Llewellyn was not entirely certain what to make of Lord Baira's rude yet fierce argument. Was the white haired male truly attempting to convince Llewellyn to act differently or was the young Lord simply using this opportunity to insult the servant? I suppose it does not matter either way. Lady Helena's teachings clearly state that a servant is merely a tool to be used at their master's disposal in a manner of the master's choosing. I am not allowed to alter my demeanor unless Lady Alice requests it. Though, I did plan to speak to a DWMA faculty member later. If the Academy faculty are of the same opinion of Lord Baira, then I may very well need to make some changes. The servant found that he did not like that possibility. Calling Lady Alice or any of his betters simply by name was a thought that left a bitter taste in Llewellyn's mouth. There was only ever one instance where he had called an individual by their name and in addition to detesting the very experience, Llewellyn had later discovered that the individual was not who they had claimed to be as they attempted to kill him. He had to repress a shiver of disgust at the memory as Lord Baira's words halted and Lady Gwen began to speak up.
Lady Gwen's approach was much gentler than her Meister's yet it was quickly evident that she was trying to argue for the same exact thing that Lord Baira had. It was honestly perplexing as to why these two, who were still essentially strangers to the servant, would be so passionate in regards to his behavior and mannerisms. Initially when it was just the white haired male speaking, Llewellyn had found it amusing because he had believed that Lord Baira was pulling an elaborate jest of sorts. Now, the servant was surprised to find that he was swiftly becoming annoyed with this particular conversation. Still, Llewellyn suffered through Lord Baira's second bout of boisterous sharp words that arrived immediately following Lady Gwen's input in silence.
The servant was about to continue his halted task of frosting the cupcakes he had baked personally, a task that was nearly halfway completed, in order to give himself something else to focus on in place of Lord Baira. He was hoping that the distraction would be enough to detract from the growing irritation he felt from listening to the white haired male berate the conditioned behavior he had been forced to adopt. Though, Lady Alice's words and decision to make herself a physical barrier between Llewellyn and Lord Baira drew the servant's attention away once more from the simple task that should have been completed minutes ago. The blond girl's input did assist in easing the mounting irritation that had been gradually growing with every word Lord Baira had uttered. Though, Llewellyn noticed that the calming effect was coming from Alice's proximity, rather than her reasonable request. That bothered him. Llewellyn wanted to leave the kitchen and head to his quarters yet he did not because that would have been rude after Lady Alice had tried to diffuse the situation. Then there was Lady Alice's last sentence. It was not my intention to laugh or smile, yet that is what Lady Alice desires. Lady Helena would have never permitted it but perhaps I should display more than a professional front... It was not a comfortable thought in any capacity, but Llewellyn would certainly make an attempt to smile more. Laughing was not something he would be willing to do again since it could easily annoy and irritate others. Llewellyn was about to relay his choice to his Meister when Lord Baira spoke up yet again.
The annoyance and irritation that he had been feeling moments ago flared up with a vengeance and the servant allowed his already ruined professional indifference be shattered once more. Llewellyn's eyebrows drew together and his normally empty light blue eyes hardened as he moved them from Lady Alice's form in order to glare at Lord Baira What Llewellyn did next would surely have landed him with no food for at least a week had he still been under Lady Helena's employ. "I do listen to my Meister. Though, perhaps you are the deaf one milord. Milady had requested for there to be no fighting and yet you continue to draw out a commotion over a matter that could have been handled in a civil conversation. However, rather than calming down and conducting yourself as a rational adult, you instead insist upon behaving as petulant child." The servant's words were spoken in an even and calm tone in spite of the hot irritation he felt. "Now, if you are done subjecting me to your tantrum, milord," The stress placed on the last word was done in a manner to mock the white haired male, subtly hinting that Llewellyn had lost some respect for the other Meister. "I have a task that I wish to have completed. A task that I doubt I will have the chance to finish while I am within your presence." Llewellyn's eyes then turned towards Alice, his expression smoothing out as he focused on the blond girl. "I apologize for my outburst milady. I will now take my leave. If you still wish for me to join in on the nights festivities, please inform me before you set out for the party." With those final words, the blond haired male picked up the container full of yellow bread cupcakes and the bowl of chocolate frosting before he swiftly left the kitchen area. Llewellyn then swiftly made his way to the room he had been given, locking the door behind him after he had entered.
The servant then set the two containers upon the bed before settling himself on the floor on his knees. Then, Llewellyn started to finish the simple task he had been delayed from completing. I should not have allowed myself to snap at Lord Baira. His behavior and approach was quite rude yet that did not warrant a disrespectful response. I will need to apologize to the young Lord later, after the two of us have been given some to allow our tempers to settle. Llewellyn allowed muscle memory to guide his hands as he continued to think on the event that he had walked away from. He knew that Lord Baira was trying to assist Lady Alice in some way, yet Llewellyn had not appreciated the white haired male's approach. Was that why Llewellyn had become annoyed and irritated? No, if that were true then Llewellyn would have snapped at some of his former classmates during his very first year attending DWMA. Was it what Lord Baira had said? Possibly, but if that was the source of Llewellyn's annoyance then he would not have lashed out as much as he had. A streak of chocolate frosting brushing against the back of his left hand brought Llewellyn from his thoughts. "I suppose I will have to think more on this later." Llewellyn murmured to himself. It appeared as though he would have to concentrate on frosting for now.
Location: Lady Alice's Residence
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