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Hmm, I think that this kind of place makes it hard not to make connections in general. You'll probably find this place easier to deal with when you have people to keep you company at times. Be it because you need to lay with them or simply because having company generally is not so bad.

[Wriothesley, despite his lazier dress, stands with back straight and holds himself in a way that implies the man knows how to present himself properly. After all, he had to hold his own as an administrator for a prison. Weakness would make inmates think they can get the better of him.] I just don't care for attention and I have managed with the bare minimum. I used to be on the basement level.

[As they step out, Wriothesley happily points out places of interest in the resort as they walk.] Hah, I've got a bit of a sweet tooth, so I do enjoy my cubes of sugar. [Something Sigewinne reprimands him greatly about. Well, it doesn't stop him.]

I do miss my tea collection at home, but I think I've started growing a respectable collection here.

( It takes a leader to also recognize another. He feels his strength through the fabric as his fingers tighten around his arm. He can excuse his poor execution of attire by admiring his poise and presence. He's chatty and mysterious all at once, delivering only what he should and Sunday appreciates this way of connecting with others. Casual but intellectual. He offers a faint smile up at him. )

I guess I'm not too surprised to hear that based on what you've told me. Attention would put a spotlight on you and this place is already sketchy as is. Humility goes a long way.

We all have our reasons, I suppose. ( If he doesn't rank up, he'll die. And the more he fucks, then the closer he can be to reach his goal and beat the game. Then again, what happens if he wishes to go back to Penacony? What's the point if he's now an exile?
His wings lower some, but his energy remains the same - he's probably as reserved as Wriothesley. )

Oh? Then I'm grateful you're willing to share some with me. We can make it sweet if that's your preference, I don't mind. Drinking tea should be a personal experience, almost a form of art.

Would you go back home if you were given the chance?

It's just not for me. If people want to climb the ranks and for all the eyes to be on them, then that's for them and not for me. I'll leave it to those who want it.

[Wriothesley's gaze is sharp. He doesn't say anything, but he does notice the little things. The slight droop of wings and any minute detail. It's something he tucks away and doesn't bring up. If Sunday wanted to say more, then they would.]

Well, it's a good thing that we can add what we want to our cups and not the pot. You needn't bend your preferences to match my own. I'll send you some of the blends I've grown fond of sometime for you to enjoy in your room. [They eventually arrive at the Early Bird Hall. He leads the other to a small cafe in the area. It's a quaint little thing and they're seated promptly with menus to peruse their afternoon tea service and all the tea options available.]

Of course. There are people who rely on me that I can't abandon. I just intend to see through the goals I've set up here first. [Wriothesley has met people here and grown to care for them. He doesn't intend to leave at his earliest convenience.]

( Sunday will always put someone’s needs first, it’s the right way to weave these pages called life. Always living as the sacrifice for all.

Not even the Early Bird warmth and eloquence can clear his mind of this sinking feeling. Well, if Wriothesley says it’s okay, then there’s no turning back. Sunday hasn’t enjoyed something like this in so long, it’s almost stranger to be seated and with a menu. Normally he’s the one who hosts everybody into his mansion, or Penacony. A cunning smile takes shape as he places the menu down, watching Wriothesley across the small table. When his legs cross beneath it, his shoe nearly grazes Wriothesley’s shin.

One snug move forward and it might. )

Heh— so which room do you sleep in? The basement floor or the one above mine?

I’ll order the blend you like, and we can go from there with our taste session.

I suppose I’ll order some biscuits to try out, too.

As for your goals— what do you seek most here, then?

( Hopefully they’re not spiked with anything. )

[While he seemingly looks over the menu, Wriothesley is quick to circle his ankle around Sunday's to lock their legs in place. There is a bit of a grin, but he seems to be more amused than anything, finding it much like a bit of a game.]

Mm, I'm usually in my current suite. A friend so graciously dragged me kicking and screaming with him, so it feels rude not to appreciate what I had been so generously gifted. [He won't lie that he does like the better accommodations. It's not like anyone would deny that more room and comfier furniture is nice to have. He just was someone who could make do with the bare minimum.]

How about a rose tea? I'm not usually a floral tea person, but I do enjoy the delicate flavor from time to time. We can afternoon tea set. I am quite fond of the sandwiches. [And there's just something marvel about being served dainty, little sandwiches given his size.

He waves for a waiter and puts in their order before turning his attention back.] Oh~? It's a little too early to be spilling all my secrets. This is the first date after all. I can't be putting out too much. [Wriothesley says it in such a light way, hiding the fact that the man was far more tightlipped and that there are certain things he won't so easily speak on the get go.]

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