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[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ is currently residing in his room, busily stitching up what seems to be one of robert's torn cloaks. the maids had pleaded earlier to allow them to do it for him, yet he was persistent to do it himself. after all, it was the least he could do for him, considering the events that had come to pass between them as of late.

the thought prompts him to stop and press the material against his lips, a silent symbol of his affection. he doesn't linger, however, quickly going back to work while humming some unknown tune to balance out the silence of the early afternoon. ]

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[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ strolls past the numerous maids assigned to annabelle, paying little attention to their greetings & bows, as he makes his way to his sibling's door. takes a moment to center himself (the nervousness was unbecoming) & then knocks, once, twice. ]

Annabelle?

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ looks up from his work, face brightening considerably. places his work in his lap, all of his attention now directed towards his sibling. ]

Good afternoon, Robert.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ his own greeting is cut short when he recognizes the cloak in annabelle's hands. ]

. . . what are you doing?

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ lifts the cloak for show, peeking around it. ]

Working.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ bends down a little so that he can take the fabric in his hands. ]

Is this one of mine?

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[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ nods, placings his now free hands in his lap. ]

Indeed it is.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ pauses. speaks with an unsure tone, a little slower than usual. ]

It... is alright, is it not?

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[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course.

[ looks down at the fabric for a moment, then back at annabelle. ]

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ seems to set aside whatever else he wanted to say to instead opt for: ]

I'm surprised you were able to convince the maids to allow this. They wouldn't even let me take my own cup down to the kitchens.

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[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ lifts a hand, twirling a strand of his hair with a finger. ]

Hmm~ I have my ways.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ blinks in sudden realization, tucking their current playful conversation in favor of another pressing matter: ]

Oh, forgive me. You came for a reason, did you not?

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ leans away a bit, releasing his cloak to straighten again. ]

Yes, it's in regards to the guard we've spoken about.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ begins to fold it neatly, stopping when the word "guard" pops up to look at robert again. ]

Oh?

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

Are you free this evening?

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ looks up at the ceiling briefly in thought, gaze returning to robert when he's through. ]

I believe so.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ nods a little. ]

Then, if it is alright with you, I would like to have you meet her shortly after supper.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ looks momentarily enthralled, subduing the excitement quickly in favor of a smile. ]

I would be delighted.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles a little. ]

Keep your expectations low, Annabelle.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

Now why would I do such a thing. If she is your acquaintance, then there should be no complications, correct?

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

. . . earning my trust does not always guarantee the best of personalities.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

If you have chosen her for me, your most beloved sibling, I am certain you took many things into account before selecting her.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

. . .

Perhaps the mystery of the maids' surrender is not quite a mystery.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

I believe your imagination is playing tricks on you.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

Is it now?

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ looks away, pretending to be interested in the cloak again. ]

Perhaps.