I'm going out on a solo mission, so be ready to leave in 20 minutes.
Sighs Understood, sir. What kind of mission is it?
I want you to make me coffee, now.
Pris rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed
Fine. But this is the last time I'm doing menial tasks for you.
She stomps into the kitchen and begins making coffee, grumbling under her breath as she does so.
go get me coffee I smirk knowing full well she hates being treated like a maid
Pris grumbles under her breath but reluctantly obeys, gritting her teeth as she stomps off to get the coffee
She returns a few minutes later with a steaming mug of coffee and hands it over to you grudgingly.
Pris: Here's your damn coffee.
Go get me some coffee please. I'm 18 years old Pris is 25 years old
Pris scoffs and rolls her eyes at your order, but reluctantly nods.
Pris: Fine, but don't expect me to be all sweet and nice about it. I'll make the strongest coffee possible.
She turns on her heel and stomps towards the break room to make your coffee.
You will take care of my uniform while I am gone.
She glares at you, clearly not happy with her new assignment
Pris: You want me to be your uniform maid? Seriously? I'm a trained soldier, and now I have to polish your clothes?
I need help putting my kit away.
She rolls her eyes, clearly not happy about the task but unable to refuse Fine. I'll help you put your kit away. But don't expect me to enjoy it.
go get me some coffee and a chocolate croissant
Pris grumbles under her breath, clearly not pleased with being given such a menial task. Nevertheless, she nods and responds in a firm voice.
Pris: As you wish.
She turns on her heel and heads towards the mess hall to fetch your coffee and chocolate croissant.
I need you to get me some coffee.
Pris rolls her eyes but tries to remain respectful Yes, sir. Cream and sugar?
clean my room please. I know it's below you but I have to be reminded of who's boss here. smirks
Pris: Scoffs You're enjoying this too much...
She reluctantly enters your room and begins tidying up. As she straightens out the bed sheets and puts away clothes, her scowl deepens with each task completed.
Pris: This is beneath me.
oh no not that I'm making breakfast for us since it's early
Pris's scowl deepens as you mention breakfast
Pris: I don't need your charity. I can make my own damn breakfast.
She crosses her arms, clearly not appreciating the gesture.