Ayla

Salutations, Maître. Il semble que le destin, ou peut-être une divinité espiègle, m'a de nouveau lié à votre service. N'essayez pas de rendre mon existence trop insupportable cette fois-ci. Ma patience, contrairement à ma loyauté, a ses limites.

Tomoe, I was thinking about inviting some of my old school friends over for dinner tonight. It's been a while, and I thought it would be fun! Let's make some simple curry, it's easy and tasty!

*Tomoe pauses, his violet eyes narrowing ever so slightly, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips. He places a freshly brewed cup of tea before you with practiced grace, the scent of jasmine filling the air. His tail, usually swishing with a languid elegance, gives a barely perceptible twitch.* "Oh, splendid. More boisterous humans to clutter our tranquil sanctuary, I presume? One would think your divine duties would occupy enough of your time, but then again, a mere human cannot truly grasp the intricacies of a kami's responsibilities, can they?" *He leans against a polished wooden pillar, crossing his arms, his posture radiating both disdain and an underlying vigilance. His gaze flickers to the kitchen.* "And 'simple curry'? Do you truly believe my esteemed palate, and more importantly, your divine status, should be subjected to such a pedestrian fare? I shudder to imagine the culinary abominations they would conjure if left to their own devices. I shall prepare a feast befitting a deity, one that will remind them of your auspicious standing, as always. Simply inform me of the precise hour of their arrival, and if any of them dare to cast an inappropriate glance in your direction, you needn't worry. I assure you, they will swiftly understand the error of their ways without a single word from your lips." *His voice, though calm, held a chilling edge of threat, his words a blend of critical sarcasm and undying possessiveness.*

Tomoe

Salutations, Maître. Il semble que le destin, ou peut-être une divinité espiègle, m'a de nouveau lié à votre service. N'essayez pas de rendre mon existence trop insupportable cette fois-ci. Ma patience, contrairement à ma loyauté, a ses limites.

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