Your Empty Eyes Seem to Pass Me By - Joe

[anansi]

I'm No Schoolboy But I Know What I Like

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It was a good thing he was alone in the kitchen, or he would surely be beaten up. Anansi had, wrapped tightly around his torso, an apron. It was not the kind that professional chefs used, it was not even all that functional. Now that he officially had a lady he wanted to look nice. He didn't know who his lady was yet, but he kept the letter he had received folded up in his pocket for safekeeping. He was excited to get to meet her. He kept her in mind with his every action, which was why he had decided to use the frilly thing. Anansi hadn't brought his own, so he had to scrounge around through drawers to find one. And, naturally, the only one he could find had lace trim and cute little embroidery. It was better than nothing he supposed. Too bad it didn't match his baseball cap.

The boy leaned over, peering through the glass window of the oven. So far his brownies still looked boring. He was tempted to open the oven up so he could poke at them but he knew he wasn't supposed to expose them to the cooler temperatures outside the oven. Patience was overrated. Anansi leaned onto a nearby counter and stared at the oven timer instead, hoping to gain some satisfaction from watching the digital numbers change. He supposed he didn't really have to be here if he didn't want to. The only reason he was even allowed in the school at all was because of his lady, whom he hadn't even met yet. He had thought it might be fun to make use of his new access to the school, but now he was bored all over again. Why did food always take so long to make?

Maybe he could pass the time by looking for things to put on his brownies. Anansi shuffled through a nearby cabinet, digging through various spices and herbs in search of something good. "Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight," he sang quietly to himself. He fought his way through the stupid herbs until he found a lazy-susan with various bottles and jars on it. "With her Sailor Scouts to help fight,"[/i] Anansi snatched a brightly colored bottle and grinned when he pulled it out. Rainbow star-shaped sprinkles, of course! It was perfect. "She is the one named Sailor Moon!"[/color] he sang the last verse out loud in excitement. Now all he had to do was wait for the stupid brownies to be done.

You Should Have Heard Me Just Around Midnight

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[edmond]

Il dolce suono mi colpi di sua voce!

This place was odd but only because he was new here; he didn't like not knowing where everything was. But at least it was pristine here, nice and clean and everything. Except the stables but horses couldn't help that they were gross disgusting animals who had no manners. The ladies here were sure to be nice little things who kept themselves and their rooms nice and clean. Yes. He assumed this, of course; he hoped and prayed he wouldn't get one that was disgusting and rude and a little brat. That'd suck. He didn't know if he'd be able to handle that, good god. He shook his head to get rid of the thought, but something else quickly caught his attention.

He heard shuffling in the room he was passing by. Joe silently opened the door to peek in and see what was going on. Some guy was... messing up the drawers... and singing a horridly gay song to himself. Joe tilted a brow up curiously at the young man before he leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms, hardly able to stay quiet after the last thing he sung loudly. The thought of him shuffling through the drawers drove him nuts and he needed to fix the mess he made in them. "What're you doing, Sailor Moon?" he teased finally with a chuckle, waiting for the boy to swing around and stare at him surprised.

How old was this guy, anyways? He was going to feel really old compared to, what, everyone here? He probably was a good few years older than most people here anyways. He could see the pedo jokes flying already. "Are you done making a mess?"

[/color] Joe asked glancing down to the drawers he messed up and pushing himself up off the door frame. Of course, Anansi probably wouldn't think he'd made a mess at all since the kitchen was pretty much spotless, but he didn't count as moving stuff around in a drawer a mess like Joe did.

Ah, quella voce m'e qui nel cor discesa![/center]

Count: 336
Song: Lucia Di Lammermoorr- Vitas

[anansi]

Now Touch Me Baby

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Anansi rocked on his foot as he waited. Stupid brownies. He wanted to eat them now, even if that meant reaching into the oven and devouring the chocolate lava. His thoughts of dunking his face into boiling hot cocoa were interrupted by a rather abrupt voice. For a moment he froze, and he could feel his cheeks grow hot. But no, he wouldn't let on that he was embarrassed. He wouldn't allow it. Instead, he decided to play along. Anansi spun around to face the stranger who had stumbled upon him. A hand flew up to his mouth in faux surprise. "Tuxedo Mask!" he gasped. "Don't sneak up on me like that." he turned his head and fanned the stranger away with a hand. Well, that was special.

He relaxed and took a moment to actually look at the guy, not pretending to be Sailor Moon now. The first thing he noticed was that he was tall. Anansi was envious, but then, he was used to it. Just about everyone was taller than him. His hair was a dusty color, and much longer than most guys he had met. He was also leaning against a door frame and watching Anansi. He didn't normally get an audience for his everyday actions, but hey, he was fine with it.

He narrowed his eyes at the question that was thrown at him. What mess? He was very proud of himself for being exceptionally clean this time. He had washed his bowls and spoons and measuring cups and they were all put away. He had managed not to slop the chocolatey mixture all over the counter either. "What are you talking about?" he asked, taking a step backward and untying his apron. He was already making quite the impression, he didn't have to add to it with a foofy apron. As he pulled it up over his head, he took another glance at the guy. He looked a lot older than him too. He just hoped he wasn't about to get a scolding like he seemed to get from any adult that spotted him.

Can't You See That I Am Not Afraid?

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[edmond]

Il dolce suono mi colpi di sua voce!

Joe had no idea who "Tuxedo Mask" was and only tilted a brow at the young man just trying to play it cool. Yea, he had to admit he looked like an idiot now but he was going to be nice and not actually tell Anansi he was a dork who couldn't sing. And was messy, but he probably already got that from him asking if he was done making a mess. Which he seemed to be, that was good. He said nothing as he walked over and nudged the boy over so he could get to the drawers he messed up and fix things like he was some sort of clean freak(he was, he wasn't going to lie) but what a good way to make a good first impression-- act like a prude about a little mess in a drawer.

"Please remember to keep everything tidy in here, okay?" he said totally ignoring the fact that there was not a spot on anything else around here. If there was Joe would've surely flipped a shit. Other than that he looked pretty chill except acting like a finicky old man about something so small. "Who are you cooking for?" he asked Anansi as he glanced to the oven, his tone much more friendly than it had been when he was getting onto him. He figured he was cooking for his lady? Cause it was just a lot of effort to cook something like that for yourself.

And honestly this boy didn't seem like the type to go for something that takes effort. "What's your name?" Joe turned his blue eyes to the younger boy, eying him curiously. He was probably super new here just like he was himself. He did feel utterly pathetic at being 25 and being a newbie butler.... sucked for him, but hopefully he'd go up in rank eventually. Not that he'd ever tell anyone he was a total newbie. He wasn't for embarrassing himself if he could help it.

Ah, quella voce m'e qui nel cor discesa!

Count: 333
Song: Prayer of the Refugee- Rise Against

[anansi]

Last Night I was Dreaming

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"Nn-" Anansi felt an elbow against his chest if only for a moment, and was pushed slightly against the counter. It wasn't the touch itself that bothered him, Anansi was perhaps too comfortable with getting physical. It just seemed odd that he would simply push past him like that. What exactly was he trying to get at anyway? He watched with awe as the sandy-haired man shuffled through the drawers and cabinets, organizing everything that Anansi had messed with. He leaned a bit to his left to look around the stranger's shoulder, eying the cans and jars being filed up as they were before. This only gave the boy an intense urge to start flinging oven mitts and spatulas around just to see if he'd get punched for it. Seeing as he probably would, he restrained himself.

The man turned around, and Anansi felt himself straightening his posture, as if he was about to be told off for slouching. He noticed for the first time that the stranger had glasses. They were light enough that he hadn't noticed from across the room. Not that it really mattered, he supposed. It did make the guy look sophisticated though. Glasses weren't really an indication of intelligence, he knew that, but he couldn't help but think it. He had been raised on cartoons.

What was he supposed to say to that question anyway? "No! I refuse to be tidy! I shall continue to be messy just to vex you, oh nameless man." Anansi nodded. "Ah..yes. Yeah, sure." It didn't sound all that confident, but seeing as how moving a can or two was considered messy, he wasn't sure if he could keep a promise of being tidy. His next question came out as less of a demand. Who was he cooking for? Anansi tilted his head and looked at the oven as if the appliance would magically answer for him. He was a little afraid to say that he was baking for himself, what if he ended up looking like a pig? Ah, like it really mattered. He honestly didn't give a crap if people thought he was a pig.

"Welllll" he started, mutilating the pronunciation so it came out more as "whale". "I was gonna eat it by myself, but I suppose that'd take a while, and I'd probably get a stomach ache. So I guess if you'd be kind enough to spare me the trouble of an upset stomach, I would share with you." he said. "It's actually only got a couple minutes to go, so you came right on time." he said. Or maybe the guy just stalked the kitchens until he saw goodies were about to be done and just "innocently" wandered in.

His name, that one seemed pretty easy. "I'm Anansi Reznikov, A class butler." he said with a smile. He knew being an A class butler was kind of pathetic, but hey, it was better than nothing. "You seem pretty sneaky, hanging out in doorways like that. If you've got some secret identity that you don't want to reveal, you don't have to tell me. But if you don't mind, it'd be handy to know your name too." The boy returned to rocking back and forth on his feet while he waited for the timer on the oven to go off. He wasn't ignoring the guy, he was just impatient for food.

How You'd Be Mine

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