It was after another chaotic introduction (not last) I could calmly sit down on the red armchair. Question, other than why the puppy eyes and slow sigh from Nelia as she sits down beside Ayane is: Since when this room has an armchair? It has the same look and feels like the couch.
"Do you want anything, my queen?"
"No."
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the Maid had brought some new stuff in this room. Some might be too understatement, if before these look like a standard occult club, now it looks like an antique shop. And that to do alone is not humane.
"Do you want anything, my queen?"
"I don't need you asking me that for each every minute."
"I'm very sorry. I'll adjust it to every two minutes."
"Don't do that. If I need you for something, I will call you."
"Of course, my queen."
Ayane takes a quick look at the grandfather clock before sighing and squinting on her book. Luckily for her, the club period was only an hour more. I am more eager than her for that. I have a very important thing to discuss with Remelia. These servants of her. I don't want them to run any problems. God, it sounds so political.
Remelia: Yawn… nyam-nyam-nyam-nyam.
As if by instinct, Bobo is quick to attend her Queen. "Are you tired, My queen? If so, I don't suggest that you sleep on… that couch." There's a hint of disgust in her tone. Too late. That couch already smells like her now.
The maid continues slowly, "It's not suited for A queen such as you."
Remelia rubs her teary eyes, "~Yawn~ hm? What do you suggest lying my back on? The floor?"
"No, obviously not, my queen. I'm sorry if my wording leads you to that impolite thought," Bobo says, "I have brought the bed with me."
"The… bed. Can you remind me of what bed?"
Bobo nods, "I'm sure you can't forget about it. The red-dripping bed the size of a pair of angel's wing. Heavy as the Zeus's hammer. The one where you, as still so cute yet important, always be at—"
"E—enough with the detail," Remelia had to spring up and cover the maid's mouth with both of her hands. She faces us with a lot of reddy. "You three heard nothing!"
"What? About the bed?"
"Nelia, pull those from your ears. That is an order!"
"On it," Nelia proceeds to take something out from her ear. In imaginary.
When Remelia calms down and sit, Bobo continues first with an apology. "I will keep that information out. But what I suggested that, if I may have your consent, I can bring in the bed in this room. Like that, you can sleep happily and worthily."
A bed. The size of a pair of angel's wing? How is that supposed to go inside here? No no, it's already too late to ask this. The thing I should have to ask first is, how is that grandfather clock gets inside? However you may rotate it in your head, with how tall and wide and heavy it is, it can't fit through the door.
Before anyone gets to sound their mind, Nelia has already one. "As the co-president, you have the consent to bring the bed in (however that may be.)" Then she smiles at me, "And if you're also tired Sensei, please don't think twice about sleeping beside me… Ahhh!" And now her hand on her blushy facey, shaking. "Sensei. Not in front of everyone~,"
Ayane chuckles, "Woah, this monkey on this book has sound."
"Wha? Really? Lemme see!"
Ayane pulls away the book and pushes away Nelia with her glare, "I meant it as you."
"What does that even supposed to mean?"
"You sound like a monkey."
"I'm not! You are!"
Bobo pulls in their attention to her as if she's an ice cream, "I'm sorry if there's a misunderstanding here. I am not well-verse with the brain of your liking," she looks at Nelia who grunts. "But the bed I mentioned is only for the use of my Queen. None other shall or will use it. This is a warning. First and final. Trespass, and you will die in your sleep. You wouldn't even feel it."
A sweat rolls on her cheek, Nelia laughs. "Ahha, I'm just kidding. Of course, I will do the same for my Queen too. I shall not sleep where my queen sleep. I will only sleep where my Sensei sleep."
"Please sleep on your own bed," I feel I had to state that before she's seriously going to do that.
After a few seconds of silence, Remelia smacks her lips. "Bobo. I am so disappointed in you."
"M--My queen?"
She throws her white face at her and points it out, "Do I look sleepy to you? I am certainly not," Then she lets the gravity pulls her on the couch. While still bouncing and yawning, "In case you don't catch it, I'm not sleeping, I'm storing my power by doing this. It may look like I'm asleep of just taking a nap on this comfortable squishy, dreamy… couchy… but ~yawn~ what… what I'm actually… doing, is, is focusing my mana into… So… I don't need bed…"
"But my Queen what shall I do with the bed then?"
Remelia is blinking, or rather, trying to keep her eyes open. "Do whatever you want with it… I'm going to sleep."
And just like that, she's asleep.
"I understand," she nods to the already dozing small Queen and whispers, "I shall decide of the bed's fate in whatever I desire."
Those are very dramatic words for just about a bed.
The grandfather clock is telling it'd be another forty minutes before five. And all of us has decided how to spent it. Remelia is currently 'storing her power' on the couch while her maid found something to do that is trying to perfect the braid of Remelia's silver hair. Nelia has been telling me about her day in the school—which mostly about how she amazingly gets every question wrong in… my class. She doesn't have to tell me this, I was there. But she did. Which has been a distraction to my train of thoughts to make an offer. Or a 'deal' to settle the problem of these servants of Vampires that may come bringing troubles with Remelia.
And Ayane is doing her own thing. Which is forbidden because Nelia wouldn't let anything not involve with her.
She slides closer to close their distance and almost immediately, Ayane fires a warning shot.
"Eek." Nelia shows her palm up, "Coming in peace."
"There'd be never a peace in you. What do you want?"
Nelia clears her throat professionally, "As the co-president of this club, you know it's my job to handle everyone's well-being with each other, right?"
"No."
"I—I'm just offering you a friendly gesture."
"Don't speak formally with me."
"I trynna help you, yo."
"Now you sound like a drug dealer."
Nelia pushes closer, "Look, you're trying to learn about animal right? I can teach you two, three things about each of them. We can have that kind of healthy conversation."
"I can learn it myself," she covers her sight with the book.
'Earth Animal is our friend. Let's learn about them. ' Is the titled of her book, apparently.
"I'm afraid, that book won't teach you much," Nelia says.
Still behind the book, Ayane replies. "And you can?"
Nelia rubs her nose proudly, "Oh, let's just say, I have things for animal."
…
Honestly, that sounds weird to me too. Even Bobo shakes her head and mumbles something about savages and how even a cow only mate just with their own species.
Nelia blushes up and waves her hand in deny toward Bobo, "No no no, I don't mean it like that." She turns back at Ayane, "I mean--"
"No. You're weird. Go away."
"Ughuu…"
And with that the bell rings, and no one except me realizes how Bobo been looking at Nelia suspiciously. Maybe it's just the first time she realizes how silly Nelia can sound like. But maybe, it's more than that.