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Post by switzerland on Nov 18, 2011 1:42:50 GMT -5
It was nice to speak to someone who had needed to be told that about his father. It further confirmed that she could only know Basch for Basch. Perhaps the rank or uniform meant things to her as her father served, but that was a lot less to live up to than he was used to. That was the role he had chosen and the assumptions he had voluntarily taken upon himself.
He nodded, “Thank you, I wouldn't want to seem ungrateful.” Basch's parents' staff used to jokingly inform him that it was impossible to know if he liked something, so he had taken to being rather explicit with his opinion if it was positive and not too private of a sentiment. He finished off the cookie.
Basch mulled over the name Beilschmidt in his head. He was passingly familiar with a fair share of higher ranking officers, but that wasn't one he had met. His career hadn't been that long yet and if it wasn't a direct superior, he had limited contact with anyone above his rank and not too many equal or below. “I'm afraid I can't say I do. That's kind of him to stay with you, though,” unless he stood to inherit the house himself, then it was just posturing, but Basch didn't add that cynical statement out loud.
“But at least you're not lonely.” Not to offend the staff, but they were paid to be there and there were social protocols that typically kept some distance between employer and employed. Basch could only go off of his own experience in that area.
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Post by Lili Walser on Nov 28, 2011 20:24:12 GMT -5
Even had Lili known Commodore Zwingli, she would have insisted upon forming her own opinions of the Lieutenant. It wasn't fair to be judged for who or what one's parents were. ... Had been... could have been... For one tiny half second, her composure threatened to crumble again. W-why...?
But the second passed - Lili was too conscientious of her duties as a hostess to allow herself to break down. No, no. Not here, not now. Maybe not ever. She... she couldn't worry Gilbert. He was always so worried about her anyway... it was, really, a miracle she'd gotten him to go to work at all today. She'd wondered if he'd agree, and then she'd wake up and find him sitting at the breakfast table.
"You oughtn't worry about that." Her voice was light. "I don't think you could, if you tried." Her smile, though small, was genuine. "You don't seem like that sort of person." Her cheeks colored slightly. "I apologize if that's too forward, Lieutenant... but I..." Oh dear. "It just doesn't seem like you could be..." Perhaps she ought to just leave that where it stood... yes.
She grasped onto his not knowing her cousin instead of continuing that whole previous train of thought. "Oh... well... perhaps you'll run into one another eventually. Cousin is... rather unforgettable." Now there was a fondness to her tone that hadn't been there before. "... Yes... It is kind. He's rather more of a sibling, anymore, than a cousin. I do enjoy having him here." Even though the staff were paid, Lili would almost consider them friends. It was just how she was... they had more of a friendly relationship than that of employer-employee. And the maids were familiar enough with Gilbert, by this point, to openly scold him. That was something that never ceased to vaguely amuse Lili.
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