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While it was indeed true that Ceal was still sleepy, she supposed she wouldn't fall asleep, not right now. After all Arianda was now carrying her out of the room. Ceal blushed a little bit, not having gotten anything to dress on herself, but Arianda of course knew that if she was hauling her out anyway. Ceal vaguely wondered to herself why it felt so much more shameful and naughty to wear something suggestive and kinky than it was to simply wear nothing at all. Outfits like latex, bondage leathers, certain lingerie, they all made her feel so much more weird than just being nude. It was definitely something that made her hyperventilate a bit. She'd not actually ever worn latex though, despite seeing a lot of hentai about it, it made her maddeningly curious, that much was for sure.
Ceal continued to hold onto Ari, perhaps looking almost kiddish while she did so, her flowing golden hair draping over Ari's shoulder and down her chest as well. Ceal contemplated putting it up for today and being totally lazy, but she was at this moment undecided.
Ceal looked over Ari's shoulder, back at Mirja. Only her eyes reached over the bodily obstruction, making Ceal appear as if a bit shy. However, she definitely did not want to exclude Mirja from this day of promise and spoke out to her, ”Silly Mirja, t-taking this maid thing a bit far aren't chu? But.. if you are serious, I wouldn't mind.. if.. if you made up some french toast, I wuvs it and haven't had it in a while and maybe some... milk to drink.” She said to her, almost stuttering on the word milk, her mind immediately going to dank places. Those places made her mouth water which was funny cause, she'd never considered liking something like 'that' in the past. Was she becoming addicted to it? Was it just getting accustomed or something greater? Regardless, she seemed to enjoy it more and more every time, and that was alarming.
Mirja watched Arianda take Ceal away, and wondered if there was some plan the Demon girl had. It was possible, but she wasn't going to tell Mirja. She never told her anything of her plans, hence the ruining of the surprise in the bedroom. "Ahh, but Mistress. You don't need to eat for sustinance, why not eat for pleasure? I can make many good dishes of food that are tantalizing for your taste buds as this girl is for everything else about you" Mirja explained, grinning broadly at Ceal as, hopefully, the blond girl got exactly where Mirja was coming from, and got all embaressed about it.
Then Ceal asked for her breakfast, after insulting Mirja's resolve to be a Maid. it was kind of annoying, but she didn't let it show, and instead decided to get her revenge in another fashion. "Mistress Arianda. I have yet to finish with Miss Ceal's preperations for the day. If you would give me ten minutes, I will present you with a much more coherent and well dressed Ceal, rather than the half-naked girl with bed-hair that you are currently cradling in your arms" Mirja offered, giving a warm smile and softly splaying her long pink hair as she did so.
It was odd how Ceal was feeling so regressed today. Wasn't she an adult? She was acting much like a kid in these moments, her sleepiness and her silliness showing very obvious signs of this odd character quirk she was sure that Arianda and Mirja could both pick up on. Normally, Ceal was just as raunchy as either of them could get. Always generally hyper and cracking jokes too. However it just felt different, and her hot face was definitely a physical sign of that.
”Clothes? Wait... wait, wait, wait waitwaitwait! Why did you say clothes like you underlined it?! You clearly meant something with that didn't you?! No.. please, my heart is not ready.. I don't know what you could be meaning,” Ceal exclaimed, at first sounding confused and incredulous. She even had something of a fourth wall breaking comment in the mix there as well. Regardless, Arianda had said that in such a way that it seemed suggestive, clearly meaning something Ceal wasn't aware of.
Ceal buried her face into Ari's shoulder, her face burning even more now that Arianda had something planned for her today and she didn't know what. The anxiety was still burning within her even as she was set down on the soft couch. Ceal was just about to lay down too, resting her head on Ari's lap when she pulled her into an embrace, kissing her on the lips at first, but soon evolved into a full face kiss. Ceal just couldn't resist, even just kissing her was enough to flip her switch. It was almost pitiful really.
After their lovely kiss ended, Ari did something Ceal did not expect and draped her favorite cloak around her. Ceal opened her mouth to protest and whine, but as if reading her mind, Arianda spoke first. If it was an order, she couldn't very well resist. Since Ceal had not seen Mana in a while, the scent from her collar was fading a bit, it wasn't a strong before, and surely not as strong as the wonderful and blissful scent coming from Ari's cloak. She wasn't sure why she was able to so keenly smell her masters, but they always sent her senses for a loop when she did smell them. It pacified her. Supressing her need to protest and whine dying away with it.
Ceal looked up at Ari and smiled, it was a mild smile, not one too happy, but a show of appreciation no less, despite her own thoughts on not appearing worthy enough to wear something so important to her master, it was unheard of. Either way, Ceal slipped out of their hug somewhat reluctantly, so that she may lay down and rest her head on Ari's lap like she wanted to originally, curling up on the couch and smothering her face with part of the red fabric. Not in a perverted way, but more of a loving and longing motion.
Mirja hung around a little more, watching Arianda and Ceal go at each other. It was times like this when her heart was heavy - emotionally, physically her heart was always heavy, much heavier than a normal heart - with doubt. The two of them really got along so amazingly well, it felt like Mirja was intruding on this beautiful relationship, forcing her way in with the notorious brute strength that the pink haired girl possessed. Third wheel was being generous about it, some days Mirja felt like the spare tire in the boot, all but forgotten about by practically everyone in the entire world.
But, those thoughts of introspection were for later. She didn't want to set herself tumbling down a hill side of mental insanity or something crazy like that. Not that Mirja would ever have that happen to her, she was much too brave to be bothered by pesky mind things. And so she gave Arianda a curtsy when she asked for Ceal's clothes, and went off to get them. Something about the way Arianda had said it made Mirja think there was more to the clothes than Mirja was hearing, but Arianda was one for her secrets, and so Mirja could do naught but follow orders and see where they got her, usually in piles of stinking sewage, but still, obedience was good.
Looking through the collection of clothes for the girl, Mirja finally settled on a latex suit that Ceal would look so very good in. And it smelled nice as well, or though that was probably just the general smell of latex. It was all shiny and rubbery and Mirja could see the appeal. Ceal in this would drive Arianda mad, and then the rutting would commence, and Mirja would stand by and watch, or be made to join in. Both options high-lighting her secondary nature. Still, this was for Arianda, not Mirja, it was her house after all, so Mirja returned to the Demon Mistress with the latex suit, smiling warmly to cover the thoughts she had been having. Why would she care if she was the third wheel, anyway? She was dying. Might as well have as much fun as she could before that happened.
When Mirja came back with clothes for here to wear, she noticed the outfit was shiny, gleaming in the lights of room, it was black and appeared to be of one piece. Ceal flushed deeply, just what were those clothes?! Ceal cringed up and hid her face more in Arianda's cloak, her face trembling and her eyes widening at the shocking disbelief of what she was seeing.
Ceal did notice it though, looking at her face, eyes shadowed by her bangs. Mirja felt down, Ceal knew it. Even though she was changing, and that part of her that was so keenly aware of other people's feelings getting outshined by other traits. It was still there, here empathy towards another person, especially those she cared about. She didn't know Mirja long, but she liked her nonetheless.
Ceal rose from her lazy laying position on her lap, curling her knees up into her chest and resting her head on them, she looked at Mirja with concerned eyes, ones that almost felt hurt just looking at her pain from the outside.
”Mirja.... are you okay, are you? Are you hurt? Can I make it feel better, better?” Ceal said, speaking softly and sounding concerned as she spoke into her knees, the sound partially muffled. Ceal didn't know much else to say, Arianda pretty much covered it, ordering her to tell them what was on her mind.
Did she feel lonely? Ceal would play with her, for sure! She wanted to for a while now admittedly but her master was so protective of her that sometimes it made it hard for her. Not that.. that she'd play like that or anything, just mainly that Arianda wanted her in her sites more often than now. And.. while Ceal did like that and didn't mind, there were just some things she couldn't do because of it.
”I'll play with you, you know.. I-I think.. it'll be.. fun! Mirja...” She said, a spark of her hyperactive self showing before ending in another concerned tone, saying her name again.
Mirja recoiled softly from Arianda when she seemed to have sniffed out the fact that Mirja was feeling pretty down about the entire situation. Her hands instinctively went to the scar on her forehead, buried under layers of pink hair, but would be more visible when pointed out by Mirja's covering of it. The scar tissue had recently been scratched away, and the area was raw and had been bleeding a little. It was the source of most of her troubles, but she didn't want to bother Arianda with this thing she could do nothing about. "I'm fine, Mistress Arianda. Don't worry about me. Just a bit of my private life, is all" she tried to brush Ari off, but the girl was like a dog with a bone, so there would be anwsers soon enough. But, a distract popped up in the form of Ceal.
Knowing Ari would pop something if Mirja went so on Ceal, the pink-haired shinigami reached out to pull Ceal in close. "Ohh, well then, if you are so prepared to play" Mirja taunted, moving in to plant her lips on Ceal's, if Arianda did not stop the whole situation before Mirja got the chance to, which was entirely possible. But either way, it would certainly derail the current situation.