The Music Room

Trilby nodded. He felt a bit uneasy now, her tone and her sudden business-like demeanor a drastic change from the bouncing little girl he’d been talking to moments ago. Now he really, really did not want to be here.

He knocked back the rest of the tea in the cup, burning his tongue a bit in the process but like hell if he cared, and set it down.

"My my, you finished that quickly. Did you enjoy it that much~?"

I giggle softly, turning to look at him again. I hope he hadn't hurt himself drinking that so quickly. It'd be a shame if that charming tongue were no longer useful.

"Come along, then. I'll show you my closet."

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“R-Really now..? Ahaha..” Norman humored, laughing a bit nervously as he took a quit glance to the horrifyingly realistic doll, then back to Mii.

"Mmhmmn~. It's so hard finding partners for my dolls. I have to be very picky with my choices." I hum, gently touching Marie's face. "If I make a mistake, then I have to throw the new doll away. And that's such a waste."

I lean my head against her chest again, looking at Norman. "I wish I could find a match for poor Marie~."

#thedeadarecoming

“I apologize; I don’t meant to disrespect your hospitality.” Trilby said, but tried his best to mask that it was a sort of half-hearted apology. He picked up the tea cup and held his breath, taking a sip of the floral drink.

I stared ahead, but my peripheral vision was still very much aware of Trilby. I'm starting to grow a bit impatient with his behavior - I do not appreciate his type. He's a liar, and while I may not know his background, I know he must be cunning. And sneaky.

"Once you finish all your tea, we'll go pick out something for you to wear~."

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“U-Uhm.” Norman glanced down at the empty seat in the sofa, and he sighed a little through his nose. Good lord, as much as he knew he probably shouldn’t get near that doll, or even be in this room, he knew he didn’t really have much of a choice. He walked over to the sofa, and took a seat.

"Comfy~? Some find these couches a bit too plush. But the dolls need somewhere very comfortable to sit."

I giggle and look from Marie to Norman, sighing contentedly.

"You two look like a perfect match~!"

#thedeadarecoming

endless-grim

‘That would be delightful. ‘

"Hee, your smile is very nice, Mr. End. You should smile more often~."

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“No, no- it’s no trouble.” Matthew said, smiling. He couldn’t be mad at Mii because she was curious; he really didn’t find any blame in that- also, her promising not to tell anyone about the house made him feel a bit better. The last thing he wanted were paranormal agents knocking on their door and trying to banish them or lock them away somewhere- selfish though it sounded, he was looking out for his brother and himself.

John sighed in relief himself. It wouldn’t help that the man he feared had visited the house, as well as a few members of the Order of Blessed Agonies; but of course no one else visited or knew- well, unless they had the misfortune of encountering John first. His mood had lightened a bit than the melancholia of the night before, but he had learned to be wary of a certain ex-thief, at least.

Matthew decided to play the part of host for now. “Is there anything I could get you, miss Mii?” he asked.

I brought my hand up to my cheek, tapping my index finger gently against it. It almost seemed rude to ask, but he did offer...

"Um... do you have anything sweet?"

#DeFoe-Twins-RP

“It’s… very sweet,” he said after swallowing the small piece he’d used as a taste test. Trilby could feel his teeth begin rotting as soon as the morsel had left the fork. “Not that it’s bad, not at all, just… very sweet.”

"Oh, do you not like sweets?" I ask with a little tilt of my head.

"I'm sorry. You might like the tea, if that's the case - it's much more mild."

endless-grim

‘Oh, I do not have a preference for cakes, so any kind is fine by me.’

I giggle a little bit. "That's always my favourite answer. It means I get to try and make something super special for you to try~."

He was both intrigued and a bit wary of the drink as it was handed to him. Lavender was commonly used as a flavor where he was from. It was an overbearing, floral taste that was almost soapy. Her added facts didn’t help to ease his mind much, either.

Trilby grew more and more eager to leave with each passing second. But his curiosity is what was keeping him there.

He picked up a fork and decided to try the cake— if he didn’t touch at least one of them, Mii would likely get offended. He didn’t want to do that again.

I sipped my tea - after stirring in two sugar cubes and just a little splash of milk - and sighed contentedly, shutting my eyes for a moment before turning to Trilby.

"Well~? Do you like it?"

endless-grim

‘That would be lovely and seem enjoyable to do.’

"Oh, yay~!"

"You'll have to tell me your favourite kind of cake. I'll have it ordered from my bakery!"

endless-grim replied to your post: 'Greetings Mii, how are you on this fine day?'

‘Oh how wonderful to know you been quite well. I am doing fine too but yet bored. There haven’t been to be much amusement today.’

"Oh dear. I hear the week can get a little slow. But maybe it'll pick up soon!" I tried to be enthusiastic - I hated when others were bored.

"But if it doesn't, you could always come to my house later and have some cake with me."

'Greetings Mii, how are you on this fine day?'

"Hello, Mr. End~! I'm doing quite well - I may be adding another doll to my collection soon!"

"How are you doing today?"

Any strawberry cake he’d tried always ended up overly sweet and sugary, something he could see happening again right now. But Trilby still nodded and smiled. He cast a quick glance at the teapot.

“May I ask what kind of tea you’ve prepared for us?”

"A lovely lavender blend~. I have it specially made for me, and I always serve it to first time guests!" I boasted, reaching for the pot and cups. I did have to scoot up onto my knees to fully be able to reach, but it wasn't as though I wasn't used to having to do that to reach my things.

I poured two cups of piping hot, gray-purple coloured tea, and offered one to him.

Trilby had leant back into the oak chair, trying to relax a little to throw any suspicion off of him. When he heard the door to the kitchen again, he straightened himself up and looked in his hosts’ direction, offering a polite little smile and glancing at the confections she’d brought out.

Tea and cake. How cute.

I set the tray of treats down in front of him and took a seat next to Trilby, smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress. I then turned to him and smiled.

"I hope you like strawberry cake~." I hummed, taking one of the plates and setting it in front of him, then the other for myself. I adored this cake, it was light and very sweet but the icing itself was spread only on the top - it was a fluffy whipped cream like icing, a good contrast to the fruity sweetness of the cake. The candied rose petal I usually saved for after.

Trilby couldn’t help but be awestruck by the lavish surroundings— although he wasn’t sure if it was the decor itself, or the fact that a young girl was the sole owner of such fine things. Her love for purple would surely put an end to his corneas.

Before he could respond, she was off. He wandered the room for a moment, looking around for anything of interest— anything that might give him insight to what this girl what actually about —before finally taking a seat near the head chair on the far left.

I leaned my back against the door, listening to the footsteps. It seems I have a very curious kitty in my house. Unfortunately for him, I am very good at keeping my secrets hidden and none are in the dining room.

Perhaps I'll show him a few later. If he behaves like a good kitty.

I quickly gathered together a few things - a pot of lavender tea, two extravagant slices of strawberry cake, adorned with a candied rose petal, and a few extra things for the tea - before leaving the kitchen.

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Frankly, how she found herself before this child was beyond her. But, Marissa managed her best smile now. Yet when she refereed to her as a doll, it puzzled her.

“A..Afternoon, and hello..!”