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[notsolomon]

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[notsolomon]

Then there is nothing more I can hope for Kevin.

[He takes the cup of tea, content. He also doesn't question how Kevin is doing this all so deftly. Is it natural talent as a butler or magical angel powers? William doesn't care right now. He's actually pretty relaxed, mentally readjusting his life plan to account for this place. Which is... a lot of adjusting to be fair.

Though one thing remains constant.]

Kevin, I forbid you from gambling. At all. [His voice is authoritative, like the head of a household should be. Granted, he knows that his orders will go unheeded in this regard. But, it's a routine at this point.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Most likely, his magical angelic butler powers with a pinch of dumb luck. There are more things in heaven and earth, etc, etc. Regardless, he stretches his legs and looks very satisfied with his work, until, of course, William forbids him from gambling. Again.]

Y-yes, sir.

[If only those were not the most unconvincing pair of words separated by a comma. Please, young master, enjoy your constants for they are here to stay.]

[notsolomon]

I shall hold you to your promise then.

[The promise that will be broken in record time. But well, as long as he can depend in Kevin otherwise, it's a headache he'll accept.]

So, do you think it is safe to to leave yet. Not that I do not mind camping out under the table with you but I do not think I could live here.