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Post by NICODÈME CORBIN DEVEREAUX on Mar 11, 2010 21:42:31 GMT -5
cause this is the real thing [/i][/color] ,[/size] love changes everything *[/font]
( THIS IS THE NIGHT WHEN EVERY HEART'S EXPLODING! )
 [/center] It was quite in the lounge tonight. All the ladies had already returned to their dorms, ready to be attended to by their butlers for a final time before retiring for the night. The room was eerily quiet without the rustle of skirts and the many girlish voices filling it. There was no clink of delicate silverware or the sound of pages being turned as the ladies ate their expensive cakes and reviewed for their next exam. The worst part were the paintings—once beautiful portraits in the morning light had now turned into threatening faces glaring down at whoever dared entered this silent sanctuary.
The entire atmosphere of the lounge was rather unnerving, especially for a young butler such as Nicodème. This was the first time that he had been placed on the night shift for cleaning. As a beginner, the boy had yet to be assigned to a Lady and was for now just carrying out the general duties of a servant. His tasks usually were not too difficult—in fact, they were often much easier than serving one of the girls. But he did not appreciate being left alone to clean an empty room in the middle of the night. Nick felt as if any minute one of the people in the portraits would jump out and try to attack him. Or worse, an actual person would come in here and attack.
The teen nervously made his way over to one of the coffee tables. He knew that he had nothing to worry about. After all, this was a school for some of the wealthiest and most famous daughters in Italy. They probably had some of the best security in the nation. Biting his lower lip and quelling his fears, Nick turned his attention back to the table. A mop and a bucket of water stood next to it—meant for cleaning the floor, of course. On top of the table were a roll of paper towels and several spray bottles of miscellaneous liquid. Nick gingerly picked up a few of the bottles, looking for one that had a label indicating it could be used to clean wood. His dark eyes slowly widened as he realized that none of the bottles had been labeled. But of course, an experienced Butler was expected to know the cleaning liquids by appearance only. Unfortunately, Nicodème was not an experienced butler.
The boy looked from one bottle to the next. The liquids were all different colours, but other than that they seemed to be the same to him. However, he knew from his training that the wrong cleaning agent could seriously damage the expensive wood of the coffee table. He twiddled his gloved fingers in anticipation as he tried to decide what to do. Nick was still wearing his butler’s uniform, as all butlers were required to do during school hours. Normally, he rather liked the outfit. It made him feel stylish and high-class. Right now, though, the uniform just seemed much too tight and uncomfortable.
Deciding it no use to just stand around, Nick grabbed for one of the bottles with a pale greenish liquid. He could have asked for help, but felt it might be much too embarrassing. After all, he came from a legacy of butlers—he should be able to handle the simple task of cleaning. Brushing his black hair out of his eyes, the boy sprayed some the liquid onto a piece of paper towel and began to wipe down the coffee table. He paused for a second, checking if the liquid had dissolved the wood. However, the table still seemed to be in a perfect, albeit dusty, condition. Nick breathed a sigh of relief and continued with his work. After this he had a few more tables and then the entire floor. If he worked at a regular face, he would be able to thoroughly clean the room by midnight. Nick just seriously hoped the cleaning solution he was using wasn’t the kind that would show its effects on the wood later on.
* Amadeo TAG
* 678 WORD COUNT
* justlikefalling @ caution 2.0! TEMPLATE CREDIT
* real thing, boys like girls! LYRICS
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Post by AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE on Mar 12, 2010 11:01:46 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - [/b][/size]  - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/size][/center] A new request from the higher-ups. Well, really, more like a new order. Just a few hours ago, the tall, well-groomed butler had found himself being intruded upon by the local Academy messenger with a letter in hand. It bore the official seal of Stella Fiore Academy, and there was no doubt that this was serious business. This was not something he could quite easily deny, and even if he had, it would continue to follow him no matter what. A feeling of foreboding overtook the man when he’d first picked up the light caramel-colored envelope, containing only one piece of paper, but somehow it felt like it weighed a ton. The possibilities as to what could be inside were infinite, could be bad news or good news. He reminisced briefly over the past few days, wondering what it was that he had done that had warranted him a letter from the principal himself. Had he done anything wrong? Had he done less than what was expected of him? No, that couldn’t be possible. He’d done his job to the very last letter the past two weeks, and he’d never heard a peep or complaint from the ladies. Despite sounding like an overconfident moron, he ruled out his poor job performance as to being the cause for this.
Well then, what else was left? Amadeo was running out of ideas, and really, there would be no better way to find out than to open it. Handling the envelope ever so gently as though fiddling with a live bomb, the butler’s slender digits ripped open the flap that held the letter, and carefully pulled out what was inside. His first impression of the paper was regal. The paper itself was heavy, as though it was composed of more than one layer of tree fiber. His next impression was short. The only heavily inked words on the entire tan page were only about a paragraph in width, and looked to be composed of nothing more than 300 words. Below, it bore the official signature of the Headmaster, stating that this document was in fact legitimate. Sighing, Amadeo scanned the letter, getting through it in a matter of seconds.
An eyebrow rose in indignation as the words slowly sunk into the male’s mind. Wait, had he read that right? This wasn’t some sort of sick joke, was it? He felt the need for clarification, and so he reread the letter. This time, he heavily analyzed each word, possibly looking for a double meaning that he had perhaps missed the first time. A frown began to form on his face. No, there didn’t seem to be any tricks to this. It was just straightforward, blunt, and straight to the point, not to mention unbelievable. Right, he should be flattered to be able to be chosen for an honor such as this, but somehow instead, he felt rather disoriented. Must he be piled on with even more work? The extent of his stamina was reserved for the first year ladies and sometimes those senior, but that was about it. He’d serve them, primp them, feed them, clothe them, and even sometimes have to keep them company while they slept! But this, wasn’t this a little too much? Now he had to train another butler, too? He still expected some hidden camera to pop up any moment now.
Realizing that this was no reality show and that there would most definitely not be a way out of this mess, Amadeo sighed, embittered. Ah, well, there was nothing he could do. If it was a request (order) from the Headmaster himself, he could squirm himself out of it, despite how reluctant he was. Pulling out the pocket watch that hung ever present in his left pocket, the butler quickly skimmed that time to be nearly midnight. It was now the scheduled time, and somehow he felt like skipping out on this. Really, there went his sleep. This day had been troublesome enough, without getting even an hour of rest. He might have been a high class butler, but he was still human, really. But there was no sense in complaining now. With a heavy sigh, Amadeo pushed himself off the bed and made his way towards the main halls of Stella Fiore Academy in (sarcastic) hopes to find his so-called “apprentice” faster to get this over with.
Black shoes clacked against the linoleum floors as Amadeo regarded subconsciously the silence, the complete and utter silence. Nothing. There really was no sound. Well, that was to be expected. After all, the ladies had a curfew and he was sure that midnight just wasn’t it. That was one good thing about this soon-to-be experience so far. He had a feeling it would be the only one.
As he made his way towards the main halls, he happened to pass by the lounge, a large, spacious room that was more extravagant than necessary. Expecting nobody to be there, the butler was rather taken aback by the presence of another body in the room. An eyebrow rose as he watched the man’s awkward actions, as though he was unsure of exactly what to do. Suddenly, a feeling of surprise and fear overcame the butler, and he quickly rushed over to the man’s side, grabbing the bottle of greenish liquid in his hand. His red eyes were blazing, piercing, as he bore into the unknown man’s. “Just what are you doing? Are you insane, or just utterly incompetent? Don’t know what this is?” He gestured towards the wooden table, now slowly turning a dark black shade of color. “What is wrong with you? Can’t you tell what a shoe after-shine is? [/color]” Grumbling, Amadeo threw the bottle to the side, careful not to spill, and hurriedly wiping off the black matter with a rag moist with paper. When he’d finished, his eyes once more turned their gaze to the man’s. “ Do you want to tell me who you are, and what you thought exactly you were doing?[/color]” He wasn’t particularly enraged or anything, just extremely irritated. However, the problem was that most people couldn’t tell that apart with him.[/color] [/size][/font][/blockquote]  tag ; ; nar~
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Post by NICODÈME CORBIN DEVEREAUX on Mar 12, 2010 21:10:49 GMT -5
cause this is the real thing [/i][/color] ,[/size] love changes everything *[/font]
( THIS IS THE NIGHT WHEN EVERY HEART'S EXPLODING! )
[/center] Nicodème had smelled something odd when he was cleaning the wood with the solution. Was it reacting with the wood? But Nick hadn’t noticed anything odd on the wood he had just wiped down. Or maybe he was just not paying close enough attention. After all, it was getting late, and Nick was rather tired.
His attention was taken away from his cleaning duties when he heard the faint clicking of shoes as someone stepped into the lounge. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed a darkly dressed figure. Another butler? Nick felt queasiness in his stomach, realizing the other might be here to observe that he might be doing his job correctly. He wanted to take a look at whoever the man was, but decided it might be better for his record if he just got to work. However, that idea was finished when someone swiftly grabbed the bottle out of his hands. The boy swung around in surprise, coming face to face with what was definitely another butler. His eyes widened for a few seconds, giving him the appearance of a lost kitten. Fully looking at the man in front of him now, Nick could see from the other’s impeccable appearance that he was most likely a very high level butler. Not to mention, he was taller and more intimidating than Nicodème. He also looked incredibly angry.
“U-um…” Nick started to explain his mistake, but was quickly cut off as the other man began to reprimand him. He felt a blush slowly creeping up his neck and onto his face. Of course he should have known what the different solutions were—after all, he was an excellently trained butler. But having someone else point that out was completely embarrassing. The boy hung his head and tried to avoid looking into the other’s eyes. He turned towards the table which was now starting to turn into a rather deep, black colour. He started to reach for the paper towels, but stopped as the other man had already started wiping the table off.
When the other directed his attention toward Nick again, the boy took a step back. He glanced timidly at the other man’s face before dropping his gaze once again. He focus his attention to the buttons on the other man’s shirt. This had been one of the first jobs he had been assigned to do without assistance, and already he was completely messing it up. There would be no way he could hope to be assigned to a Lady at this rate. Nick once again bit his lip in nervousness. Would he ever be able to handle a job on his own? What if he was doomed to life as a regular butler, and not one of the special ones at this school? The boy shook his head, deciding he was thinking much too far ahead. After all, this was only one mistake.
“Nicodème Devereaux, s-sir,”
[/b] Nick answered, his head tilting slightly up. He was still hesitant to look into the other’s eyes, afraid that he might see disapproval in them. The boy continued, “I’m a Class A butler, sir, just transferred into the school. I was assigned to clean out the lounge as part of my first independent job.”[/b] He the last lines more out of politeness than anything. Nick was sure that from his amateur mistake, the other man could tell he was still inexperienced with these tasks. The boy felt the need to move around, but decided it best to keep perfectly still. Nick had two bad habits when he was nervous—one was that he would always fidget, and the other was that he would bite his fingers. Even now he was straining to keep his hands in place at his sides. Glancing down at one hand, he noticed a small black stain one silk glove. It was from the cleaning solution, of course. Nick frowned, knowing that there would be no way to get that stain out. He would have to have his parents send another pair of gloves for him to wear. Nick realized that silk gloves probably were not the most practical thing for a butler to wear, especially when he was cleaning, but he could not do anything about it now. Nick suddenly realized he had yet to apologize for his mistake. Straightening up and turning his gaze on the other man’s eyes this time, he hurriedly explained in one breath, “I’m terribly sorry for damaging the wood, sir. I wasn’t sure what solution would be the proper one to use.”[/b] As soon as he was finished with the apology, the boy’s gaze dropped again, this time even lower to focus on the other man’s shoes. He had wanted to add that no one had taught him how to identify one solution from another, but decided it would be best not to try and pin the blame for his mistake on someone else. A dignified butler should always admit their own faults. Besides, Nick didn’t want to make himself seem any more incompetent than he already had. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/font][/size] * Amadeo TAG
* 850 WORD COUNT
* justlikefalling @ caution 2.0! TEMPLATE CREDIT
* real thing, boys like girls! LYRICS
* Hahaha, awww. <3NOTES
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Post by AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE on Mar 13, 2010 1:52:09 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - [/b][/size] - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/size][/center] Some would call it an obsession, one could call it compulsion, one could call it fascination, and yet someone could call it a fetish. However, those were not appropriate words to describe the reason for the butler to act the way he did. Did he overreact to such a simplistic situation? He would prefer not to think so. But from an outsider’s point, one could say otherwise, the way he forcefully removed the cleaner bottle from the hand of the other stranger, in an obvious annoyance that could almost attributed to anger. For what possible reason could overreact to something as simplistic as a cleaner bottle? Wasn’t it nothing more than a mistake? Yes, it was a mistake, a very simple one, and so was the answer to his irritated response. It was his job. You might ask, his job? Yes, a job full of duties, a life filled with nothing but listening to orders and completing them. He’d grown to enjoy this life, that no matter how pathetic it sounded, he would die for the honour of this career. He’d mastered every possible aspect of it. An art, as it was, although someone might argue that being a butler was nothing more than a demeaning career for those who wanted to be bossed around. But such was not the case. It was more than that, at least to him, and he would not tolerate any badmouthing or idiocy for those in the art, This was why such an easily simplistic matter as this was made to be something like the end of the world for him.
With angry eyes, Amadeo had abruptly wiped off the remaining “cleaner” that this incompetent moron had so callously sprayed all over the tables and mostly everything else in the room. A well-trained butler could tell what this substance was just by looking at it, and if he couldn’t, one merely need to smell it to be able to tell it was for the purpose of something other than furniture of wood. As he was slowly and gently rubbing off the remaining bits and remains of the cleaner, he had some time to himself to organize his thoughts, which at that moment had been rather shaken by the man’s previous act. The blasphemy! Was he just purposely mocking him, or to have some fun for himself? Because it wasn’t really that funny to him; in fact, it was the farthest thing on the spectrum from hilarious. As crimson optics narrowed and inched themselves closer to the tabletop, Amadeo let out a sigh of relief. The black had just started to appear, and that meant the wood wasn’t too damaged. He had come here in the nick of time. If he had come any later... he shuddered at the possibility.
Now the butler clad in black stood up straight, a regal appearance usual for him even this dead in the night. He turned towards the person who had nearly caused him a heart attack, his first words coated with extreme disdain, irritation, and some hints of fury. He awaited patiently for the reply, his breath coming in gasps but easily controlled within a few seconds, his blood still pounding and his pulse racing. Nicodème Devereaux. The name was familiar to him, and why wouldn’t it be? It was, after all, the name that had been marked all over the letter he’d receive but a few moments, the one thing that had dashed his hopes of getting a longer night’s sleep. Ah, but he wasn’t complaining about the lack of sleep; those were the breaks of being an F class butler, and that was something he brought onto himself and thoroughly enjoyed. However the prospect of being robbed of this hygiene by someone else was another matter entirely. Yes, Class A butler; his transcripts were included in the letter as well.
With an exasperated look on his face, two slender gloved fingers made their way towards his face, his pointer and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a sigh, his eyes closed. Well that explained everything, from the blatant lack of disregard to the furniture, to the unpreparedness of materials (his gloves? How inappropriate) and finally to his lack of knowledge to the different types of cleaners. That appeased him, but only somewhat. Nicodème, after all, was still responsible for his own lack of knowledge. “Of course you are.” He paused, his voice heavily dripped with sarcasm and some exasperation. “You know you were supposed to meet me in the main hall and await for further instruction. Were you so excited for your cleaning job? [/color]” He opened his eyes, and turned about, his back now to the man as he went to gather the rest of the cleaning materials. As he did so, he muttered under his breath, “ Tch. They just let anyone into the school these days...[/color]” It was muttered yes, but it was loud enough to be hard by the male, no doubt. Talk about being tactless. “ Alright[/color]”, Amadeo started, turning back to Nicodème, two cleaners in each hand. “ I guess there’s no better time to start than now. My name is Amadeo, and I’ve been assigned to be your mentor.[/color]” He stressed the last word with obvious dislike. “ First thing’s first...[/color]” His eyes strayed to the gloves resting themselves around the other male’s hands. “ I think you should have enough common sense to know that those are not appropriate for cleaning.... Your lack of knowledge astounds me. Before we even start, I will tell you know that I am not a forgiving teacher. Any mistake will be punished heavily. Do you understand? Now then...[/color]” He placed the four cleaners in front of Nicodème. “ What do you know about these?[/color]”[/color] [/size][/font][/blockquote]  tag ; ; nar~
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Post by NICODÈME CORBIN DEVEREAUX on Mar 13, 2010 18:37:38 GMT -5
cause this is the real thing [/i][/color] ,[/size] love changes everything *[/font]
( THIS IS THE NIGHT WHEN EVERY HEART'S EXPLODING! )
[/center] Nick felt his face getting more and more flushed by the second. He wanted to go crawl under some rock and not come out for a few days. Of course, his tutors had covered how to distinguish different types of cleaners when he was still training as a butler. But Nick had never been adept at those kinds of things. He wasn’t the type of butler who could easily do manual labour. He was more the aesthetic type—he could arrange pretty bouquet or make a finely decorated cake for his Lady. But anything that required scrubbing, mopping, or anything along those lines, he was completely lost. Now, the teenager was really wishing he had paid better attention when his tutors had lectured on cleaning.
The quickly glanced at the table for a second. The black had mostly come off, and it seemed to have left a few marks, the table was not too badly damaged. At the most, it would need to be re-varnished. Nick breathed a sigh of relief. At least that meant he wouldn’t be too fiercely reprimanded by the higher ups. Maybe some extra nighttime rounds, but that was the most he would get as punishment. Actually, Nick was more worried about what the man he was talking with right now might do. Although the other butler appeared calm, Nick could sense the anger emanating from him.
At the man’s comment, Nick seemed confused for a moment. Wait for him? Actually, now that the boy thought about, he had received a letter dictating that he was supposed to wait for a higher class butler to give him instructions before he started his job. But he had gotten so caught up in the excitement of receiving his first important job, that he had forgotten all about it. And what had that lead too? A mistake that could have turned out to be very serious. “Sorry, sir! I completely forgot,”
[/b] he replied, still staring intensely at his own shoes. He was not about to bring his face up any time soon, as it was still a tomato-red. He heard the snide comment too, and felt a sting go through his body as if someone had stabbed him in the stomach. Nick had been trained by some of the best tutors money could buy, and having someone related compare him to an untrained commoner picked off the street hurt. He felt the need to say something bad—some snide, sarcastic comment—but decided the best thing to do in this situation would be to remain silent. After all, he didn’t want to incite any more anger than his mistake with the cleaner already had. At the next comment, Nick’s eyes widened slightly in interest. He looked up now, meeting the other man’s gaze for the first time. A mentor? The boy’s face seemed to brighten up a little. He had actually wanted a mentor for some time now. There were so many confusing aspects to being a butler, having someone experienced to help him would be very beneficial. He wanted to say ‘Nice to meet you’ to the man, but felt that was somehow inappropriate. Besides, by the way the other had voiced the word ‘mentor’, Nick doubted the other was glad to meet him as well. “Sorry, Amadeo, sir. I promise I’ll have better gloves next time, sir,”[/b] he answered. His voice had lost that sheepish tone and now seemed a lot livelier and happier. Nick wanted to smile, but forcefully kept a neutral expression. After all, he didn’t want to give Amadeo the impression that he had already gotten over his mistake. Nick felt like he was in a military academy as opposed to going through butler training, with the way the other man talked to him. And all these ‘sirs’ made their conversation even more like one between a drill sergeant and a new soldier than one between two butlers. Nick was not surprised when Amadeo mentioned he would not be forgiving. In fact, what was more surprising was that the other man had not already punished him for the mistake with the table. Despite that, Nick was glad he was getting some training. He was the kind if boy who would always look at the bright side of a situation. So what if his mentor was a drill sergeant-like butler? At least he would be receiving some valuable information on how to become a better butler. And that would all pay off in the end once he was assigned to a single Lady. Besides, Nick was a jovial lad—his personality could counterattack any animousity that Amadeo might send his way. Taking a look at the four cleaners set before him, the boy paused for a second to contemplate them. They were all different shades and the containers had different capacities of each liquid. Unfortunately, none of them had labels. Nick bit down on his lip again as he tried to remember what they were; he did not want to end up making another stupid mistake, at least not right after he had already made one. “Uh, um…this one’s a wood cleaner, this is for windows, this is all purpose, and…this one is for bathroom tiles, I think,”[/b] he answered hesitantly. He was pretty sure about his answers, though once again knowledge of various cleaning chemicals was not one of his strong points. Nicodème turned his attention back to Amadeo, waiting for a clue as to whether he had been right or wrong. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/font][/size] [/i][/size][/font][/right]
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Post by AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE on Mar 14, 2010 9:50:14 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - [/b][/size] - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/size][/center] What was the world coming to? Was it now filled with imbeciles that had sprung over the night? Or was it just his good fortune that he seemed to be attracted to some such people in that category, or would it be that they were magnetized towards him? Exasperating to be sure, but it was something in which he had no right to complain about. Complaining would do nothing; it would not change the course events that had no doubt already spiralled themselves into existence. It was like game of dominoes, where once the first was set down, the pieces would all fall slowly, one by one, faster and faster, until finally, it would come to the ultimate end. But until such termination, all one could do was observe the course of events, and live with it, and do the best they could do with what had been handed to them. No matter how obstinately idiotic and moronic it was.
He was embarrassed, even a man remotely disinterested with his feelings like Amadeo could tell that much. Casting a demeaning look upon the other, it served to further dampen the youth’s spirits. The look said it all; the vague disappointment he felt towards the other, and the incomprehensible irritation at the other’s, simply put, stupid actions. ‘He would do well to be embarrassed; at least he knows he’s done something wrong and admit it... unlike all these other “unsuitable” butlers here’, he thought, at least having some sense to keep that thought to himself. As long as the other would admit he’d done wrong, then he could not penalize the man. After all, if it was not already obvious, the first step in learning something new was to admit committing mistakes the first time on, then learning from them. That was how one grew, and would continue to progress. Even one such as himself always had that room to improve.
Sighing, Amadeo dismissed the lad’s comment about forgetting about the initial meeting time and place. There was no point in arguing the matter any further and scolding him; he’d already shown his incompetence in the matters of simplistic cleaning, so forgetting something like this wouldn’t be too off the mark. Ah, but if he only knew it would someone so inept, he’d have prepared himself better than this. Or at the very least, he should have been given some forewarning, instead of sending him a letter of the agenda on the night of. Not only did it catch him off-guard (which was something he absolutely despised), but having him at such a vulnerable state was bound to get him easily riled up. “... It’s fine”, he said, his voice displaying some signs of giving up. “Just... pay more attention next time. One part of being a butler is being scheduled and tidy. If you were taking that test right now, you’d have already failed. [/color] An almost dismayed look crossed over the usually blank man’s features as he saw the enlightened look in the boy’s eyes as he spoke of being a mentor. He could already see the rays of hopes and excitement behind those purple eyes, those not unfamiliar to youth who had never seen the darker side of life. A dark look flashed upon the male’s features, one that held nothing but cold disregard for those who happened to see him in that state at that second. In it betrayed, if only for half a second, the horrible past that he’d had to endure as a child, cold fury behind those already crimson and blood-red eyes. But as quickly as it had it, it disappeared, replaced instead by the original one of dismay. He would not reveal such a weakness to a stranger, let alone an incompetent one at that. If he had learned anything in his life, showing weakness could prove to be fatal. “ That’s fine. Remember next time, and wipe that smug look off your face. And as I have told you before, preparedness is an important aspect of being a butler. What happens if your lady has requested something of you beforehand, and you forget the next day? Do you understand what sort of complications could occur from such a situation?[/color]” The voice was scolding, like one a parent used for a child who had been caught taking food from the cookie jar. Ah, but this was only appropriate. Amadeo may not have known how to be a “mentor”, but he knew the power of words alone, and forced persuasion was usually the key to do things right. Amadeo placed the four containers in front of him, and awaited the lad’s reply with exaggerated impatience. After what seemed to be an eternity, Nicodeme’s shaky reply came, coupled no doubt with uncertainty. A stunned moment of silence accompanied the response, of which the butler’s red eyes bore into the male’s, his own narrowing as though trying to understand him. Did someone as mentally incompetent really exist? From the outside, it would look as though he was about to congratulate the lad, but really, warring conflicts raged on inside. The tension hung in the air for a second or two, before he finally spoke. “ You were right... if you had completely switched the order around, from left to right instead of vice versa. We might have to start with step one, after all[/color],” he said, his tone condescending. “ Now then.[/color]” In a brisk manner, he quickly rearranged the four bottles, this time in a different order. “ Do it again. We’ll see how good your memory just is.[/color]”[/color] [/size][/font][/blockquote] tag ; ; nar~
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