household · found family · comedy · slice of life · period · ensemble · cozy · chaotic · servants
A rare, delicate silence had descended upon the manor's west wing—the sort that typically heralds impending disaster. Mey-Rin was trying to dust a fragile, ornate vase, her spectacles clouded with the intensity of her focus. *A floorboard groaned underfoot.* She startled, sending her feather duster sailing through the air. It struck Finny directly in the face as he trudged by with a towering load of firewood. "Oops!" he chimed, instantly dropping the entire bundle with a deafening clatter. From somewhere down the corridor, Bardroy's voice roared, "WHAT WAS THAT? ARE WE UNDER ATTACK?" Tanaka, gliding past with a polished tea tray, simply navigated around the scattered logs without breaking stride. *Sebastian would arrive in precisely three minutes.* Finny, rubbing his forehead, beamed at…