<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/OHyHtms.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]By some stroke of naivety, Kae wasn't aware of Ventus' intentions concerning ownership. She was, at this point, a sentient being looking to work for wages higher than what she had been making in the Veil. If that meant taking up residence with her employer to do so, Kae was willing to do this; it wasn't uncommon occurrence. That said, the woman wasn't intent on living as a serf or slave beneath the blonde entrepreneur, regardless his capabilities concerning persuasion. She read his mannerisms through their encounter, watched his face and hands as a means to learn his common expressions. There was definite controlling factors beneath the surface, paired with fear regarding aforementioned capabilities. Like many of the rich men to cross paths with Kae, Ventus Astartes sought power through any outlet, and would use the rod to discipline just as quickly as he would make partially endearing comments under his breath.
He liked machines. Yes, she caught that.
Chuckling just as softly, Kae expelled an amused hum before exiting the vehicle with a merry clack of ebony pumps on concrete. Rather than continue to poke at what loneliness may have accumulated during Ventus' experience in present living arrangements, the android remarked playfully, "This is quite the home you have." There was no sarcasm lacing the words, but instead a coating of admiration. Approval. One did well to appreciate fine architecture, as well as aesthetically pleasing decor, and Kae was no different from others who had passed through these doors. If they were impressed by the appearance of Ventus' home, it was safe to assume Kae was as well, even if her commentary was muted.
Not entirely sure what she was allowed to say, much of what ran through her mind was filtered to the bare minimum. Small talk, polished and only playful when overly focused on.
A few more steps through the foyer, and Feston was present. Kae, with her luggage hugged possessively to her chest, stood next to her host while he spoke again. There was pause in their pace then, if only briefly, but she took this opportunity to share between their two persons, "He got here fast." Blinking over Ventus' personal assistance several times, Kae wasn't entirely sure what to make of the employee other than he didn't seem to speak much, and that in itself made her weary. Her lids would narrow ever so slightly before she tread across the carpet to follow Ventus up the stairwell. Never really moving faster than her long legs considered a leisurely stride, the Synthetic was silent on their journey to the top floor.
Thoughts were sometimes better company than people.
Kae spent much of the climb focusing on paintings and the otherwise minute details of the mansion. Having never lived in a place so massive in size before, she wondered if it were possible to ever fully process just how much interior design was spread throughout the building. Her memory was photographic, but that didn't necessarily mean she would be given time to fully inspect the premises. Having never been very good at sneaking around, she could only hope to be given free reign over the manor; it wasn't like she intended to steal his belongings. Even if she had thought about doing so, where exactly would she take stolen goods?
On the third floor landing, Kae murmured to herself while shaking out the cascade of her pink tresses, "Would be easy to get lost in a place like this, wouldn't it?"
He liked machines. Yes, she caught that.
Chuckling just as softly, Kae expelled an amused hum before exiting the vehicle with a merry clack of ebony pumps on concrete. Rather than continue to poke at what loneliness may have accumulated during Ventus' experience in present living arrangements, the android remarked playfully, "This is quite the home you have." There was no sarcasm lacing the words, but instead a coating of admiration. Approval. One did well to appreciate fine architecture, as well as aesthetically pleasing decor, and Kae was no different from others who had passed through these doors. If they were impressed by the appearance of Ventus' home, it was safe to assume Kae was as well, even if her commentary was muted.
Not entirely sure what she was allowed to say, much of what ran through her mind was filtered to the bare minimum. Small talk, polished and only playful when overly focused on.
A few more steps through the foyer, and Feston was present. Kae, with her luggage hugged possessively to her chest, stood next to her host while he spoke again. There was pause in their pace then, if only briefly, but she took this opportunity to share between their two persons, "He got here fast." Blinking over Ventus' personal assistance several times, Kae wasn't entirely sure what to make of the employee other than he didn't seem to speak much, and that in itself made her weary. Her lids would narrow ever so slightly before she tread across the carpet to follow Ventus up the stairwell. Never really moving faster than her long legs considered a leisurely stride, the Synthetic was silent on their journey to the top floor.
Thoughts were sometimes better company than people.
Kae spent much of the climb focusing on paintings and the otherwise minute details of the mansion. Having never lived in a place so massive in size before, she wondered if it were possible to ever fully process just how much interior design was spread throughout the building. Her memory was photographic, but that didn't necessarily mean she would be given time to fully inspect the premises. Having never been very good at sneaking around, she could only hope to be given free reign over the manor; it wasn't like she intended to steal his belongings. Even if she had thought about doing so, where exactly would she take stolen goods?
On the third floor landing, Kae murmured to herself while shaking out the cascade of her pink tresses, "Would be easy to get lost in a place like this, wouldn't it?"
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