hollower | ☠ 6th Haunt ☠

[It's near noon, and Perona's just gotten out of bed. Still groggy, she rubs her eyes and nearly trips over her journal on the way to the bathroom to wash up. The jolt from her foot initiates the video feed and Perona grumbles, picking up the journal and tossing it carelessly onto her bed where it lays open and records a nice view of the young woman in her white, ruffly pajamas and messy hair as she stretches and bumbles her way towards her bathroom, yawning loudly. Ugh...waking up is so hard...and its started getting colder now, too.

The sound of running water and splashing can be heard off in the distance for a few minutes before Perona returns, looking a little more alert. Her bangs have been clipped back and she's rubbing her face with a washcloth, tossing it in the corner when she's finished.]

Mmmaah...what should I wear today? I don't have enough clothes for this kind of weather... [Perona whines.] If only some of my cute and elegant clothing got dropped off here, too. I wouldn't have this problem! And there's never anything I really like in the shops. Bleeeh...these people don't know class. Maybe I can make a few thing again, but I'll need a sewing machine and good fabric... If there were a specialty store, maybe...

[And where the hell will she get these things, though? Uuugh, this honestly sucks! Why can't there be a shop that specifically sells gothic lolita style clothes? Or cute things! Soft pastels with ruffles and lace and good, quality boots! She really has to turn these stores inside out to find something nice. Hell, even a decent sweater and coat, or just a shawl.

With a defeated sigh, Perona flops backwards onto her bed, the journal bouncing slightly, and kicks her feet off the edge of her bed.]

Aaahh...I don't want to go out! I should shop, but if it's cold, I just want to sleep all day...and drink cocoa...and have a bagel sandwich... And someone tall and handsome to serve it to me.

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[And he just stumbles along helplessly, keeping his eyes closed the entire time.]

Do not worry, Perona-san! I will remain in here and continue to be disgusting! Please, do as you must!

[Fuming, and still dripping wet (especially from her hair), Perona drops Lee on the floor of her kitchen and stomps back to her room to properly dry off and change. She's out in just about twenty minutes, having haphazardly thrown together a comfortable outfit just for the moment - gray denim skinny jeans and a black, loose sleeve shirt that has RIP printed over the chest and white ruffles at the sleeves.

Her hair is still a damp, messy tangle of pink waves and curls, and...gasp, she doesn't have any make up on, either. Perona didn't have time to put on any, not even her eyeliner. A rare sight to behold, feel lucky, Lee.]

Are you finished, green monkey?

Er! [He glances nervously at her quickly to make sure that she's wearing clothes. And he quietly pushes at the tray, which he's placed on the nearest table.]

I AM FINISHED! PLEASE ACCEPT YOUR ORDER, MISS!

[Order? What ord--oh. Oh, right. In all her flustered frustration and fury, Perona completely forgot about her food. With a glance back at Lee, she approaches the tray and has a seat before it.]

I'd almost forgotten... I hope the food is better than the service. [AND SHE BEGINS TO EAT. Do you feel the pressure weighing down on you yet, Lee?]

I... I hope so, too! I hope that it atones for my mistakes, and that it helps you feel more youthly!

[He watches on apprehensively.]

[Oh for the love of--! Perona sighs and picks at her food carefully. It's not bad - in fact it's pretty good - but it's nothing spectacular, either. Really, the food is just that - food. At the least he got it right, and she's satisfied hunger wise. Quality could have been better, but...eh, the quicker he gets out, the better her day will become.]

Eeeh...it's acceptable.

[He makes some quick, apologetic bows.]

Yes, thank you! I am very glad that you have accepted them!

Mmh. [Perona nods, then shoos him off with wave of her hand. Really, she has no further use of him. She may have had him follow her around carrying her things while she went shopping had he performed this task well, but...eh. She'll get someone better, and cuter.]

You can leave now.

[He gives a thumbs up and a shining smile.]

Very well! In the future... I shall be truly efficient in serving you! This has been an honor! For now... farewell, Perona-san!

[And so he dashes off at that moment, to throw himself back out her window.]

[Aaaaand...there he goes, out the way he came, like a baboon. Perona grimaces after he's completely gone, her face falling completely into a look of pure grief. Ugh, may they never come into contact again, he was such a bumbling idiot and not even one little bit cute! He couldn't even make a decent servant. How pitiful.

Hopefully she never sees his face again for a long time. She can at least quietly hope for that...or avoid him like a fatal disease. Goodbye and good riddance.]

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