Another Military Mishap; Closed RP for taciturnalbinism
"Just. One. Last. Step..." The dark haired woman mumbled softly, her eyes wide with excitement as she took her final step from the stove to the center island. For the first time in her relatively short existence, a souffle had actually turned out perfectly. It hadn't caved in, or burnt, or been toppled over by her unsteady hands.
It was just perfect.
That was up until the sound of someone at the door broke Vanity's concentration and the silence, sending the delicate pastry falling back into the pan. A soft cry of defeat escaped her lips as she let the dish on to the island, stomping her foot. "Oh, screw it all." Vanity mumbled, untying the apron from around her hips and placing it beside the fallen souffle.
The homunculus continued to gripe as she made her way through the glamorous corridors and toward the door, hearing the knock again. Why are the people in Dublith so impatient? She thought, increasing her stride. "One moment!" Vanity called out, patting out some of the flour that had landed on her black tunic-dress and her dark tinted shades were properly covering her wine colored irises before opening the door. "Welcome to the Alighieri manor, I'm Cashlin." Vanity glanced up, taking note of the uniform. Ah, must be an appointment of Dante's. Poor guy is a little early. "I'll take it that you're Major Lunetta?" She asked, placing her practiced smile on her lips.
