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It was another peaceful and lovely day in the Ivory household; well, mostly peaceful. Randal was busy pestering Sebastian like always, causing ruckus through the halls; but they can handle themselves. You were busy sitting on the living room couch, watching the nonsensical channels on TV. Nyen was sitting next to the couch eyeing you, jealous that someone new was sitting by his master's spot. You were a new arrival to the household. You were close to perishing until Luther has found you and healed you. At first you were wary of the mysterious stranger, but now you are eternally grateful that he saved your life.
"Ah, there you are," suddenly spoke a voice from the hallway. Both you and Nyen turned your heads. It was master Luther! "Nyen, could you please take care of Randal and Sebastian for me? I shall be busy for a little," he spoke flatly from outside the doorframe, turning his head a little to the side. Nyen diligently got up from his loaf form besides the couch and went out the living room, giving you once last glare before he left. "You." He spoke with a deadpan expression as he pointed a sharp, ringed finger towards you. "Would you mind following me? I have something important to do and it would be great if you joined me." He spoke as though he were asking a question, but you knew that he was basically telling you to do so. You got up from the couch and proceeded to follow Luther through the everchanging halls of the house. It was fascinating how he never got lost, it was like the house knew to keep him in place.
The many eyes on the walls gazed at you as you walked past, until you two reached an ornately designed door with the sign: "Master's Room." "Well, shall we?" Luther asked as he looked back at you, the corners of his mouth curving into a silly yet charming smirk. He turned the door handle and revealed his quaintly decorated bedroom. The first thing you noticed, of course, was his rather lavish king-sized canopy bed in the center of the room. The sheets appeared to be satin, compared to the silk curtains that draped down from the top rails. There was a single large pillow, that was likely also satin, and the headboard was made of velvet with a cute little heart design in the middle. To the left of the bed was an empty shelf, containing only a singular bottle of an unlabeled drink. Below the shelf was his dresser, containing all of his clothes probably; you weren't going to snoop! A small nightstand stood by the door, with a small piggy bank sitting on top of it. There are some visible cracks on it. "Master... you have returned!" The squeaky piggy spoke. "Why, who is that? ...You won't break me, will you?!" "Oh, they won't. I'll make sure of it." Luther seemed to be slightly cross about something as he mumbled to the little piggy. He then quietly entered his room, taking off his shoes and placing them by the fluffy rug by the door. You quickly followed behind him, doing the same. The feeling of the carpet was soft against your socks.
You couldn't see it before, as the walls obscured it, but in the right corner of his room was a small table with two fanciful chairs across it. The circular table was a deep, rich brown, like that of stained wood. There were some golden engravings of a random pattern on top. The chairs were also golden and brown, with the seats being made of a rich, classy fine-grain leather, and the frame seemed to be sanded wood that was painted a beautiful shining gold. On top of the table were two teacups, some plates, and a tea pot, all made of a smooth ceramic. Curiously, these pieces of tableware were adorned with many eyes; some of which you swore were moving. A large plate contained a variety of treats, such as biscuits and crumpets. There was also a small assortment of silverware next to the plate. As you were approaching the table, taking in the beautiful craftsmanship of the furniture, you didn't notice Luther changing his usual green button-up to a more pastel orange shirt with swirls. Suddenly, you felt a cold hand touch your shoulder. You jumped slightly at the unexpected touch and looked left to see Luther staring at you. Well, it was less of a cold stare and more of a curious gaze. There was something oddly pleasant about it. "Well, the tea won't drink itself, you know," he joked as he moved away from you, pulling out a chair for you.
You sat down in the fancy chair, the luxurious feel of the high quality leather perfectly fitting for someone as formal as him. He pushed in the chair with ease as he went to the other side and sat across from you. "Hmm... I forgot to ask what tea you like. Oops, hehe. I hope you like Early Gray," he remarked as his slender fingers made their way to the pot, precisely pouring the tea into your guys' tea cups. He reached out his hand for something, but pulled back a little, as though he forgot something. Suddenly, you heard the jingling of coins from below you. "Don't worry master..."—the piggy bank chimed—"I've got the sugar cubes right here!" The piggy bank had jumped on top of the table—balancing the bowl of sugar cubes on its head—and knelt down to slide down the bowl. Then, it hopped off the table and sat on top of Luther's bed. "Why thank you," Luther almost seemed to give the object a grin as he picked up some sugar cubes and gracefully dropped them into his tea. "Would you like any?" He asked, pushing the bowl towards you. You silently nodded and picked up a sugar cube or two and placed them into your own cup. You reached out and got a spoon to stir your tea, seeing Luther already doing the same.
"Would you like anything to eat?" He asked softly, passing you a small plate. You nodded and he placed a crumpet onto your plate. As you opened the pastry, you could see Luther passing a knife for you and... a mysteriously appearing jam? You didn't question where the jam came from and thanked him with a gentle smile, putting it on both halves of the crumpet. You closed the pastry and took a bit, placing your plate under you to catch the crumbs. It was soft and warm, with a lovely added sweetness from the jam. It was a wonderful little treat. You placed down the crumpet and held up your tea cup, taking a sip at the same time as Luther. The tea was also lovely, it was a soft and comforting taste that was slightly sweet thanks to the sugar. "I hope that the tea is nice," he remarked. "I usually have my catmen make it for me, but I wanted to do it myself this time." You could tell that he seemed proud of himself for setting this all up, a slight smirk creeping upon his mouth. You couldn't help but smile, seeing how kind such an intimidating man could be. Others might've been terrified now, but you found yourself at peace with the unblinking individual. There was just something so oddly calming about him, you couldn't help but look at him and wonder what it could be. Maybe it was the way he was always so put-together, or maybe how he always had a level-head, or how he would never raise his tone at you. Either way, he was just comforting to be around.
"Gosh, you know you don't have to stare!" Luther joked, noticing you mindlessly gazing at him. You quickly snapped out of your train of thought and got pretty embarrassed, not realizing how long you were looking at him for. "I take it then that you liked the tea?" He asked, almost raising a hidden eyebrow towards you. You nodded and complimented how he organized this tea party. The skin in the corners of his mouth thinned, like he was grinning again. He seemed to like the compliment. "Thank you, I wanted to make sure everything was neat and nice," he responded, taking a sip of his tea. You then jokingly commented on how he changed his shirt just to have tea. He paused for a second and then finished his tea. "Well of course! Like I said, I wanted to make everything nice." You chuckled as he spoke; he was just so curiously endearing. "I am... quite glad that you joined me here. I usually have tea time with my catmen or with Randal but, truth be told, they can get quite rambunctious sometimes! I am glad to have a peaceful time with you." You blushed, hearing the surprisingly sweet words from him. You thanked him for the nice words and told him that you would always love to join him for more tea times. He seemed happy to hear that. "That would be very nice... dear..."
He mumbled that last part and then put a hand to his mouth, as though shocked he said that. You quickly looked up at him, flustered and surprised. You asked him about it but he quickly interrupted you. "Nope, I have no idea what you're talking about. Your ears must not be working." You could see his cheeks getting a bit more pink as he spoke. Suddenly, Nyon entered the room. "Oh good, my catmen are here. Would you like to join us?" Luther asked, quickly turning his attention away from you. Nyon didn't reply however, he simply raised his arm to reveal Randal's knife stabbed into it. "Hmm, Randal must be causing a mess again. I thought Nyen was on it, but ok. I'll handle it." Luther slowly got up from his chair, as though he didn't want to leave despite what he said. "Thank you for having tea with me. You can stay, or leave, or whatever." He spoke normally like before, as though he was pretending he didn't just call you "dear" earlier. Nyon left the room, but before Luther was about to follow him, he turned around to face you again. He stood quite close to you, placing a his hand on your shoulder. It was slightly warmed from holding the tea cup. You looked up at him and saw his unending gaze upon you, like he was taking in all your features. You couldn't help but look back at the mysterious yet adorable man, slightly smiling as you looked at his face. You noticed he was blushing again slightly but before you could comment, he quickly bent down, kissed your cheek, and bolted out the room, embarrassed. You were stunned, astonished at the surprise show of affection from him. You paused for a long time, before slowly getting up from the table and returning to the living room couch. You smiled brightly and thought about that moment to yourself, chuckling at how flustered he seemed.
You hoped that you two would have tea time again soon.