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I can on Leo. Just let me reblog something sweetie

coolio.

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She'll place his head on her lap, which had one of her fluffy pillows upon it, place a damp rag on his forehead and hum Lacie quietly to him. There was no way she was moving from her spot. Nope, she wasn't budging.

Leo snuggled up against his master, no matter how miserable he was feeling. His eyes drooped when she started to hum Lacie. Ah- it was like a lullaby to him. Maybe he could sleep here, if Elliot didn’t mind of course. It might make her mad, but he didn’t want to leave.

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|||:Send in ☀ for my character's reaction to yours exposing themselves||||♔| Today had been fairly quiet-- or as quiet as the Academy could be. Perhaps in more terms of less violence and crude remarks, yes, today had been peaceful. What better way to end such a day other than laying upon the warm floor with a book in your lap? Truly perfect, and the noir hardly ever used such a word. Still, all good things come to an end she supposed, and when such time arrived, the young maid closed up her book softly, her agile mind boggling with the latest content she'd read. Oh, the twists! And the ending was rather spectacular, truly unexpected! Especially when the heroine decided to---As if a draft had managed to slip it's way inside and blow away all that stood within the girl's mind, Leo suddenly blanked, jaw hanging. Perhaps a little too much. Even her fingers grew weak and the novel she'd just finished slipped and dropped to the hard floor, causing her to spring into life at the thud caused by the item touching ground. How else was she to act when-- when her Mistress was undressing before her?"M-Mistress!" The maid finally cracked, her senses coming to her in waves, and instantly, she tripped over to the door, which had been left wide open. Locking it about five times for good measure, the noirette turned to the heiress, her pale face a deep colour of cherry blooms. "Wh-What are you doing?!" Oh dear... Was this because of that foul spell?

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