Sentient Bowtie

"I'll be back for you." (mug to be added)

Mug coming soon! How could you leave me when you swore that you would stay...?

posting to be confused but intrigued

"I see. I wouldn't want to pry if that is the case. Apologies." "...I feel like I may have been occupying you for longer than is necessary. I should take my leave, Morgan." Blake stands to leave, dusting off his pants and cloak as he does. "Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of your company."

”Well, I had assumed. Was it something troubling?”

yaaaaay and also congraaaats

Currently without a face, but what can you do?

"True, but that still doesn't mean I am a butler." "...Is something the matter?"

"Perhaps they do, but I am no butler. Housekeeping is but a small section of my duties for Lord Coel. A more appropriate term for my station would be... an attendant." Blake picks the word out a little too carefully. "I am certain Lenny would be able to answer your question, if you choose to ask him." He points to the bow-bearing boy over yonder. "His bark, while fearsome, is ever worse than his bite."

Willard is absolutely ready to dive right in for their new plan, until he hears that last part - about drawing away the Cross’ interceptors. ...What? Seriously? They were seriously asking him to make a suicide run after telling him almost every mission not to do that exact thing please for god’s sake Willard you’re going to get yourself killed one of these days? Willard can’t even begin to articulate to himself exactly how ironics and annoyingly hypocritical that was, so he opts to instead broadcast a curt “Sure thing,” followed by unconvincingly hidden grumbling as he prepares his

Morgan's companion doesn't seem to mind it, and continues working. ".....All right, I'm finished. Here you are." Blake suddenly says after some time, and hands Morgan's cloak back to them. All of the blood has gone, replaced by the powder (which is now pinkish) that covers most of where the stain was. It looks a little mushy. "As I said, wash it in cold water to remove the rest of the powder. Let us hope you do not get any more blood on it before you have the opportunity to do so."

”She seems so. It’s good to have a sibling you can rely on if you need them.”

"You might have, in passing. I must have missed it." Still kneading the powder into Morgan's cloak, Blake continues: "I couldn't help but notice there is someone else in our group who looks remarkably like you. I assume she is your sister."