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Of course I do! You're really pleasant to be around, Christopher!

I just remembered I still need to get my friend to draw something for you, hopefully once they send it'll be to your liking!

-🃏

"There's no rush, my dear. Art must not be rushed, after all," Christopher chuckles. "I believe it only diminishes the quality. Tell your friend to take their time."

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Hi again! I just thought I'd say thank you for the compliment. You're really nice too, and I hope it can stay that way because I find talking to you to be an absolute pleasure! Seriously, being in your presence is always a joy!

-🃏

Christopher can't help but laugh in amusement. It's a beautiful, melodic sound.

"You flatter me, my dear Joker," he beams with mirth in his eyes. He brings a hand to his cheek, resting his head on it as he folds his arms. "I'm thrilled that you find our conversations and my presence to be so enjoyable. I must admit that I feel the same way, likewise."

A sly smirk then appears on his lips. "You must really want to get on my good side, don't you? Well, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that it's working."

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hello, Christopher. have a good day. That's it. I might just draw you. Maybe!!

"Why thank you, anon. I hope you have a good day as well." His eyes light up. "And oh, we have another artist here? I'm honored that you would consider me as a subject for you to draw. I'd wager that it must be quite the challenge to capture my beauty in any medium," he chuckles, bringing a hand under his chin to draw attention to his beautiful, flawless face.

"I wish you the best of luck if you attempt to do so," he adds, his tone teasing.

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Hi hiii, me again, just here to explain what a comfort character is for you.

A comfort character is a character that someone strongly relates to or feels they would have a special bond with. They might be a character that reminds you of someone in real life, or it can be someone you feel like you relate to and want to be friends with, or even a character that reminds you of yourself.

There you go!! I gotta rest up for tomorrow, my "bad day" was cause by the way I had come home from a trip. There was a blonde behind me shoving her knees into the back of my seat-

Take care Christopher! :D

"Ah, I... see..." Christopher says slowly, furrowing his brow. It's clear that he's very confused by the concept. Why is this ask worded as if I'm fictional? "So in short, I am a 'character' that you feel a certain closeness towards. I assume that the comfort aspect means that I bring a sort of comforting effect on you somehow."

He hums in thought, his head tilting to the side. "Fascinating. I never thought I could achieve such an effect on people that I do not know. That is certainly something of note. I wonder if other people perceive me in such a way as well..."

He pauses to think about that, his eyes darting off to the side as he does so, before continuing. "I suppose I am flattered that I can be this 'comfort character' to you, and I hope that you can continue finding comfort in someone such as myself," he concludes with a warm smile.

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Cans I get a hug? I'm having a bit of a bad day and for some ... Reasons you seem to be my comfort character...

You can decline of course, but I would completely appreciate a hug from you sir :)

"I'm sorry to hear that you've had a bad day, but my answer is still no," Christopher states firmly, folding his arms behind his back. "You must understand that if I make an exception for you, then I'd eventually have to make an exception for everyone. And I will not allow that to happen."

He pauses, then narrows his eyes in confusion at the ask.

"...What is a comfort character?"

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Christopher had to suppress an eye twitch at the terrible French accent, but his pleasant surprise at being served his favorite dessert helped to keep his mood jovial. He stared at the dessert with raised eyebrows, almost touched by the gesture of Maika making it for him. Almost. As much as he enjoyed strawberry-flavored things, he thought that it was a peculiar choice to top this specific dessert with syrup. Regardless, a lot of care appeared to be put into it, so he decided to play along with the whole French bit as thanks—a rare occurrence from him.

"Merci beaucoup, mais votre voix est mauvaise. Travaillez dessus," he responded in perfect French, sounding just like a native speaker. He made sure to choose his words carefully and keep his tone light, as to not give away what he was actually saying. He deserved to have a little fun with this bit as well, after all.

And just as quickly, he switched back to English. "What a wonderful surprise. This looks absolutely delectable. Did you just so happen to know that crème brûlée was my favorite, or am I becoming easy to read?" he teased, picking up a spoon to crack open the caramelized sugar shell.

Upon tasting the dessert, he found that he was indeed correct on his assumption that the strawberry syrup would be a tad too sweet for such a mild dessert. However, the texture and flavor of the cream tasted just fine, and so he focused on that instead.

"Simply divine," he remarked, only lying a little bit. "I assume this is your first time making crème brûlée?"

"Choo choo!! Hey Chri-, oh- Christopher, did you like your lavish, soul cooked dish, made by the oh so devilishly handsome chef Chooch?"

"I did indeed, my dear," Christopher replied with a genuine smile, trying his best to ignore how silly Maika looked in that chef's costume. It was mostly working, as his tone and expression remained honest.

"It was perhaps your best work yet. Thank you so very much for cooking for me, Maika. That was very kind of you."

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Can i PLEASE hug you? :3

"No," Christopher asserts, clearly not happy about having this question being asked once again. He could only repeat himself so many times before getting irritated.

"Really, why do people want to hug me so badly? Have I not made it clear that I do not desire to come in close contact with complete strangers? Why is that so hard to understand?"

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(WOAH WHO SAW THIS COMING?!??!!!!!?!!!!??!?!!!!!!!?)

[Checking each window for being an entry point, she examined his house, in her eyes she was only doing him a favor. She planned on breaking into his house while he was asleep to clean and organize. She watched him through the windows before running off from the house]

[She came back later that night, trying to open one of the windows she marked as unlocked, climbing inside]

The barn house was large, with every room darkened as the two occupants were sound asleep in their beds on the second floor. The living space wasn't notably messy in any areas, as Maika had always made sure that Christopher cleaned up after himself. And even though Christopher had chosen to forgo his chores that day, it wasn't like the place was a pigsty as a result.

Mikasa found herself in the living room, with the rest of the first floor consisting of a kitchen, study, and laundry room. Upstairs, there were four doors: three of which leading to different bedrooms, and one being the bathroom. One of the bedroom doors was locked. In another bedroom, soft clucking noises could be heard from within. The last bedroom was silent.

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Christopher paused in his tracks as he heard Mikasa faintly mumbling to herself. Upon hearing her tone, he turned halfway to demand that she repeat herself, before thinking better of it and continuing on his initial departure. Whatever she had just said—probably in relation to him—was not worth picking a verbal fight over, especially as this maid was just some stranger to him.

In all likelihood, he would never run into this strange maid ever again anyway. After all, what were the chances of that happening?

[Gentle clicking of Mary janes approached you from behind, soft humming accompanied the sound as the Kitsune tapped your shoulder in a careful manner] "Hello! You seem quite lonely and I happened to want to check in! Are you doing alright, Sir?"

[She looked at you with a grin which seemed rather.. forced, to say the least. She held a black bag in both hands in front of her, she wore a long, Western maid dress and white gloves which had a few specks of black on them. One distinctive feature she had were blue cat ears which matched her hair, but otherwise she didn't really stand out]

((HI UHM JUST SO YOU KNOW MARY JANES ARE A TYPE OF SHOE ^^))

Christopher snapped out of his reverie with a blink, turning his attention to the strange woman with cat ears on her head. What an odd accessory. “Ah, I’m doing alright, thank you. My apologies if my expression seemed particularly worrying. I was simply lost in thought, that’s all, as I tend to be,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

He then looked the woman over, taking note of the maid dress. What’s a maid doing out here? His wealthy upbringing automatically regarded the maid as being of lower status than him, but the more sensible part of his brain reminded him that this was not his time period, but the far future, at least to him. Times had changed, and so had he. And he was certainly not wealthy now. 

He cleared his throat, folding his arms behind his back as he typically did. “And to whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?”

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The grin I wear is real && it crawls from ear to ear.

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              i had a 

                            marvelous

                                    time 

                     ruining everything

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                                                      look at this 

                                                             godforsaken mess

                                                that you made me

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Christopher considered the offer for a moment, looking conflicted but ultimately standing by his decision. "Again, I really don't think we're in need of a maid. At most I'd have you do my chores for me, but I don't believe that warrants thirty dollars as payment."

She seems rather desperate, he thought to himself. Perhaps business has been rather slow as of late for her.

"You'll have to look for work elsewhere, dear." And with that, he turned on his heel to leave, seeing no reason to continue this conversation any further. Even if the offer was rather tempting. "Good day."

[Gentle clicking of Mary janes approached you from behind, soft humming accompanied the sound as the Kitsune tapped your shoulder in a careful manner] "Hello! You seem quite lonely and I happened to want to check in! Are you doing alright, Sir?"

[She looked at you with a grin which seemed rather.. forced, to say the least. She held a black bag in both hands in front of her, she wore a long, Western maid dress and white gloves which had a few specks of black on them. One distinctive feature she had were blue cat ears which matched her hair, but otherwise she didn't really stand out]

((HI UHM JUST SO YOU KNOW MARY JANES ARE A TYPE OF SHOE ^^))

Christopher snapped out of his reverie with a blink, turning his attention to the strange woman with cat ears on her head. What an odd accessory. “Ah, I’m doing alright, thank you. My apologies if my expression seemed particularly worrying. I was simply lost in thought, that’s all, as I tend to be,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

He then looked the woman over, taking note of the maid dress. What’s a maid doing out here? His wealthy upbringing automatically regarded the maid as being of lower status than him, but the more sensible part of his brain reminded him that this was not his time period, but the far future, at least to him. Times had changed, and so had he. And he was certainly not wealthy now. 

He cleared his throat, folding his arms behind his back as he typically did. “And to whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?”

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Christopher's smile faltered slightly at the mention of a potential injury. In the kitchen. While preparing his food. Dear lord, he better not have consumed a finger...

His eyes lit up with interest at the mention of dessert, though. "Oh, dessert? How you spoil me, my dear," he chuckled, looking at the tray expectantly. He distantly hoped that it did not contain ladyfingers of any kind, or he might just have a conniption. "What is it?"

"Choo choo!! Hey Chri-, oh- Christopher, did you like your lavish, soul cooked dish, made by the oh so devilishly handsome chef Chooch?"

"I did indeed, my dear," Christopher replied with a genuine smile, trying his best to ignore how silly Maika looked in that chef's costume. It was mostly working, as his tone and expression remained honest.

"It was perhaps your best work yet. Thank you so very much for cooking for me, Maika. That was very kind of you."

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"Choo choo!! Hey Chri-, oh- Christopher, did you like your lavish, soul cooked dish, made by the oh so devilishly handsome chef Chooch?"

"I did indeed, my dear," Christopher replied with a genuine smile, trying his best to ignore how silly Maika looked in that chef's costume. It was mostly working, as his tone and expression remained honest.

"It was perhaps your best work yet. Thank you so very much for cooking for me, Maika. That was very kind of you."

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{This is a bit late, but Maika's mun had told me that for Christopher's birthday, Maika would cook his favorite dish. Which is just... aww. She'd only do it while wearing a comically large chef's hat and fake mustache though, lmao}

{Here is the accompanying doodle to this information (made by Maika's mun of course):}

{The fact that Christopher can speak French just makes him extra >:/ in this situation hahaha}

{I mean he's flattered by the gesture but like. Why the chef's getup you know lmao}

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Christopher noted how out of breath she easily got with a slightly furrowed brow. She hardly said anything, how on earth is she out of breath already?

"Well, hello Mikasa. My name is Christopher," he replied in kind. "Sorry to disappoint, but despite how I appear, I am not as financially well-off as you assume."

In reality, he had been living with someone else for free out of the kindness of their heart for the past few years. Of course, he needed to maintain a friendship with said person in exchange, but the bottom line was that he didn't have the mansion he once owned in life. It was currently in disrepair, just as it had been over the years long after his death.

But he wasn't going to tell this stranger that... even if he did miss having a maid at his beck and call.

"So I'm afraid you may need to find a different patron," he continued, trying to maintain eye contact and not look at those strange cat ears on her head. Are they real? They match her hair and appear so lifelike, but surely not... "I don't believe my housemate and I are in need of a maid, nor can we afford one."

[Gentle clicking of Mary janes approached you from behind, soft humming accompanied the sound as the Kitsune tapped your shoulder in a careful manner] "Hello! You seem quite lonely and I happened to want to check in! Are you doing alright, Sir?"

[She looked at you with a grin which seemed rather.. forced, to say the least. She held a black bag in both hands in front of her, she wore a long, Western maid dress and white gloves which had a few specks of black on them. One distinctive feature she had were blue cat ears which matched her hair, but otherwise she didn't really stand out]

((HI UHM JUST SO YOU KNOW MARY JANES ARE A TYPE OF SHOE ^^))

Christopher snapped out of his reverie with a blink, turning his attention to the strange woman with cat ears on her head. What an odd accessory. “Ah, I’m doing alright, thank you. My apologies if my expression seemed particularly worrying. I was simply lost in thought, that’s all, as I tend to be,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

He then looked the woman over, taking note of the maid dress. What’s a maid doing out here? His wealthy upbringing automatically regarded the maid as being of lower status than him, but the more sensible part of his brain reminded him that this was not his time period, but the far future, at least to him. Times had changed, and so had he. And he was certainly not wealthy now. 

He cleared his throat, folding his arms behind his back as he typically did. “And to whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?”