[For days now, Gilbert had avoided Oz's room. The first two days he'd opened the door, glanced the space and let his heart race with the possibility that this had all been a terrible joke played on him, and that Oz had been sitting in here waiting for him to arrive all that time. But since then, he's tortured himself even worse by only walking past the door, letting his fingers linger on the doorknob, and then walking away without ever looking inside. Today, however, he knows that if he doesn't pack up Oz's things soon, they'll gather dust and be in even worse shape for when his young master returns.
And he will return, he's sure.
But rather than the empty room he'd expected, there sitting on his master's bed reading his master's books and invading his master's privacy is one (1) Duke Rufus Barma. A man whom Gilbert has never much liked to begin with.
He stares open-mouthed and wide-eyed, part of him hoping that this is nothing more than one of Barma's illusions strategically placed to confound and infuriate him. Whatever his intention, it's working.]
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And he will return, he's sure.
But rather than the empty room he'd expected, there sitting on his master's bed reading his master's books and invading his master's privacy is one (1) Duke Rufus Barma. A man whom Gilbert has never much liked to begin with.
He stares open-mouthed and wide-eyed, part of him hoping that this is nothing more than one of Barma's illusions strategically placed to confound and infuriate him. Whatever his intention, it's working.]
Duke Barma - what are you--?!