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female; shadow/human; 20 yrs; pan; butler; location: manor hallway; mentions: none; tags: mikazuki, facilier ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ "miss mikazuki, i will take the silence as a notion for my pardoning. i hope i was of some use." leslie smiled warmly, something she was supposed to do despite the fact that mika could not see it. either way, it felt good. her shoes clicking quietly on the polished wooden floor of the ballroom on her way out. the doorway's ornate entrance, or in this case, exit, towered over leslie's short status, even with her suspiciously tall mary janes on. heck, it was hard to even classify them as mary janes. then again, what else would they be? a relative sort of the shoe, at least. nothing else fit the specifications quite as well as the mary jane. either way, enough about shoes. passing the golden painted archway of an entrance/exit, the similar polished wooden floors continued into the hallway from the ballroom. the doors to the ballroom were usually open until a little past midnight. the doors were a polished wood painted white that had a golden trim. they reached the top of the arch, of course.
leslie's shoes continued clicking against the floor, a smile still upon her face. 'now, where to go? no guest needs assistance as far as i can tell, but i don't get paid to socialize. either way, i don't want to hire myself... and the books in the library are somewhat repetitive and humdrum for my tastes. i guess i'll wander around the halls until i find something to do.' she thought as she brushed an excess part of curly hair from her loosening ponytail away from her face. this was when leslie began wandering the rooms and halls of different floors in the manor. it had only been a few minutes before leslie had completely explored a floor. the stairs where challenging with her current shoes, but she usually managed and now was no exception. it wasn't long before leslie heard a somewhat familiar clicking of shoes. though it was weird, she could easily tell the difference between the clicking of one shoe versus another. this is why leslie hated when people wore new shoes. this was the shoe of... the newish butler. facilier, his name was? he had only been here two weeks, but that was still fairly respectible. really, the fact that he signed up for butler was brave. signing up for a butler position is like signing up for years and years of being someone's puppet for favors. either way, experienced or not, leslie followed the clicking noise until she saw the man. "um... hi. i'm leslie, not sure if you know me or not, but i'm a butler as well. um..." leslie laughed nervously, not sure of what to say next. this guy seemed just as lost as she currently was. should she help him? she wanted to, but she really didn't know what she could tell him.