[He's definitely laughing to himself at her reaction. But at least it's not the obnoxious, uproarious type of laugh.]
Makes sense! Even at Rank 8, you get cleaners coming through. I think it's only the basement-level suites that don't get any service.
[Jun's rank 4 suite has been rotting for months. It probably has chemical fumes seeping through the floorboards, crawlers knocking on the door, dust, dirt, and all kinds of other unpleasant stuff going on!
As for making use of the amenities in a place they both hate, well. That's something he does, too. He justifies it by telling himself that if they're already kidnapping victims, the least they can do is demand some good tea! But is that really the right attitude to take?
Right or wrong, it's how he is, and she needs any assistance with spelling or what-have-you, he's happy to offer it. But the order gets placed, and for now, they wait for their tea to be brought to them, which he assumes won't take too long. The staff won't want to keep a Queen waiting! And in the meantime, he watches the Queen place a party hat on top of her head, beaming when he sees the result.]
That asymmetrical look is cute. It's stylish, and it suits you! ♪
[Then he adds,]
I know exactly what you mean. I didn't wear these at parties growing up, either. But there's nothing to stop us now. We can wear as many cones on our head as we want! ♪
[He definitely grew up attending the same kind of stuffy formal events she's talking about. No pointy hats, no party poppers! But they can always make up for lost time, her and him both, and he figures this two-person party is for her sake as much as it is his.
Though she challenges that idea when she starts singing to him. It's something he didn't expect, and he blinks a few times, letting her voice fill the air. He hasn't heard her sing since the recital, which was months ago at this point. She has a nice voice, he remembers now. Soft and pretty like falling snowflakes.
He's smiling warmly by the end, the look in his eyes softened. It's less bright and dazzling than usual, less overconfident, less performative. It was sweet of her to do that and he feels gratitude for this whole party.
And then she ends things with an unexpected bang, setting off the party popper. His brows fly up and he gives a jolt!]
... haha!
[Then he laughs.]
Excellent finish! ♪ You've got the makings of a star performer. And for that, I award full points~♪
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[He's definitely laughing to himself at her reaction. But at least it's not the obnoxious, uproarious type of laugh.]
Makes sense! Even at Rank 8, you get cleaners coming through. I think it's only the basement-level suites that don't get any service.
[Jun's rank 4 suite has been rotting for months. It probably has chemical fumes seeping through the floorboards, crawlers knocking on the door, dust, dirt, and all kinds of other unpleasant stuff going on!
As for making use of the amenities in a place they both hate, well. That's something he does, too. He justifies it by telling himself that if they're already kidnapping victims, the least they can do is demand some good tea! But is that really the right attitude to take?
Right or wrong, it's how he is, and she needs any assistance with spelling or what-have-you, he's happy to offer it. But the order gets placed, and for now, they wait for their tea to be brought to them, which he assumes won't take too long. The staff won't want to keep a Queen waiting! And in the meantime, he watches the Queen place a party hat on top of her head, beaming when he sees the result.]
That asymmetrical look is cute. It's stylish, and it suits you! ♪
[Then he adds,]
I know exactly what you mean. I didn't wear these at parties growing up, either. But there's nothing to stop us now. We can wear as many cones on our head as we want! ♪
[He definitely grew up attending the same kind of stuffy formal events she's talking about. No pointy hats, no party poppers! But they can always make up for lost time, her and him both, and he figures this two-person party is for her sake as much as it is his.
Though she challenges that idea when she starts singing to him. It's something he didn't expect, and he blinks a few times, letting her voice fill the air. He hasn't heard her sing since the recital, which was months ago at this point. She has a nice voice, he remembers now. Soft and pretty like falling snowflakes.
He's smiling warmly by the end, the look in his eyes softened. It's less bright and dazzling than usual, less overconfident, less performative. It was sweet of her to do that and he feels gratitude for this whole party.
And then she ends things with an unexpected bang, setting off the party popper. His brows fly up and he gives a jolt!]
... haha!
[Then he laughs.]
Excellent finish! ♪ You've got the makings of a star performer. And for that, I award full points~♪