, Amicableand It Still WAS. The Bellboy Was ALWAYS Polite And Kind To Everyone He Had Met; No Matter

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 amicableㅤ—ㅤand it still WAS. The Bellboy was ALWAYS polite and kind to everyone he had met; no matter who or what they were. Butㅤ—ㅤmaybe it was those Watchmaker instincts; but he had a BAD feeling about this man. Could such a seemingly benevolent person really be the one trying to bring about THE ORDER unto Penacony ?

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤIf that were the case too, it meant that SOMEHOW Gallagher and Sleepie hadn't been able to stop him. And THAT meant he would have to warn the Nameless he had invited to the Charmony festival. He had to worm his way out of THIS first though. Hopefully he was as cool and charming as his Grandpa had been.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWell, that's OKAY ! If Miss Robin prefers to think of me as an ordinary bellboy, I'm fine with that ! Whether I'm just a bellboy or the Watchmaker, I'll do my best to make Miss Robin and the other Dreamchasers of Penacony HAPPY ! ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤㅤ—ㅤSpeaking of though, I MIGHT need to tend to some guests soon ! I - I hope you don't mind that, Mister Sunday !ㅤ❜

He knew his sister had only told him, as she was unaware of the alter motives he had in finding the Watchmaker's Legacy, but now with the cat out of the bag like this, he had to wonder if the search had truly been worth it. Why had this child installed such fear in the other members? Surely, if this was all, then they had nothing to fear. They could go ahead with the festival and bring about the blessed future they'd been working this hard for. Yet, there was still that slight touch of doubt that refused to entirely fade. His sister's influence, perhaps.

"If I'm honest, I do not believe she quite understands your significance. It was quite a surprise to find out the truth...but also I am quite delighted to finally get to meet you in person like this. Truly, a blessing from Xipe".

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. Of course, it wasn't as if he didn't welcome KIND ADULTS. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He had the misfortune of encountering MANY adults in his lifeㅤ—ㅤand out of all of them; only one of them had been kind to him up until this point. But he didn't want to complicate the matter of bringing his FATHER back to life even further. He had even been been reluctant to bring Mademoiselle Domi into it. It had just been the best idea at the timeㅤ—ㅤwell, until it turned out that it wasn't.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe wasn't used to an adult being THIS concerned over his well - being. Now, he actually had to think. There was no way he could just bring this woman to his actual ' home ' and think she would ACCEPT IT. There was another thing he could do; take her to where his ' caretaker ' lived. He didn't LIKE the idea nor did he like his ' caretaker 'ㅤ—ㅤbut in the very least, he knew that the man was REASONABLE enough to play along and let the woman on her way. The Comté probably wasn't going to be too happy with HIM though.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤIt's a LITTLE far ! I actually rode my dog, Etoilé here ! I probably could have walked it on my own, but I get TIRED OUT easily ! She can take me back if you're that worried, Mademoiselle ! ㅤ❜

˚˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ—ㅤHe had a feeling she wouldn't take THAT either.

"Well, it's good you have someone that is supposed to be looking out for you, but I still wouldn't feel right letting you to wander back home on your own. That would make me irresponsible." Charlotte taps her chin in thought, tilting her head a bit. It wouldn't be too hard for her to escort him home and get back to the cafe without losing much time. Still, she wanted to make sure he was okay with her offering it since she was a stranger to him.

Deciding to be cautious was the best approach, and so she settled to lead into the offer after one or two questions. All this would depend on his answers of course, but she was ready to counter most excuses if she was given any. She was also ready to just safely shadow him if he lived nearby enough with one of her butterflies.

"My cafe isn't really on the more popular main thoroughfare, so I would at least like to know how far you'd be walking. Do you live close to here or far? If you live more than I few blocks I'd rather offer to escort you back." All it would take is one unlucky instance that would break any safety of his previous times going about the area himself. That was the burning worry that had her bothering to offer, alongside a desire to size up just who was in charge of this young boy.

She had a certain instinctual feeling that the boy was maybe lacking proper care. A feeling she really didn't want to overlook.

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‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤOh, only if you'd like ! I'd HATE to trouble you, Miss Miran !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 Miss Miran wasn't capable of the task (ㅤ—ㅤlittle did he know that she actually WASN'T ). He was just a little TOO used to taking on all of the work himself. As he starts gathering up the supplies and the tools, he continued to listen to her words.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤA big buffet ? He'd never seen THAT in the hotel before ! His skills weren't exactly in the dining areaㅤ—ㅤso that was definitely part of the reason he hadn't quite taken a REAL good look there yet.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI'll promise I'll eat enough, Miss Miran ! Butㅤ—ㅤI'm not QUITE sure about my spice tolerance !ㅤ❜

“I had the intention to eat with you. In order to ensure that you’re eating enough.”, she spoke, delighted that he wouldn’t struggle against the idea of lunch. There had been quite a handful internships and employees that would deny to take care of themselves. At least until they witnessed her ‘wrath’ - which was just aggressively shoving them into the restaurant area and watch every single bite they’d take while wearing an unsatisfied expression until they ate enough.

It was rather refreshing that Misha wasn’t like this.

“If you allow me I can help you with putting them away.”, she offered, though in all honesty - she didn’t know where they put the tools. She had her own work, the managers where the ones who overlooked the departments they managed - it was none of Miran’s business, she was just gear that ensured that everything was running the way it should. Which was stressful enough.

“At lunch time we always have a large buffet that goes from bland food to rather spicy.”, Miran explained, even though nobody asked. She just wished that they knew what awaited them, “Though, there is also the possibility to order. We try to cover every guest’s wishes as good as possible.”.