Fandom Black Butler Time!

[CharmingCthulhu]

Grayson backed up from the girl. "So I'm going to answer these questions in one sentence each." He takes a deep breath. "Yes, Yes, Yes, Between a bakery and a tailor in town, I guess so, Sure that would be fine, somewhat, and I guess I could make you a class with Serephene." He takes a deep breath. "So we going to lunch?" He looks at Serephene smiling. Why do I keep on smiling?

 

[macaron]

Amy looked back into the bag before squealing again. "Oh, I'm going to try these on with the dress! Do you need anything, Serephene?"


Serephene shook her head. Grayson seemed to be looking forward to lunch, so might as well go now. "No, it's okay, I just wanted to drop these off. You can thank Grayson for them." She turned to the said man. "Sorry, Amy is very...enthusiastic...and lively. You can lead the way to lunch--I always eat at home, so I'm not familiar with eateries."


Amy gave Grayson a quick hug, practically yelling a thank you before bowing and scurrying off up the stairs.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Who was she?" He asks as he starts walking out the door waiting for her to exit. "The place we are going to is called Cafe Diem." He starts walking down the path.

 

[macaron]

"She's someone I live with," Serephene answers, closing the door behind her. "Is it a popular place?" She walks after Grayson, and is reminded of her hair as some of it falls over her face. She sighs, reaches a hand up to untie it, running a hand through it quickly. She can't tie her hair at all, besides a regular ponytail--only Amy can do such elaborate things with hair. She ties it up in a ponytail, which probably looks like a disaster and speeds up to match Grayson's pace.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Oh" He slows down a bit so Serephene can catch up to him. He glances at her seeing that her hair was in a ponytail, "You changed your hair, how come?" He keeps on walking but glances a little longer. 'The place we're going to is pretty new so I don't exactly know."

 

[macaron]

Serephene manages to catch up to him and tries to control her breathing. "I can't do my hair," she admits, looking away. It wasn't lady-like to not be able to do one's hair. "And my hair was getting in my face." She continues to follow Grayson. "Oh, I see. I hope they have cake there," she says with her eyes emitting a glow.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Grayson laughs and pats her hair, "I can't do my hair either that's why I where a hat." He smiles at her, "I personally hope they have cheese danishes i can't stop craving them since I've been in Denmark." He starts picking up speed. "Let's hurry I'm starved."

 

[macaron]

Serephene looks up at Grayson, a strange feeling forming inside her stomach as he pat her head. She glances at his hat after his remark, wondering what his hair would be like. It looked soft, though.


She smiles, listening to him talk about food, and he suddenly starts to pick up his pace. "Ah, sorry," Serephene apologizes, quickening her own pace. She was looking forward to this afternoon.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"What are you sorry for?" Grayson glances at Serephene wondering what could of happened but it just seems as if she was falling back. He looks back in front of him. "There it is." He points toward a small little building. He runs up and opens the door. "Ladies first." He smiles at her again.

 

[macaron]

Serephene decided not to tell him about her physical problems, and rather, just try and keep up. She watched as Grayson pointed out the building and ran up open the door, trying not to show her unsteady breathing. She smiled, wondering why he was so polite to her...was it because of her riches? By the sincere feeling he gave off, it wasn't likely. It was probably his personality, and with that ending thought, she walked up to Grayson, thanked him and walked in, turning back to wait for the kind man.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Grayson silently closes the door trying not to disturb anyone. He then walks up to Serephene, "What ya' getting?" He asks her smiling.

 

[macaron]

"I already ate, so just want to go straight for dessert," she said shyly, knowing that it wasn't very lady-like. In fact, there was nothing lady-like about her. She disliked puffy, lacy dresses and preferred thin, loose dresses that she could move in. Grayson didn't seem to notice her lack of manners from before, or he didn't say anything about it, which earned him her respect. She eyed the dessert display that sat at the corner of the cafe.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"How about we make a deal." Grayson takes some money out of his pocket, "I pay for your food and you pay for my food." He says this as he looks at the cheese danish, "That looks extremely good! What are you getting?"

 

[macaron]

Serephene holds her hands up in protest. "I will pay for both our meals. I asked you for your time--I should be the one to pay. Think of it as a gift for your kindness." She looks at the dish the male was eyeing. "Ah, that does look good. I can see why you crave it so much." She waltzes over to the dessert display. "Hmm, maybe I should get Baked Alaska this time," she murmurs to herself.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Grayson throws his hands up in an I surrender form. "Alright, you can pay for everything." He chuckles to himself. "When do you think we'll order?" He asks chuckling again.

 

[macaron]

"I'm not sure....would you like me to reserve a seat first?" Serephene looked around, catching sight of a couple preparing to leave. She pointed vaguely, making sure not to offend anyone. "Would you like to sit there? The people there seem like they're about to leave. Maybe then a waiter would come". She looked at Grayson, waiting for his opinion.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Good Idea!" He walks over to where the couple was and plops himself down on a chair. "You coming?" He asks chuckling to himself again. "Waiters?"

 

[macaron]

Serephene follows the male, maneuvering around chairs and tables before sitting across from him. She looks around for a waiter who might be free at the moment, though none seemed to be passing by close enough. Just as she was about to turn back, a waiter comes up to their table. "May I take your order?" he asks.


Serephene looks at Grayson, as he was eating an actual meal, rather than a sweet dessert.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"I think I'll have the...." He looks at the menu really quickly. "Some coffee, a cheese danish, and a salad." He looks at Serephene as he closes his menu, "Your turn." He smiles

 

[macaron]

"Would you like black coffee?" the waiter asks, "or the regular milk? And how sweet would you like it?"


Serephene looks through the beverage section as she listens for Grayson's decision.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Just plain black coffee please."

 

[macaron]

"All right, sir." The waiter then turned to Serephene. "Your order, miss?"


Serephene looked up fr the menu. "I'll take the Baked Alaska and vanilla milk, please. That's all for me."


The waiter nodded and gathered te menus, heading towards the kitchen as Serephene looked back at Grayson. "Do you eat out often?"

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Well, not that often..." Grayson remembers his father but quickly flushes the thought out of his mind, "I don't usually get costumers like you though."

 

[macaron]

Serephene blinked. "How am I different from them? Oh, besides the fact that I asked for your time..." She knew normal people wouldn't do that.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Let's see. You're nicer than most customers, you tipped me even when I gave you a discount, and you're about to buy me a great lunch!" He laughs. "Not many people are like you in this cold world."