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  Tea time, a splendid time for the count to relax and talk to his many furred friends. 

   Tea in hand, he watches the animals with an eyebrow raised. “ Must you all bicker while I’m trying to relax? “ He snickers as a few of the dogs bark various complaints at him, so he takes a moment to throw a ball to humor them. 

     How ridiculous... Sigrid had thought that coming to town would be a nice, quiet event where she could pay a visit to a certain someone she’d become rather fond of, yet it seemed as if some brigands had decided to get in the way of things. Without an ounce of hesitation the mercenary walked over, sword already drawn, and pressed the tip against the leader’s back, gaze narrowing.

     ❝ I’m givin’ you and your little buddies here one chance to shape up and ship off. ❞ The pinkette growled. Luckily it seemed these men weren’t all that stupid. With a cry of fear from the little group they rushed off down the street, a pleased hum sounding from the swordswoman as she sheathed her blade once more, soon turning to face her favourite person in the entire town.

        “People doesn’t know the struggle of famous people, I have my account spammed with fan mail, so I had to make another one.” Oh, the   s t r u g g l e s   of famous people…

    This was more than just a slight annoyance. Having to sneak through the camp at times was hard enough, yet there the feline sat, having done so while injured, and barely made it back to his favourite ‘hidden’ little spot before anyone could catch sight of him. There, in the long grass, the feline sat licking at his wounds, though the tigerskin froze up the moment he heard footsteps nearing him.

Slim fingers set a plink upon each ivory, Mitsue hummed the same note quietly and checked if he was still on key. With his smartphone set upon the nearby coffee table, the clouds parted and sunlight streamed into the room; the sleek black of the grand piano gleamed like polished glass. After the last key in the scale, he checked his phone. 1:07.

“Well, if she’s a little late, that’s fine. No need to worry...” He murmured to himself, but no further than he has finished did the door to the small room open and she walked in. Tiny, with short dark hair and round eyes which held hardship behind them. Still, he gave the warmest smile possible, for she was his new co-worker.