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storypaint) wrote2009-03-13 03:10 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-03-13 03:10 pm
To Serve (Matthew gen)
Title: To Serve
Fandom: Professor Layton
Length: 214 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writing_game: J Prompt: Jeeves +2
Pairing: Matthew gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "MATTHEW!" Lady Dahlia called. He knew that scream-- he knew all of her screams. That darn cat had escaped again.
It was not easy, being the butler to a lady. And it was sort of weird, being the robotic butler to a robotic lady, but Matthew didn't know that anyone was robotic around here-- just that the way that people kept disappearing into sacks was quite alarming.
They'd all be murdered in their beds, he thought gloomily, as like as not.
"MATTHEW!" Lady Dahlia called. He knew that scream-- he knew all of her screams. That darn cat had escaped again. (For a robotic cat, it was really quite odd how it misbehaved, but then again, Matthew didn't know that, and he just thought that Claudia was as difficult as her mistress.)
"Coming, my lady!" he said, hurrying down the passageway. Unthanked, unliked, unappreciated: this was a butler's job. It may have been difficult, but it was his, and he did it well.
Every lady needed a good butler, after all, more than she needed a good cook or a good maid or a good husband. The butler kept track of all of them and made them run smoothly. There was a lot more going on in his mechanical thoughts that many others would think.
He opened the door and came to his lady's side, ready to face the next challenge.
Fandom: Professor Layton
Length: 214 words
Prompt:
writing_game: J Prompt: Jeeves +2 Pairing: Matthew gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "MATTHEW!" Lady Dahlia called. He knew that scream-- he knew all of her screams. That darn cat had escaped again.
It was not easy, being the butler to a lady. And it was sort of weird, being the robotic butler to a robotic lady, but Matthew didn't know that anyone was robotic around here-- just that the way that people kept disappearing into sacks was quite alarming.
They'd all be murdered in their beds, he thought gloomily, as like as not.
"MATTHEW!" Lady Dahlia called. He knew that scream-- he knew all of her screams. That darn cat had escaped again. (For a robotic cat, it was really quite odd how it misbehaved, but then again, Matthew didn't know that, and he just thought that Claudia was as difficult as her mistress.)
"Coming, my lady!" he said, hurrying down the passageway. Unthanked, unliked, unappreciated: this was a butler's job. It may have been difficult, but it was his, and he did it well.
Every lady needed a good butler, after all, more than she needed a good cook or a good maid or a good husband. The butler kept track of all of them and made them run smoothly. There was a lot more going on in his mechanical thoughts that many others would think.
He opened the door and came to his lady's side, ready to face the next challenge.