@dcviated asked:
Diluc moves out of the way just in time to avoid being bowled over by the mass of linens being carried down the hall. It's his fault not being out of the manor already, but certain proclivities kept him from running a normal schedule.
"Clorica." He calls out. "Clorica!" Once more for good measure. Hopefully it's enough to gather her attention (and her consciousness)
"Weren't you supposed to be off today?"
“ Laundry day, la-di-day, would you like some apples today~ ”
Soft humming filled the halls as Clorica entered the winery, a large basket of sheets and bedding obscuring her vision. The warm sunlight would surely be missed, but it had done such a wonderful job of drying the linens, so all was well.
Even without being able to see the halls in front of her eyes, the young butler knew exactly where to take the baskets, and at this time of day, the other maids would be working in the kitchens or sweeping outside. No need to worry in the least, which meant that Clorica was free to daydream and hum-
Or maybe not. The first call of her name didn’t process in the least, but when Master Diluc repeated it — a bit louder, a little sharper — Clorica jolted, faltering in her bouncy steps. It only took an additional moment to place the linens down and swish around to face him, but that didn’t mean her response would come swiftly.
On the contrary, she spent a few additional minutes pondering his question — Moco and Hillie had made extra special sure to remind her that tomorrow was her day off, not today, but Master Diluc and Miss Adelinde were almost never wrong! What a conundrum…
“ Oh, how strange... I thought for sure that was tomorrow. ”