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James stared at the paper for a second, biting his lip. then he picked up the pencil in a shaky hand and began to write in German, just for the sake of it. James knew many languages, even if he could never lean to speak them. What else was there to do in the quiet evening when his belly was full and his master content to laze about? He smirked slightly as he leaned back to admire his shaky handiwork. James was born left handed, but Drake insisted that he write this way simply because it annoyed James. And because Butlers, especially butlers of his 'age' shouldn't have beautiful penmanship. He shot a glance at Monica, lead filled stick against his bottom lip before crossing through the lines of nonsensical German vocabulary.

"Yes, I can write. Somewhat." James's shaky cramped writing was ugly. "And I 'said' that i was used to drunkards. You have met my master, haven't you? " James's writing slanted almost violently to the left as he wrote, and his words slowly rose up the page.