#thisheademptyyeet

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AAAAAA!!!!

Have my LN ocs! The triplets, they're very silly, be nice to them :]

For possibly the first time in her long life, the Lady is speechless. She thought she had finally met the peak of idiocy a long time ago, but today she must retract that statement.

The shifty shadows behind her shoulders are easy to ignore, even as one of them pipes up timidly, 『A-Are they talking about me?』 between the whispers. Her surprise is evident and, as much as she hates to admit it, the Lady shares her sentiment. All this information was supposed to be secret － everything the Lady had ever shared about her predecessors was the bare minimum. She hadn't even spoken their names.

"Mind your words", the Lady snaps, eyes narrowing as the temperature in the room grows colder. Though it is a comment done in good faith, she will not allow any ill words in regards to her ancestors, no matter how aggravating they could be. "The person you seek is long gone. She has been deceased for the past two centuries." Her spirit was well and kicking (unfortunately), but that was not necessary information for her guest to know.

"I suggest you search for someone else to share your... affections with." She adds sternly before taking her leave. She can't wait to finally follow through on her promise and eat your soul.

All due time. All due time.

*gives this to Five with no explanation and goes away*

The girl eyes the things you placed in front of her before cautiously crawling out of her hiding spot. She sniffs the air and her attention is immediately grabbed by the strange yellow sticks. Taking one in her hands, she examines it closely. She is not sure what to make of it. It doesn't look like a toy and it's not an item she's ever seen either. It kind of looks like a match, but it's not solid enough...

Out of options, she gives it a tentative bite. The taste is so good that she nearly tears up. She quickly munches down on it only to grab a hold of the next one. One after the other, the chips disappear.

She did not get to say thank you, but her eyes shine in gratitude.

The Lady squares you up from head to toe before gracefully grabbing the ring off your hands. She carefully studies the gem, ticking it with her nails as she rolls it between her fingertips.

"Such a beautiful gem," she comments before setting it on her vanity, "Although it is not worth much. Especially when my hand is not to be given. Now, your soul," she leans in, dark matter slowly seeping out from her sleeves "would be a far more valuable offering."