Alisa Reinford (
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Since graduating from the Academy, life has been..interesting for Alisa, to say the least. She's been kept very busy, since she was upholding her promise to her mother on showing her the proper way to run the company, and it wasn't easy to put in those changes. Though it would have been a lot harder if she didn't have the support of those around her. But because of that, she hadn't been able to get time to get to visit Rean as much as she liked.
Translation: As much as she liked = every day. She did get to visit - or vice versa - at least on the weekend, and she talked to him almost every night thanks to the range on the ARCUS. Just as finished up for the night, she made her way up to the penthouse, glancing around to make sure she was alone (And you never know with Sharon) in order to take out her ARCUS once more and see if she could get a hold of Rean before bed. She was planning on seeing if he was in the area - alternatively, she was sure she could get away for a visit, if he wasn't busy.
Translation: As much as she liked = every day. She did get to visit - or vice versa - at least on the weekend, and she talked to him almost every night thanks to the range on the ARCUS. Just as finished up for the night, she made her way up to the penthouse, glancing around to make sure she was alone (And you never know with Sharon) in order to take out her ARCUS once more and see if she could get a hold of Rean before bed. She was planning on seeing if he was in the area - alternatively, she was sure she could get away for a visit, if he wasn't busy.
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Still he couldn't complain really when he had Alisa by his side like this. He quickly followed her example though, stuffing his plate wiht a wide variety of foods before starting to tuck in outright. Turned out he was much hungrier than he had initially realized too.
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Before she could say anything, though, Sharon emerged again, this time with a fresh pot of coffee, which she poured for Rean, then placed another cup of tea for Alisa. "There. Now I'll go and run a nice hot bath for you, Master Rean. I'm sure you'd like to wash off all of that travel dirt. I'll clean up your clothes as well." There may be a trap in her dialogue somewhere. Maybe.
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He barely even registered what Sharon told him after that. Something about a bath. Still he nodded in acknowledgement before focusing entirely on filling his poor mistreated stomach. Not to say he forgot his table manners despite his hunger but the food was disappearing at a very quick pace from his place.
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Unfortunately for Rean, Alisa missed Sharon's comment as well, eating her own meal with gusto- even though she was treated to Sharon's cooking regularly (more or less anyway), she would never pass up a fresh cooked meal. She was also careful not to mention anything about the product that she was going to show Rean - that she wanted to be a surprise.
Sharon, pleased at the healthy appetites from the couple, turned and silently stepped away to prepare the bath as she had said. Tum de tum~ ♥
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It was a good thing that Alisa still remembered the product since that part of the reason she had even invited him had completely left his mind due to the joy of being reunited with his beloveed Alisa. Really he could be forgiven for allowing that vague detail to just slip his mind completely.
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"Mmm, Sharon's cooking gets better and better everytime I taste it," Alisa admitted, picking up her cup of tea to slow her suddenly voracious appetite. She felt like she was getting fat just LOOKING at everything.
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"I believe you. If only my cooking could be half as good as hers." He agreed with a nod taking a moment to breathe before he returned to the latter part of his personal feast.
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erm. Eat.
Cooking.
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Too late now and not like he would want to take back those words anyway so oh well.
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"O-oh...! I'd.. I'd like that..." To make something for Rean - oh she'd hold herself to the highest of standards to make sure he enjoyed what she made.
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"I'll look forward to it then. Your homecooking."
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"W-well, maybe I'll make you something this weekend~!" Then realizing how that sounds, she coughed into her hand, "I-I mean, since Sharon will be helping mother in Heimdallr, she won't be here to cook all the time."
"Did you call me, my lady?" Sharon chirped as she emerged from the back, where the bathroom was.
Alisa shook her head quickly, "No no, I was just telling Rean that um... you wouldn't be here all the time while.... while we were here ..."
"Ah, yes, that's true, the two of you will be a l l alone." Sharon just. Smiiiiiiled. "Of course if you feel nervous about such a ...risky...situation being a l o n e with Master Rean... just the two of you...and no one else~," did she really have to emphasize it that much? "Then I would be more than happy to stay by your side, my lady. Although I personally think you have nothing to worry about. I'm sure Master Rean is still a perfect gentleman, isn't that right Master Rean?"
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Sharon returned right on cue seemingly out of nowhere at hte mere mention of her name. There was no way anyone could possibly miss that huge cheshire cat like grin on her lips as she recounted how both Rean and Alisa would have all of this penthouse all to themselves. Something about the way she said it though was making Rean's face light up as well and as such he was not prepared for when she addressed him driectly again.
"O-Of course."
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Alisa sputtered for several minutes, trying very hard NOT to look at Rean, and instead huffed at Sharon. "Sha-Sharon what do you take us for! We're both responsible adults a-and Rean..." She glanced at him for a second, then back to Sharon immediately afterwards, "R-Rean wouldn't do anything like that...!"
Never mind that she would -love- to spend a quiet evening with him just cuddled up in his arms. Anything more than that..a..h...she--she was definitely not ready to take a step like that and she didn't think he was either! They've only just reunited after so long.
On the other hand, she ...didn't think he'd mind if they got..a *little* closer...
"Of course, you're right. I'm terribly sorry Lady Alisa." Sharon didn't sound very sorry though, she was just amused. She glanced over at Rean, "When you're ready, the bath is ready, Master Rean." It'll be kept nice and warm and she'll be cheerfully standing by when he least expected it to embarrass him some more.
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"U-Understood. Thank you very much Sharon." Oh how blind he was to her nefarious schemes.
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Alisa gave Sharon a suspicious look, but Sharon only smiled pleasantly at the pair, padding over to the table to clear the plates that had been eaten clean. "I hope you enjoyed yourselves~. I'll prepare a nice dessert for you after your bath, Master Rean. Lady Alisa, I'll be going to your mother and grandfather soon if there is anything you wish for me to pass on to them." She's more than certain she'll be needed for a little while, and this was a fun secret to keep.
"No, it's fine, thank you Sharon." Alisa sighed. Honestly the woman made her -tired- sometimes!
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"Thank you again Sharon for you impecable care and services." Rean said with a relieved if a little nostalgic smile. Honestly this kind of interraction trolling and banter included was something he wished could go on forever.
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Sharon smiled brightly at Rean, "It's the least that I can do for someone so important to my lady, Master Rean. And you yourself are someone dear to my heart." See Alisa, it was easy for Sharon to say something like that!
Alisa is actually a little jealous that Sharon said it so naturally - she wasn't even trolling that much with that statement. Alisa sighed, picking up her cup to take a sip.
Sharon glanced at Alisa out of the corner of her eye, counted silently and then smiled to Rean. "Would you like me to help you disrobe, Master Rean?"
Alisa has a VERY hard time not spitting the tea out across the table at that. That would not be ladylike - but Alisa wouldn't particularly care.
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The fact that Sharon was not trolling with the first statement all that much made the color in his cheeks that much brighter as he tried to find a reply. Luckily that went all out the window when she proposed something absolutely PREPOSTEROUS!
"Nonononononono I'll be just fine!"
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AHEM. Not ... thinking about Sharon offering to disrobe Rean again! "I um..." She should let him go to take his bath - he probably was all tense from his travel and everything else. "Rean -"
"Lady Alisa, if you have a moment?" Sharon suddenly called from the kitchen. Either intentionally blocking Alisa's attempt to say something Important, in favor of trolling her hard, or she actually needed help with something. Hard to say with her.
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"You'd probably best see what Sharon wants before she thinks the two of us are distracted with something else. I'll go take advantage of the bath while it's ready if that's alright."
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