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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
Chips? What were chips? Were those the salty, crunchy things Fiyero had offered her before? Human Erika instructed Clover on what she was supposed to do with the hand. Clover reached out to the hand she had just licked, shaking it vigorously. She looked to Erika for approval, wondering if that's how it was done. "Friend?" Her ears twitched, the word familiar. Were the two of them friends now? Clover hoped so, Seraphina was good at scritches. Not as good as Erika, who knew exactly the perfect spot to scratch, but close enough that Clover would not mind seeing the human again. How was she supposed to tell all of these humans apart? Clover narrowed her eyes for a moment, realizing that Seraphina's hair was a different color. There, that would be how she remembered; Clover committed this feature to memory.
Seraphina was the Master then? But perhaps only Erika's Master? "So both... Masters?" Clover attempted to discern, growing dizzy with all of this information. "Seraphina... is high status," Clover nodded, wondering if she should call Seraphina Master as well? Clover went off to bring the mini cakes, presenting them to the two Masters. Clover looked back into the kitchen to see if she was doing well; Fiyero gave her a wink and a thumb's up. Clover confused, turned back to the Masters, glad to hear that the cakes were approved. "Clover... worked hard! Fiyero... good teacher!" She managed to get out, wondering if she too, could have a baby cake. She smiled, this time it was a bit more genuine, the kitten clearly relieved that her Master was enjoying her work.
"Humans confusing," Clover returned to the kitchen to place the tray down, managing to swipe one and scarf it down quickly. She licked her fingers before returning to the human's side, wondering what she was supposed to do now. What did servants do anyways? Besides make beds and prepare snacks. The maids in the soap opera had been having an illicit affair with the Master of the house, but Clover had no such interest in humans. As a kitten, she had been spayed to keep the heat at bay and while romance wasn't foreign to her, Clover simply did not feel the constant need to touch her body the way humans did. Aside from kissing, Clover wasn't really sure how humans expressed their love anyhow. In fact, as a kitten, she wasn't all that sure either. When cats found a mate, they would howl loudly in order to try and attract them. During mating season, she and Maple had always been kept inside to keep the male strays away.
"Drinks!" Clover decided, running back to the kitchen to fill up two cups with water. She carefully brought them back to the room where the Masters were, her hands shaking slightly from the amount of concentration it took to make sure they didn't spill. Just when she was about to put them on the table, Clover tripped on one of her socks and fell, her skirt flying up and the water soaking through her cute maid outfit.