Maid Just For Him. {PAFP} I'm Sure I Am- Or am I? No? What Does It Even Mean?

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    Bree gave a warm smile at his words, and blushed slightly at his kiss. She felt a little disappointed when he went away, though just made her way to a seat, sitting down as she sigh gently.

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    Honestly, I need to get a my game with plots for this thread, but I have nothing at the moment. So sure, let us timeskip! Will you do the Honor's in starting?

    OOC: Okay :)


    IC: The following morning had brought a great deal of headaches and moving bodies. Everyone had simply passed out from the over usage of alcohol or simply that they had tired themselves out. Bodies scattered over the main hall floor and in some rooms as well. Teddy had been the only person asleep in his study room, slightly snoring, his eyelashes curved around his cheek.

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    Charlotte was wide awake, instead of dancing and/or drinking, she just took little naps, causing her to have insomnia in the night. She got up gently, careful not to step on any bodies, and instead made her way to where she knew Teddy would be.

    The light sunlight brushed through the giant window panes as the morning scenes began to flash by outside. Birds chirped and flew around an oak tree located in his backyard. His chest gently rose and fell with each breath, his mouth opened a bit. Resting his head on top of both his arms, his exhausted state was due to the festivities from the previous night.

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    Bree walked into his study room gingerly, as if she were forbiden to be in here, and if she was, well, it's too late now. She looked around the whole place, and then to the sleeping Teddy, whom she went up to to shake gently.

    Subconsciously, Teddy had reached out his right arm, latching onto her own arm and mumbling nonsense. 'Don't gooo...' He had whined as if he were a tiny child talking to his mother. 'I'm gonna be really sad...' His words slurred together, his mind seeming to work without his knowing. 'And I'm cold...' Those words were added from his muffled tone.

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    "Wh-what?" the girl whispered to the mumbling Teddy, she was a bit pink from his words, and tried to shake his arm away, stepping back a little,
    Perhaps it was a bad idea to come here.... she thought.