since his father is a nohrian, he goes back to his normal troubadour class (but i drew him as a butler bc i can heh) and his second name becomes Vitaly instead of Yasuo.
Wunibald: She should be back already...where...oh. Yves! My apologies for bothering you at this late hour, but I need to know if your sneezing stopped!
Yves: Wunibald? Ah, yes. It has. -sniff- It’s calmed down for the most- ah wait- HACHOO!
Yves: Hmm.. I thought it had stopped. I guess not.
Yves: Thank you for checking up on me though. Sorry I wasn’t much help in cleaning the stables.
Wunibald: Do not worry about it. My uniform isn’t a fashion statement. I am a well trained butler after all. *looks at her worried*
Wunibald: So it starts when I am around you. As I thought.
Yves: Ah, um it’s not your fault reall- HACHOO! Ok well, you can’t be so sure. Perhaps this is just seasonal allergies? Or maybe it’s the pla- ha, ha HACHOO- plants.
Yves: Ugh, I’m sorry. Please don’t mind me. Even if it is your fault, please don’t feel bad.
Wunibald: I won’t. Let me check something: Does the sneezing get worse when I am closer with my hand to your face? *caress the cheek casually with the back of his fingers*
Yves: M-mind your d-distance- HACHOO! *steps back* Sorry, I just don’t want to get snot on you.
Yves: Actually, I just got a-ha HACHOO- idea. I’ll be back.
Yves: Wunibald, I have come up with a solution. Observe.
Yves: *ties a bandana around her face, forming a mask* I’ve pinned down the cause of my sneezes and unfortunately it’s because of your smoking. This mask won’t do much in stopping my sneezing but at least it will keep me from getting my germs on you.
Yves: I can freely speak to you without worrying about spoiling your or my appearance!
Wunibald: *stares blankly at her* Yves… this is the cutest thing someone done for me for a long time! *he laughs but covers his mouth fast embarrassed*
Wunibald: I already guessed so too, that was the reason of last time. *bends* My deepest apologize for touching you without asking. I clearly overstepped my boundaries.
Wunibald: And to show you my honesty, I won’t smoke anymore when you are near. It’s a matter of honor after all.
Yves: Thanks, aha. -rubs her neck, smiling- I would really appreciate that. Well, even if you didn’t stop I won’t let a little smoke stop me from speaking to you. Hence the ban- HACHOO- bandana.
Yves: And hmm, yes. In hindsight, I believe you were quite… -sniff- close. Too close for comfort. Surprisingly, though, I was more worried about sne- HACHOO- sneezing all over you. Haha.
Yves: The snot would be so gross to clean off…
Wunibald: Dear Yves, I am not only a butler, I am a doctor too. Even when in times of healers and staffs this army I am not really usefull. So was my curiosity only as a doctor.
Wunibald: And as a doctor, being covered in the snot of such a magnificent lady wouldn’t even be in the top ten of ‘gross’ things I had to clean. *smiles honestly*
Wunibald: But I cannot deny how adorable you look right now. I am a blessed man, you still want to be close to someone like me even after reacting allergic to me.
Yves: Well, certainly. I have always thought of you as an interesting person so naturally I wanted to get to know you better.
Yves: Besides, you don’t seem- HACHOO- you don’t seem put off by my reputation. Most Nohrians usually have something to say about what I did but you- ha HACHOO- you didn’t.
Yves: It’s odd but… I’m thankful for that.
Wunibald: I guess it’s because I am a wise men. *grin* But same to you. I can count many people they would recommend you to stay away of this old ‘grumpy’ man. So in the end, we treat each other with the same kindness and dignity. Or maybe I am just interpreting your kindness a little too much.
Wunibald: In this case, you are free to correct me.
Wunibald: And… I am thankful as well.
Yves: Haha, I guess we’re both outcast- HACHOO- outcasts, huh? Augh, it’s so hard to have a serious conversation when I’m- ha, HACHOO- like this.
Yves: On the bright side, I’m really glad that you’ll try not to smoke around me. So considerate. *smiles*
Yves: Anyway, let’s go do our duties! I think I can- HACHOO- handle it, thanks to my little bandana. Haha.
Wunibald: If this continues the fabric will be wet enough so you can wring it out… *mumbles*
