une tasse de thé (open)
An evening like this needed to be spent wisely before dusk finally settled in, and a perfect way for that was a cup of tea.
His job was completed for the day, both as a valet and Frontier brain. Both very contrasting jobs, yet he handled them quite well and even he himself wasn't so sure how he managed to do that. Regardless, he knew a perfect spot to watch the sun slowly fall in the horizon around the Battle Castle, and while he didn't mind doing it alone he preferred to have some company; if there were any that is.
Far on the top building was a veranda that had the best view of the skies out of all the places in the castle. Placing his tray on the table set, he took a seat while opening up a book that he took from the library. The quiet was something he usually looked forward to, where there were no distractions whatsoever. As he was about to settle in his seat, he slightly jumped at the sound of footsteps approaching from behind and had to wonder who would be here at such a late hour?
Turning, he looked at the individual that was cast within the shadows before asking,
"I'm sorry, do you need something?"





