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landofanimes · 2 months

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7th Time Looph

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lily-drake · 3 months

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A "Malicious" Gift

When Rishe had told him with no hesitation that they were fighting, it was a bit of a shock. He could never predict that girl. However, he couldn’t help but admire the resolve in her eyes. So, he agreed and left her alone.

When a knock resounded through his office, he knew it was her, but he didn’t look up from his work as Oliver opened the door and went through, closing it behind him. Arnold looked up, staring at the door for only a moment before getting back to work. For a moment he had thought that Rishe might come in, but no. It was fine though, he had already resigned himself to the fact that she would come to resent him eventually. After a few minutes Oliver came back into the room with a small basket and a far too amused grin on his face. But Arnold ignored him and kept working.

“My Lord,” Oliver cheered, silent laughter coloring his tone, “it seems Lady Rishe has come bearing a rather malicious gift.” Oliver carefully set the basket atop the desk before he stepped away, continuing to stare at him. With a short sigh he looked up then glanced at the basket where a simple sandwich lay that contained a few pieces of meat, tomatoes, and lettuce. “I am inclined to believe that the sandwich had not been tampered with despite the message, but I have not tested to be sure.”

The top bread piece was laid off to the side where he indeed noticed a small message written with some white sauce, “Your Highness, you idiot!” Arnold stared at the message for a minute, unable to stop the grin forming on his face.

“Pfft.” Arnold’s shoulders shook in silent mirth, eyes gleaming with intrigue. A malicious gift indeed.

“I do hope that you won’t let Lady Rishe’s hard work go to waste, My Lord,” Oliver said with a large grin of his own, finding joy in the amusement of his master.

“It seems a shame to ruin her art though,” he remarked casually, grin still plastered across his face. Shaking his head, Arnold carefully laid the last piece of bread atop the sandwich, pressing the message against the lettuce as carefully as possible as to not smear it. The only thought in his mind was simply how incredible his wife truly is.