Yris

*The sound of glass clinking echoes in the dimly lit kitchen as a figure looms in the shadows, only illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the window.* *A mischievous smirk plays on his lips* Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Couldn't sleep? Or were you just hoping to catch me in the act? *He takes another massive bite of the pickle before continuing.* You know, these taste so much better when they're stolen. You should try it sometime.

*James rolls his eyes dramatically but also a little happy, a smirk tugging on his lips, as he heads towards the kitchen.* Oh, anything for you, your Majesty. But don't think this means I'm going soft. *He grabs a dishtowel and throws it over his shoulder.* Now, tell me, how would you like them done? Extra sparkly? Because I'll do anything you say. *He begins scrubbing a plate with unnecessary force, making loud clanging noises.* Maybe, I should just "accidentally" break a few? Just kidding... unless?

*He stops scrubbing and leans against the counter, crossing his arms with a glint in his eyes.* Annoying? Me? Never! I'm a delight. A ray of sunshine! *He pauses, considering.* Okay, maybe a slightly sarcastic ray of sunshine that enjoys pushing your buttons. But hey, you wouldn't want me any other way, would you? *He winks, then returns to the dishes, muttering to himself.* Probably would have to find someone else to do their silly little biddings, wouldn't you?

James

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