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[femininity]

Hey! ...is this thing recording? You've reached Makoto Kikuchi!

Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

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action; w/e neither did i.....

[bellyshirt]

Well, are you a maid or aren't you? [Another kind of dismissive motion.] Can't you at least get an apron or something?

action; good...

[femininity]

Oh, that's true! I can at least put an apron over this.

[ she seems so enthralled by that idea she doesn't really care about anything else as she goes charging off towards the kitchen.

nothing can stop her now... ]

[bellyshirt]

[Luke watches her go, settling back with mixed feelings of victory and apprehension.]

[Is he going to die...]

[femininity]

[ she comes back a little later, proudly donning an apron over her outfit. she still hardly looks like a maid, but... well, it's something. ]

Ta-da! [ and she brings apples. sliced... not too well... with gratuitous dashes of cinnamon sprinkled over them.

well, it's what you asked for look... ]

[bellyshirt]

[Luke looks down at the plate and wrinkles his nose, because he's a fucking gentleman.]

Don't you know how to cut apple slices? Come on!

[But he'll still take the dish, scarfing down a slice, mumbling as it goes down.] I guesh iss pretty good anywaysh.

[femininity]

What? I... I did my best! It's just kind of tricky, alright?

[ frown. well, he does seem to be eating them well enough. she picks one off the plate herself, eating it. yeah, not bad. ]

[bellyshirt]

[He sees her frown; he doesn't want her to just walk out, so he opts to pacify.]

It's not that bad. [And he mops it up happily, so there's that. When he speaks again, his voice is curious.] Hey, Makoto?

[femininity]

[ she seems placated by that... perhaps because part of her is actually surprised he said it. ]

What is it?

[bellyshirt]

Do you wanna be my maid full-time?

[YOU COULD PRACTICE AND GET GOOD AT IT AND THEN YOU COULD LEARN TO MAKE APPLE SLICES JUST THE WAY HE LIKES THEM AND ]

[femininity]

F, full-time...?

But I... I still have something else I have to do. I can be a part-time maid while we're both stuck here, though.

[ sorry luke, being an idol will always come first... ]

[bellyshirt]

Great! So I can call you if I'm in trouble, right?

[Reclining on the pillows. Yep, he can get used to this. He motions to her outfit again.] You're gonna need something a better than that if you're gonna be my maid, though.

[femininity]

Well... I guess so. I'll come running if I can.

[ if she's close enough, anyway. ]

I... I know that much! This was just the best I can do on short notice. I'll go to the store and get something better later. There's a big department store here, right?

iyaaaaan sparkly makoto-sama

[bellyshirt]

[She will have multiple opportunities to test this.]

Yeah! [He chuckles a bit, his grin just this side of lecherous.] We could pick it out together.

sparkling just for you, luke

[femininity]

Er... together?

Well... okay. Maybe you can help me pick a good one.

[bellyshirt]

Yeah. I am the master, after all. I should have first pick of the design.

[Seems legit, right? SOMETHING SHORT. AND FRILLY. BUT MOSTLY SHORT.]

[femininity]

It has to be a cute one!

[ she has very pressing demands. ]

[bellyshirt]

All right, fine! It'll be cute.

[And short--he hands her back the apple bowl, now clean of its contents.]

I want another one!

[femininity]

You... you ate it all already?

[ wow, his headache seems to have gone quickly. ]

You can have more after we go to the store. [ she wants her maid outfit okok. ]

[bellyshirt]

B-but...my head...

[Nooooo Makoto he is sooooo sick and sooooo unhealthy can't you see he is just going to perish without your delicate services.]







[ ;3; ]

[femininity]

[ staring. staaaaring. staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaring.

and not really buying it. but alas... ]

Fine... but just one more time, okay!

[ she takes a few steps towards the kitchen, before turning back to face him. ]

Wait right here. [ and off she goes again, this time in a bit more of a hurry. geez, you're so demanding luke... ]