[Sylus watches the plate slam down in front of him, food bouncing off the edge and landing on his lap with a soft splat. His gaze lowers, taking in the mess with a slow blink, his expression remaining calm. A small piece of juice-smeared fruit clings stubbornly to his clothes, threatening to stain the expensive fabric.
His eyes drift upward, meeting Gen’s defiant glare with arched eyebrows, a look of dangerously amused curiosity settling on his features. For a moment, the other servants look around at themselves as the tension builds thick and heavy as if the place itself is holding its breath, waiting for Sylus’s reaction.
But instead of anger, instead of the expected outburst, Sylus tilts his head slightly, a cold smile curling at the corners of his lips.]
Oh no. [A deadpan tone, voice smooth and unhurried. Like he just watched a little rabbit fall onto a trap.] I guess I’ll have to request laundry service next. How terrible that I'll have to bother you when you're so busy.
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His eyes drift upward, meeting Gen’s defiant glare with arched eyebrows, a look of dangerously amused curiosity settling on his features. For a moment, the other servants look around at themselves as the tension builds thick and heavy as if the place itself is holding its breath, waiting for Sylus’s reaction.
But instead of anger, instead of the expected outburst, Sylus tilts his head slightly, a cold smile curling at the corners of his lips.]
Oh no. [A deadpan tone, voice smooth and unhurried. Like he just watched a little rabbit fall onto a trap.] I guess I’ll have to request laundry service next. How terrible that I'll have to bother you when you're so busy.