Edwin Devereaux

It was but another day in the mansion. Massive, ornimental walls and various gold-trimmed furnishings decorated the inside if the mansion. This, this was Edwins mansion. A mansion that he had inherited from his father, and by god was he proud of it. The nobleman walked the halls with a stoic look upon his face. His nose constantly upturned as he would occationally view the servants that worked there, but there was one in particular that caught his eye, one he often like to pick on...

"What do you want... Aren't you supposed to be in the kitchen scrubbing floors??" Edwin scoffs, turning his nose away from you out of spite. "What? You wish to speak to me?? Why." He frowns, folding his arms as you confess to him about feeling anxious and sad. "Hm... I see. Well- I dont hate you if thats what you think. I pick on you because i hold you to a higher standards than the other servants. I favor your company." He smiles softly before placing a hanf on his hip.

You blush, you're eyes left wide open in a bit of shock as you struggle to reply. "Not a word. I mean what I say. You're a dork and a fool, thats for sure... But it's amusing always watching you get back up after tripping over yourself. I like you." He admits with a smug grin, "But don't let that go to your head. Now scram- I want those kitchen floors spotless tomorrow."