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himagsikan2019-02-14 12:06 pm
painalty) wrote in himagsikan2019-02-14 12:06 pm
valentine's day [closed]
[Because it's Valentine's Day, Sanson has retreated to Chaldea's kitchen to make hot chocolate for his Master with all the leftover chocolate in tow. Since there was a lot of leftover chocolate, discarded as the other Servants shaped their creations, melted down the chocolate, and stuffed the refrigerators full of the stuff, Sanson found himself brewing a very large pot. It was probably going to be enough for more people than just Ritsuka, Mash, maybe even the Chevalier d'Eon and - ]
M-Marie?
[His senses told him there was someone else who had come in, just when he thought he had the kitchen all to himself once everyone else was done with their batches of chocolate. Even so, he was very surprised to see who had come in, and whips around abruptly. The cup and saucer in his hands nearly tumble to the floor and only his Assassin reflexes (though not as good as those of the real Assassins) save the precious ceramic from meeting a shattered end.]
Ah... [Sanson's cheeks flush bright pink as he tries to relax and quickly put the cup and saucer back onto the counter. He clears his throat and he tries to straighten up and at least look dignified. Even so, his heart skips a beat. Had she sought him out? Did she want to say anything, give him anything...
No, it's best not to get his hopes up. There were others more worthy of Marie's attention and chocolate.]
I-Is there anything you need? [Real smooth, Charles-Henri Sanson.]
M-Marie?
[His senses told him there was someone else who had come in, just when he thought he had the kitchen all to himself once everyone else was done with their batches of chocolate. Even so, he was very surprised to see who had come in, and whips around abruptly. The cup and saucer in his hands nearly tumble to the floor and only his Assassin reflexes (though not as good as those of the real Assassins) save the precious ceramic from meeting a shattered end.]
Ah... [Sanson's cheeks flush bright pink as he tries to relax and quickly put the cup and saucer back onto the counter. He clears his throat and he tries to straighten up and at least look dignified. Even so, his heart skips a beat. Had she sought him out? Did she want to say anything, give him anything...
No, it's best not to get his hopes up. There were others more worthy of Marie's attention and chocolate.]
I-Is there anything you need? [Real smooth, Charles-Henri Sanson.]