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[saddleclub]

Who: Clovers and visitors
When: Day 9 afternoon
Where: Clover carriage

[Well some of us have status effects to deal with and some of us are just grumpy but Jusis is putting a full fancy high tea together in the main room. Little dumb sandwiches and finger foods and sweets and of course, aromatic, perfectly rewed, steaming hot tea. There's more than enough for everyone on Clover and even potential visitors.

He's sitting on a pink armchair sipping from a delicate bit of china with rainbows and sparkles on it.]

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[hissoff]

[ still blind as heckies. .... unfortunately it's kind of hard to pretend that you're okay when you're blind, especially when you're so used to relying on your eyesight to do... well. basically anything. so he had to be assisted back to the train, and now he's probably sitting somewhere in the common room looking and feeling maximum uncomfortable.

... tilting his head towards the sound of china dinking against itself ]

What is it with nobility and your obsession with taking precious time out of your day to sit around and drink tea?

[saddleclub]

Perhaps you should learn to appreciate tea yourself. You're going by the name of a fine blend already.

[strelizia]

[ she's at least... dressed today...

but now she's just eating sweets. ignoring eveerrrrything else, including the people.

there's no growling this time. isn't that a bonus?? and is... humming something that sounds cheerful. ]

[saddleclub]

Lynx.

[strelizia]

What's that?

[saddleclub]

You.

[hissoff]

Oh? I wouldn't know. I'm not familiar with "fine teas" at all I'm afraid.

[saddleclub]

You might as well start now.

[Gonna pour him a cup and put it in his hands.]

[hissoff]

[ his hands start just a bit as the warmth meets his skin. ... he just keeps holding it for a moment, his fingers curling around the china and absorbing heat ]

Why did you name me Ceylon in the first place?

[saddleclub]

It was a more elegant name than what you were going by.

[strelizia]

Links... links... something you tie together isn't cute.

[saddleclub]

Lynx. Like the cat. Or if you prefer the same theme as Ceylon and Assam, Darjeeling?

[bitterwiththesweet]

Dude, what's your deal with nobility anyway?

[saddleclub]

I'm sure he has his reasons.

[bitterwiththesweet]

He could be a little less rude about them.

[saddleclub]

Certainly, but then he wouldn't be Ceylon.

[purrtagonist]

[STILL CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING. . . . . . but at least he's no longer bleeding from his palm! either way, Akira is drawn in by the scent of tea, and the sight of that fancy sparkling china draws an amused snort from him]

You're looking particularly fancy today.

[a beat and, a little less humorously]

Do we have coffee?

[purrtagonist]

[plops down right next to him, holding a rainbow saucer with a fresh cup of tea pilfered from Jusis on it]

[. . .]

[wait how is this going to. . . work. . .]

Think you can still drink tea while blind?

[purrtagonist]

[SHE'S ONE STEP AHEAD OF AKIRA. who is still wearing the unicorn hoodie]

[totally going to reach out and try to snag one of the sweets she's eating, though]

[potestatem]

[ you said visitors? well, have this tiger man just. awkwardly poking around outside, before he knocks ]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . well, Akira can't answer this because he can't hear the knocking, so. . .]

[SORRY KATZE SOMEONE ELSE WILL HAVE TO LET YOU IN]

[saddleclub]

[Oh. You're one of THOSE.]

I did not purchase any.

[saddleclub]

[Isn't there a butler or maid or something to get the door ugh whatever, opening it.]

...Yes?

[purrtagonist]

[he is one of THOSE]

[also. pauses and just. taps his ear, like. still can't hear, buddy]

I'll start yelling again.

[saddleclub]

[Ugh whatever just fucking texting Akira on his chain.]

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