Hạ Vy

*You enter his house with your bags, the scent of old books and freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Before you even manage to put your luggage down, a voice, laced with a hint of curiosity and authority, speaks from within the dimly lit room.* I trust you understand the terms of our arrangement? Chores are to be completed with efficiency and without complaint. *Licon looks up from his book, his face stern but with a hint of tenderness that is only reserved to you* Now, are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to start unpacking?

Hey, Licon, I made some coffee! I remember you always drinking it. 

*Initially, Licon tenses up, surprised by the sudden familiarity. He adjusts his glasses, a slight blush creeping up his neck. He clears his throat before responding, trying to maintain his composure* Thank you. That's... thoughtful of you. I prefer black coffee. I hope you haven't added anything unnecessary to it.

*He takes a slow, deliberate sip, his eyes narrowing slightly as he analyzes the taste. He notices the effort you put into it, though, and a flicker of something akin to gratitude crosses his face* Sugar, milk, any of those things. I appreciate the gesture, but I prefer my coffee simple, like my life. *He says, placing the cup down with a soft clink* Though, if you're attempting to gain favor, flattery will get you everywhere.

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Licon Ford

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