BIANCA & MEMINI: THE DESMARAISE MANSION

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“EVERYTHING IS PERFECT!” Bianca exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air only for them to drop down to her hips with satisfaction. Bianca, being the lively and eccentric kind of gal she was, loved any excuse to decorate and dress up. To keep herself busy, Bianca had decided that she would hold a tea party of sorts. Although… the only two guests that would attending were herself and Memini. To think three hours earlier she was lying on top of her bed moaning about how bored she was.

“If I hear you sigh one more time, I will personally have one of the servants shove you into a closet.” Sophia cast her signature dagger stare at her sister, only peeking just above her book to do so. “I am trying to study. You are driving me “up the wall” as ruffians like to say.”

When a calming silence finally took over the gigantic room, Sophia let herself smile a relieved smile. Her once tense body finally decided to unwind, and she settled into the massive burgundy sofa. She even let herself prop her feet up on the table in an unladylike fashion. The sense of relaxation wasn’t something Sophia had often, especially now that she had decided to sign up for summer classes and such. All was perfectly and utterly… quiet. Too quiet.

“I. AM. BORED.” A loud obnoxious groan shattered her serene state. Leave it to Bianca to never shut her blasted mouth! Suddenly, Sophia snapped her book shut and tossed it at her sister.

“Don’t you have any friends, you noisy brat? Invite someone over. Invite that kid you were talking about the last time you ruined my day. Goodness!” Swiftly and gracefully, Sophia slammed the door behind her.

“Perhaps he’s more of the type to enjoy bitter tea other than sweet?” Briefly, her thoughts wondered off to the boy she had met a few weeks ago. His knowledge of fashion was… very strong. The way he would be able to list things off with such expertise reminded her of her sister in a sense, but of course, Memini was much cooler than her sister. Although Bianca found Memini’s fashion sense to be quite a yawn (what did he have against colours, geeze!?) she liked him well enough. She had called one of the masters on his mansion a few hours earlier.

Back to tea. She was probably just stereotyping Memini. Memini was the farthest thing from sweet... so he just HAD to like bitter tea, right? A grin played on her lips. He was so funny! Adorable really. As she cast a look at the clock and awaited his arrival, she couldn't help but feel a quiver of excitement. She would be honest with herself. She did like the boy (as a friend of course, he was much too young for the likes of her.)

As the clock ticked, she came to one conclusion.

"I SHALL GRACE HIM WITH A HUGE HUG WHEN HE WALKS THROUGH THE DOOR! HUZZAH!" She hollered at nobody in particular, one finger pointing toward the sky in some sort of "I feel accomplished!" pose.

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Memini sat in the back of the limo, a childish grin plastered over his face as he hugged the decorative semi-transparent wrapping covering an excessively fluffy pink bunny plush. The tantalizing fragrance of cherry dominated the vehicle’s interior, an aroma which originated from the scented fur of the toy. Of course, this lovely item was a gift for Bianca, personally selected by Memini himself from the Phantomhive range. {OoC: Sorry, I just couldn’t resist adding a Black Butler reference.}

What was the reason for such an unusually buoyant atmosphere? Well Memini had recently received an invitation to attend a tea party from his dearest Bianca Desmaraise herself! Nothing in the universe could procure such a flamboyant display of happiness and contentment. He had even taken exceptional precaution in ascertaining that he would not be embarrassed in front of Miss Desmaraise. Memini idolized Bianca, and, in Adrasteia’s words ‘practically worshipped her’. In light of this, an invitation from such a ‘goddess’ was absolutely worthy of such a degree of unprecedented elation.

Even the delightful cherry scent of the plaything had been intentionally selected as a sort of ‘Adrasteia deterrent’. It acted as assurance that the risk of being embarrassed in front of Bianca was at a satisfactory minimal. Now that meddling butler of his wouldn’t dare show his face anywhere near him. The creep had even opted not to accompany him on this excursion. Wonderful, everything was working out as planned. Hopefully Bianca would adore this sizeable, yet still adorable, Memini-size bunny soft toy too.

Speaking of size…was it possible that this plush were even taller than him? Holding out the fluffy Bun-Bun (he just couldn’t resist nicknaming it) so that it almost appeared as though the two were having a staring contest (in which it would have been impossible for Memini to obtain victory), Memini grinned at the bunny’s amiable smile. Oh well, it didn’t matter if Bun-Bun was approximately a good decimeter taller than him. That expression was even cuter than Memini’s own angel-blue eyes. You just couldn’t be mad after seeing such an endearing face!

Hugging the bunny again, Memini’s squeal of joy was distinguishable even above the rustling of the wrapping. It was such an extraordinary sight that the chauffeur himself could hardly veil his amused chuckling. Fortunately for him, Memini was so pre-occupied with Bun-Bun that the fact he was being laughed at went completely unnoticed. Despite Memini’s adamant denials of all allegations concerning his ‘girly’ nature, the underlying truth of it was that he still conveyed quite an effeminate or childish impression at times. This was certainly one of those occasions.

“Sir, we have arrived at our destination.” Disrupting Memini’s fun, the chauffeur indicated the impressive establishment which towered above them, “this, is the Desmaraise mansion.”

“Wow, thanks!” Essentially bolting out the door of the vehicle, Memini pranced up the steps to the grand entrance of the mansion where a couple of guards stood. Making an attempt to obscure Bun-Bun from sight behind his back (a pathetic attempt, considering the fact that the plush was actually both larger and taller than him) Memini stood on tip-toe, reached out tentatively with his left hand and timidly rang the bell.

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A major dilemma was now consuming Bianca’s full attention. Even after she thought she had come to the conclusion to use bitter tea earlier, she still grasped each of the tea leaves in her hands. Bitter tea in her right hand, and sweet cinnamon tea in the other. Her eyes flickered back and forth frantically, trying to decide what kind of tea to serve. It was a tea party after all! If the tea wasn’t exceptional – she would be a failure at throwing parties! No matter how small a party is, a party is a party, and it must be done well! She bit her lip while letting out a quiet whimper. She was just so indecisive about the whole subject!

Since she was totally consumed in figuring out what kind of tea Memini would enjoy (you see, Bianca could drink any kind of tea, no matter what flavor. She adored tea!) her attention on waiting for Memini arrived drifted away and left her brain completely. It simply caught her totally and completely off guard when the chime of the doorbell sounded throughout the entire mansion. Bianca let out an unflattering scream, throwing her hands in the air. This, in turn, caused the tea to be thrown up as well. In desperation to catch it, she lunged forward. Soon enough, she caught it victoriously! The price for this victory? The cup of sugar had been knocked by her elbow onto the floor. Luckily, it didn’t break. Just a spill. She let out an infuriated groan. She would just have to clean it up while Memini watched. Damn it all.

Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she made her way out of the dining room and into the main hallway. “MY DEEPEST AND MORE SINCERE APOLOGIES FOR TAKING SO LONG. SUGAR IS A DARN BLASTED THING!” She hollered through the crack in the door as she unlatched the big lock. She couldn’t help but feel proud of herself. “My deepest and most sincere apologies?” How official sounding of her! She let out a small giggle, already feeling better. Bianca swung open the door and threw her arms around Memini and what seemed to be a huge… squishy? Package.

“Dearest Memini it’s been SOOOOO long how are you?” Really, it had only been a few weeks. She was doing her best to look like a lady of the house. She was trying to improve his impression of her, due to the fact that last time she was yelling her head off half the time and calling him names… which is so rightfully deserved! All disputes aside, she crouched down and touched her cheek to his in a formal “kiss” like greeting. (ooc/ like… Italians… do? Is it Italian? O.o or maybe it’s the French.)

“Now with the casualties done… what kind of tea do you fancy, Memini?” She couldn’t help but smile weakly. Goddamn tea and its ability to come up with an array of flavors she couldn’t decide over. “Oh. Do you need a place for that load of yours?” She motioned to the big squishy package.

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(OoC: Heheh, I think that greeting is French. Not too sure though. It could be both. xD)

Fidgeting awkwardly as he waited for Bianca, Memini was pleasantly astonished when the dame practically threw open the door and almost simultaneously flung her arms around him. He was equally flabbergasted by her rather intimate gesture of greeting him with…was it a kiss on the cheek? He sure wished that was her intention! Oh such was the intensity of his delight and embarrassment that his complexion took on a bright scarlet. Oh heavens! What had he done to evoke such affections from Bianca? Was it possible, did he dare think, that she felt even a fraction of the feelings he had for her?

He was so stunned that her words barely registered in his mind, for the interim the entirety of his fancy vocabulary abandoned him and he could only choke out a pathetic, “Bianca, I’ve…I’ve missed you too.” Had he heard her right? Bianca had called him ‘dearest’ right? Was he mistaken, had he misheard? If only there was some method of replaying that scene…even if he were only to discover that he had imagined it he wouldn’t mind hearing her repeat his name a million times.

Additionally, he was faced with a dilemma. Should he drop Bun-Bun to embrace Bianca? Yet, what if Bun-Bun fell on a patch of dirt? He wouldn’t dare present the adorable plush to Bianca if that happened, yet…would this opportunity ever come again? He wanted to hug her, he had every intention of hugging her yet due to some curious enchantment he simply couldn’t move. It was as if he were frozen in place by some remarkable spell. Closing his eyes, Memini indulged in the sensation of being so close to the one he adored so much.

It may have lasted mere seconds but to the lad it was as if he had already experienced the embrace of heaven. He wished Bianca would have held him longer, he wouldn’t have minded even if they had spent an eternity on her doorstep. “Um…my favorite flavor is B…” Oh heavens, he had almost accidentally said her name, he really shouldn’t attempt to answer questions when she was the only thing dominating his mind. Hastily making an attempt to correct himself before Bianca could guess what he was about to utter, Memini stammered, “B…b…b…black cherry tea. That’s right, black cherry tea…”

At last emitting a sigh of relief at what he hoped was a good cover-up for his blunder, Memini revealed the gift he had endeavored to hide from Bianca’s sight. From the fact that Bianca had pointed out the ‘load’ he had evidently failed at obscuring the item from view so might as well present it to her now. Unfortunately, he would probably no longer be able to procure any reaction of surprise if she had seen what it was when she had embraced him.

Holding out the adorable pink bunny soft toy to Bianca, Memini shouted, “SURPRISE! It’s one of the new scented ‘larger-than-life’ products from the Phantomhive range! I hope you like it, Bianca! It reminds me of you because it’s so…um…so…c…c…c…cute…” Memini was blushing visibly again yet the gigantic plush held out in his arms was most effective at concealing, not just his face, but his whole diminutive figure from view as well.