imperturbatus | 2nd Full Moon

Prelude, The Lake, Late Night

[ Jiro was beginning to have a strong dislike for the creatures on the grounds, or at least those on the lake.

It had been a routine inspection. He was checking the grounds, making sure that everything was safe for the school from all accounts. It was one of his duties. However, part of it unfortunately involved going across the lake by boat... That, perhaps, was his mistake.

Maybe some of the people awake would have heard the startled yelp and the following splash of something falling into the water. One of the boats was then capsized and floating upside-down in the middle of the lake, with a violent pool of bubbles breaking the otherwise calm surface water.

It took some time before the red-clad man emerged, walking out of the water to the shore with steam rolling off of his body in the cold night air. He collapsed in the snow, resting a bit and, should someone move the hat on his head, they would see nothing but his hair and bones. However, he didn't intend to linger, and as soon as he had the strength he limped back towards the castle.

Perhaps, in the morning, there would be rumor of a walking skeleton on the grounds. Hopefully, it would remain only a rumor. ]

Inside the Castle, An Hour Later

[ He was shivering, weak, and exhausted by the time he re-entered the castle. The steam coming off of him had stopped by then, leaving Jiro soaking wet and walking slow, back towards the staffroom. There were spare robes he could change into there, ones that were warm and dry. The sooner he could do that, the sooner he could begin to feel like himself again, and work on a slow process of regaining his strength.

It was never so simple, and the sound of footsteps immediately had him on edge, nearly snarling at the source before remembering himself. Still, there was something in his tone that betrayed his agitation when he spoke. ]

Who's there!?

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Does he have a sweet tooth then? I believe there are ways to cut down.

[Sure her sister would eat sweets but she knew to eat others things as well and keep healthy.]

Far too strong of one, I'm afraid. Because most of my work is at night I can only see him in the great hall at dinner, so there isn't much opportunity to make sure he doesn't eat too much of it.

[ As much as he loves his brother, he could be a real pain in the neck sometimes, and the thought causes Jiro to sigh. He is a little boy, after all... ]

I see. Then if we could find someone who could keep an eye all the other times would that be fine?

[She ate most meals in the Great Hall, so he figured he might as well.]

It would be ideal, admittedly.

[ It's not hard to guess what she's offering, and even if it's hard to simply trust he's sure that these teachers wouldn't be around children if they were going to endanger them in any way. If it proved to be the contrary... Well, best not to think of that. ]

Then we'll see if I could perhaps get the chef to only give cake once a week. That would be the only time it would be available.

I can't promise he'll like it, but that really does seem like the best course of action. I do appreciate the concern, Miss Daphne.

Your welcome. I just don't want someone to get ill because of too much sugar.

I can't say the thought appeals to me either, even if a stomach-ache would be a good deterrent. I'd rather prevent that in the first place.

Most people would anyway.

[They were soon up the steps and into the school itself.]

Can you make it from here?

I will be all right from here, thank you. You've been a great help.

[ He took a few steps forward then, opening the door and allowing Daphne to go first. Even after all hid time in the shadows there were still some mannerisms drilled into him, after all. ]