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[Dawn]

Aleesia was sitting next to Mori, on the armchair, in her usual knees against her chest position.

She was staring at him, hoping those eyes would open. 

Maybe he would call her names, or roll his eyes while sighing loudly. 

Tell her she missed spots while cleaning, or that she did something stupid.

Maybe he'd get upset again. Telling her walking in underwear in front of maids wasn't the same with other people.

That in front of him, it was indecent, and 'unbecoming of a woman of her stature'. Whatever that meant.

He'd probably find things wrong about the soup, or with the way she held the knife to cut vegetables.

But he wouldn't be able to tell how she cut the vegetables... right? Could someone tell from the way they look?

She could imagine him telling her, 'You don't STAB THEM. You SLICE THEM. How hard can it be?!'.

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