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May. 3rd, 2011 01:57 am[A smooth, sedulous voice answers:]
You have reached Claude Faustus, butler to the Earl Alois Trancy. How may I be of service?
You have reached Claude Faustus, butler to the Earl Alois Trancy. How may I be of service?
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Date: 2011-06-06 09:40 pm (UTC)Elliot had visibly jumped on the spot the moment he had heard his name. Shit, this man gave Elliot the creeps. That was completely unnecessary, Claude. Quickly turning around, he glanced up at the taller man.]
S-sir. I came here to thank you-- [If you can even call it that. Elliot realizes what Claude had been looking at before raising it awkwardly. Presenting it to the male, the Nightray calmed down from the slight scare given to him not even moments ago.]
I ran an errand [not even that.] and figured I'd get something for you as well. For what you did for me; I really appreciated it, sir.
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Date: 2011-06-09 04:33 am (UTC)You are quite welcome, [he replies, looking up again. His gaze lingers on the center of Elliot's chest, where his life force does not originate from. Claude has to wonder how long it'll take for the disembodied soul to start rotting.] However, as I've said before, it was not at all any trouble. A good butler should be prepared to assume the housekeeping.
[Peering into Elliot's eyes, Claude takes the bag of food from him. The bag's paper is warm and he wants to hug it to his chest, snuggling it like a security blanket. He refrains for the sake of propriety.]
I wonder which toy I'll acquire... [Somewhat amused, actually.] There was a Lamborghini Gallardo LP570-4 Superleggera die-cast car I had my sights set on. [He reaches into the bag to retrieve a few French fries, which he eats one at a time, slow and steady. His self-restraint is admirable--of course, once Elliot is out of sight, he'll shove everything inside his mouth.]
You have my greatest gratitude, sir. If you find yourself in need of more assistance, please to be letting me know.