"Ah, there you are!" Eve's too cheerful voice rang out once she located the knight. "You left in such a hurry yesterday, I wanted to ask you a question." Eve stopped in front of him, gazing up with unblinking red eyes. "Why did you gift me one of your favorite desserts? It's not like you to suddenly associate with me. I'm... perplexed, I suppose you could say. Is there an ulterior motive behind this move?"
For once, Klaus finally had a busy night ahead of him. After much goading, Alto had finally yielded and agreed to allow him to take on a small share of his less confidential paperwork. It was mostly boring things such as supply reports and stocking orders, but Klaus was not at all in any place to be picky about what he got. Any work was much appreciated during these endless, uneventful days, and he carried out his duty with the same amount of care he’d give to even the most important of documents.
Alas the peace and quiet of paperwork would ultimately come to be interrupted by the childish voice that so often haunted his nightmares. Klaus knit his brows tight and set his pen down, releasing a long, exasperated sigh at Eve’s intrusion. It figures she would come to bother him about this… “Don’t flatter yourself. It was not meant to be anything all too special, nor do I want anything from you. I was simply adhering to my sense of honor.”
Sharp blue eyes flicked up to meet her unrelenting gaze, and he held her stare as sternly as he could while he picked his brain for the way to best explain. “Yesterday was a day to pay respects to one’s mother, was it not? Since my mother has long since passed away… you are unfortunately the closest thing left in my life meeting the criteria for that holiday.” His expression soured at that, shaking his head slowly in disapproval. “So I felt no matter the strife between us, it would be honorable for me to do something in celebration. The Moon of Amatsu often used to be a part of lunar appreciation festivals in Amatsu, so I deemed it to be a… fitting gift, I suppose.”
With that Klaus gave all impressions of being done with his defense, looking away from the small girl and returning his focus to the work in front of him. He plucked his pen from where it landed on the desk and went straight to jotting down a note, detailing the rapidly dropping food supplies due to the growing populace of the barracks. A couple minutes dragged on before he spoke up again, feeling the need to settle things with one last clarification. “Worry not, I kept plenty for myself. It was not done especially for you— gifting one to you was merely an afterthought.”
