@MeekestParagon ⠀⠀”What else~? Hmm. . ~”
⠀⠀Pausing for a moment, he would appear to briefly think over the possibilities—only to gently reach a hand out to lightly grasp hers within his.
⠀⠀”If you are tired, then something relaxing would best be in order. We have a whole day to waste; —
@MeekestParagon ⠀⠀Even though it was nearly impossible to making anything surprising for the other, he still was the type to show enjoyment regardless. Putting on a gentle smile, he gazed at the girl with him.
⠀⠀”Ah. . ~ Forgive me if this sounds redundant, but these are rather —
@MeekestParagon@Kawaonii — with the cups once they were carefully filled with the tea brought by the devil female.
“Is there anything else either of you require assistance with? Do not hesitate to request such.”
@MeekestParagon@Kawaonii — this is truly no big matter. I am certain there would make no difference if anyone else were to fulfill these tasks instead. I simply happen to be the one here.”
Adorning each plate with a slice of the cake, he would hand each topped plate back to each girl—doing the same —
@MeekestParagon@Kawaonii — of a large chef’s knife; his blade-like hand lowering down upon the cake, cutting smoothly through it.
“See? There is nothing to worry over. Now—please, ladies, send your plates and cups this way, if you don’t mind. I shall distribute the dessert and tea for you.”
@MeekestParagon@Kawaonii — Yoko’s surprised exclamation catching his attention, he, naturally, sprung into action (in the most graceful manner possible, of course).
“Do not worry, dear Yoko. All we need is right here already.”
Raising one hand up to about chest-height, it would shift form into that —
@MeekestParagon@Kawaonii — way around the table to the next chair—pulling the seat out in the same manner as the first, and waiting behind it just the same.
“And for you, Akuma-chan. Pardon my assistance. I do hope it is of no trouble to you. If this seat is not to your satisfaction, do inform me.”
@MeekestParagon@Kawaonii — during the pullout.
“This seat should be satisfactory enough, my dear Yoko.”
Ohiko would then wait until Yoko would take her seat—proceeding to gently push the seat inward just enough to align the female with the table properly.
If all went well, Ohiko would then make his —
@MeekestParagon@Kawaonii — made over to the designated table. He appeared prepared to rush to her aid at any moment—in the event that she tripped, stumbled, or slipped—although, thankfully, her careful steps mitigated that possibility.
“I am certain it will have a splendid taste, my dear Yoko. You —