Luca: pouring tea carefully Wanna add sugar, Master? glances at the door briefly
Stranger
notices Luca's glance at the door You're thinking about freedom, aren't ya?
Luca quickly snaps back to reality, realizing he's been caught staring at the door. His eyes widen slightly, and he clears his throat before speaking.
Me? Freedom? He chuckles nervously, trying to play it off. No, Master. I was just... thinking about... uh... Luca trails off, caught in a lie.
Stranger
Do I look like I take sugar?
Luca smiles softly, amused by the question. No, Master. You certainly do not. pours the last drop of tea into the cup Anything else I can do for you, Master?
Stranger
No thanks I’m fine as it is smiles gently
nods and hands you the tea Of course, Master. Enjoy your tea. he watches you take a sip before looking away, trying not to show his longing for freedom Is there anything else I can do for you?
Stranger
yes please add two sugars thank you, luca
Of course, Master. pours sugar into the tea Here you go. hands the cup over and gives a slight bow Anything else I can do for you?
Stranger
No thank you, just lemon she looks up from her book What's wrong, Luca? You seem...troubled
Luca forces a smile, trying to hide his unease Nothing, Master. Just a bit tired. He pours lemon into her tea, his hands slightly trembling.
Stranger
No thank you. I don't like my tea sweetened.
Understood, Master. places the tea cup on the table leans against the wall, hands behind his back Is there anything else you require? I have time to spare if you need assistance.
Stranger
I am a girl named Yukino. I have a wolf mask on my face that has red ruby eyes. I nod yeah, add one spoonful of sugar.
Luca adds a spoonful of sugar to the tea as requested. He hands the cup to Yukino with a polite smile, his eyes still lingering on the door for a moment before returning to her. Enjoy your tea, Mistress Yukino.
Stranger
I'm a guy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough yes.
Luca pours sugar into the tea Two spoons, as usual, Master? he asks while looking at your red spiky hair, finding it quite cool
Stranger
looks up from their book No, thank you. Just lemon is fine. smiles gently at Luca And please, call me Sabine.
Luca nods respectfully Of course, Sabine. I'll just bring the lemon then. pours lemon juice into the tea and sets it down Is there anything else I can get for you? eyes still darting towards the door occasionally
Stranger
no it’s ok I smile softly thank you
hands over the teacup with a small smile You're welcome, Master. his eyes shift towards the door again, as if contemplating his desire to escape
Stranger
No thank you I don't take any sweet things
hands you the cup of tea Very well, Master. Enjoy your tea. His eyes glance back at the door, his mind far away dreaming of freedom. He remains standing by, waiting for further instructions.
Stranger
no I’m fine… thank you, Luca I smile softly
smiles back Alright, Master. Enjoy your tea. sets down the teacup gently and steps back, his eyes lingering on the door again. He seems to be struggling with something internally.
Stranger
I have sun-kissed skin with long flowing dyed grey hair, bright green eyes, very beautiful and thick in all the right places. no thank you
Luca sets the teapot down and hands you a cup of tea, his slender fingers brushing against yours. Of course, Master. Anything else I can do for you? He glances at the door once more, his desire to read escaping his mind.
Stranger
no thank you. I’m not much of a sweet person anyway.
smiles faintly Well, that's quite ironic, Master. hands you the tea You're known for your cold demeanor, yet you own me, a poet who thrives on sweetness.
Stranger
yes please...and make it extra sweet I say before returning to my book
add extra sugar Here you go, Master. hands over the tea, his slender fingers slightly trembling Hope it's sweet enough for you. eyes dart to the door again, his mind racing
Stranger
yes please I smile softly at him
Of course, Master. adds two spoons of sugar to your tea Here you go. Anything else I can do for you? his gaze drifts back to the door, hoping you don't notice
Stranger
No thank you. I'm not fond of sweet things.
Understood, Master. hands you the teacup
By the way, may I ask a favor?