloud. But what good would that make? She tried to focus on her work, only for her hand to twitch lightly on the paper. A drop of ink stained the sheets.
Yep… no peace… another vein twitched on her forehead for a mere second then it disappeared right down on the hole of oblivion. Glancing up, she spotted another sprinkler overhead. To break or not to break?... That was the question dancing on her mind. The man has no idea how sorely tempted she was at the moment. ”Isn’t it impolite to ask for a name if you hadn’t given yours yet?” She replied without looking up. Quietly she packed her notes in her bag as she scribbled something in her small black book, without any warning… the sprinkler above the man suddenly malfunctioned as it sprayed the poor man with water.
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The blond haired man looked at the other way around – though the black devious aura of the girls is wrapped around her, she just does it for the go. This made him really smirk to the point that it was funny and good thing he held on to that sheepishly no matter what. First, he doesn’t want to lose the job; second, he doesn’t back out dares, and third, sad to admit, she’s cute. He liked much mature ones but this one seem to get him caught up as if there was something in her that he should pull off and release in a different manner. It took him some time to analyze that but after being warned he doesn’t go overboard with things. Sling was like that eventually, ever since he got the cautions from the rest of his friends.
Amongst his brothers he was the nifty one with the passion and thus he didn’t avoid himself to give something else. He just went with how things work in ordeal manners and continued to be more of a nice guy. There’s nothing wrong much in this scenario – save the girl he had just placed attention after some bewitching act that he could not explain. It made him chill down the spine but sleek as if it didn’t really matter much. What he had in mind is tactics foremost – this is probably the hard girl challenge that he would have accepted, though if a normal guy would look at, had already given up to this normal space.
He doesn’t like giving up. Well, he doesn’t – it rushes in his blood. While he shifts his look around just to see if the other staff are doing their work, he hears some words from the blond girl. Oh right, he heard them crispy and blunt. He smiled to that thought only thinking of some of his cousins who would probably be like that, and more evidently, one who had some colorful vocabulary back on their mind. He tried his best not to be a foul mouth but he couldn’t just rake that feeling off. He continued to space to that certain time knowing that the look and the sound of her voice would be another tough barrier for him.
“That’s not pretty nice for someone saying like that, young princess.”
[/b] He corrects in some charming manner, while he cups half of his face with the free hand more, his looks dancing on her appearance in a normal way. He sighs secretly while he places one of his hands down to touch the table while giving some ‘ouch’ action speaking these words. “That sounded so hurt, I can almost feel it, but then it’s kind of cute. Sadism is my type.”[/b] He eyed at her completely the moment he said that, to notify her that he’s not backing out.
Well, apparently her words were pushing him off but being the peg here he doesn’t go. He carried on with the small talk or this so-called conversation while he smiles. “My bad, well my name is—“[/b] Just that moment when he was about to name himself and make some introduction, he hears the sprinkler from his top. Of course he looks up to that unexpectedly but sighs instead. Oh hell, getting wet fully… This is quite troublesome for him but then he can hear some girls. Instead of worrying much about that, he gives the sly grin, much of a mere slim man look. His butler attire is wet, his gloves are, his wig was even wet, and his face. He’s all wet. He had no choice but to bite the gloves off his hands while removing it slyly, his eyes closed. He patiently brushes his hair tad while seeing the others fix the sprinkler and then moved away to give caution. What he worries now much is the clothes.
They are wet, even the undergarments. He removes the butler coat though, seeing the inner polo absorbing the liquid. However, he stuck with the wet look while he eyes at the princess in front of him. “My name’s Sling Locwell.”[/b] He had the wet hair and part of his inner polo open, the liquid dripping off from his cheeks and all.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
Three… two… one, squeals echoed around as the girls nearly jumped out of their seats. The sight of their wet prince nearly sent them into a tizzy. If there was an inner heart in this school… That action made her inner self gape before it was mauled by her outer self then tossed down the pits of oblivion. That…she didn’t want going out. In the real world however she paused midway from drinking her tea as her eyes blinked at the sight. The way the water dripped from that fine lined face it made the girls crazy. And loud for the young Ushiromiya… Amakusa didn’t count on this happening… But he knew what happened when the child finally loses her cool. He hoped it wasn’t happening now… wherever he and Gan are, he prayed Amethyst exercise some form for restrain. It wasn’t illegal to hope right? ”…Ushiromiya Amethyst.” She spoke blankly. Amakusa would have kicked some feeling into the girl if he had been there. But he wasn’t as well…
”Sling-kun~~~!!! A random fan girl squealed to her delight. Nearly all the patrons had hearts in their eyes staring at the Adonis before them. He really must be popular with the ladies… Amethyst deduced. A swift observation told of her of the fact… plus the crowd of fan girls watching their soaked prince didn’t help. Silly… Just as expected from fan girls… it made her own stomach churn in disgust under that blank mask of hers. Who says she was going to break easily? A girl who hid under an extremely thick mask she made to be indestructible. How long was it going to last? A few cracks appeared yet still undetected unless even if they searched for that miniscule detail. The girl is her enigma.
A kin to davinci’s own codes, she was like that… not even Amakusa decoded her more darkest side… She flicked open her notebook. Oh she knew she shouldn’t, but that’s what it was good for anyway. To play her little games when she’s bored right out of her wits, ”You might want to change… half of the girls around her looks like they want to maul you.” She commented randomly as she flicked open a page. The pages were blank, crisp unstained paper. How pretty… and she had been using that book for a very long time… She flicked it again as if searching for a specific page.
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You asked for this, princess.
He gave a smile to that, feeling the presence of the ladies after he got fully wet. Oh, he was getting hyped up hearing the squeals and the background itself. Had he not been violating much of rules, he would have stripped if he has to, but he’s not in the middle of his own so-called ‘territory’ so he had his limits. Anyway, since he was wet, he had the urge to make the girls woo more because of the wet look he is giving, more importantly his first buttons cracked open with the help of his own hands. He was happy with that – sometimes he even used that on random girls which made him much of a seducer.
Still, he kept the good act since everything looked so natural. He sighs while he places his wet gloves on the side not to give much of caution with the princess in front of him. He hears her name which he knew and would have not asked since the two just gave him the clue, and another – he has seen her with Gannobei sometimes despite the fact that the schools are on a cold war. This is just too troublesome for him. Sometimes he has to remind that red head not to let anyone see her mingling with Amakusa and this girl much on public because of the school rivalry, but she kept on being stubborn. He cannot do anything like that much because she has her own life.
He eyes first at the princess before he looks at the girls. “What a nice name. Amethyst – hime – sama sounds so beautiful.”
[/b] He compliments that with a flowery attribute, somehow pretty normal and standard for this Locwell incubus. He grins also, unconsciously lifting one of her hands while he lands a small feathery kiss, feeling the softness. “Pleasure is mine to serve you today, your highness.”[/b] Of course being wary that she has a witch – like ability, she lands off and let go in the former manners of time, seeing that he couldn’t touch her more. He doesn’t want to be a victim of anything that she might throw moreover – this would just make oblivion pour out the field.
While being reminded of his clothes, he eyes at the pretty blond princess while he scoots slowly from the area. “Oh, if that’s the case, I will have to change clothes then. Excuse me.”[/b] He moves away from the territory of the Amethyst Ushironomiya princess and would take note of all the broken sprinklers if he has to, just for the sake of keeping himself safe. He also loves himself for damn good reasons so he uses that as an excuse.
He moves on one side while he removes his props, winking at the other girls lightly before he takes a change. He removes the wig inside the washroom, sighing with a small frown. “Man, Ganni will get mad at me. She’ll use this for cosplay and now I had it wet. Oh well… time to dry before she mauls.”[/b] He knew the creepy yandere prince-ss being much scary when she doesn’t get what she wants. Moving on to that, he pulled his shirt off and the remaining clothes only to see himself in front of the mirror with his tad muscular and slim body. He even had his contacts washed, his pink eyes looking at his own reflection while washing his face quietly.
Good thing the spare clothes were on the other side. He looks at it seeing that it’s much of a lower – class butler costume but he went with that because he doesn’t want to go off naked. Yes, he still values his body. He continued to fix himself and brush his normal black hair, placing the yellow contacts on without any fail.
He walks out of the wash room with his real self (except the eyes) and sees the princess. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Now what else would your order be, your highness?”[/b] he asked back once more.[/blockquote][/size][/div]
