Wonderland's Kiss (Alexander)

Please read Wonderland's Kiss first or else this isn't going to make any sense. This is if you have selected the Alexander route~

The warmth of the fireplace casts soft flickering shadows in the warm space. It looks to be a half study, half library, with bookshelves lining two massive walls, filled with a great variety of old and new books. Another wall displays the various tea pots and tea cups used in the promotional photos, accompanied by tins upon tins of tea, each labeled with a neat scrawl.

Alexander has thrown himself onto one of the plush chairs near the fireplace, and lies lazily sprawled across one arm with his legs dangling off the other. Sticking out of his mouth is the end of a peppermint candy cane, the dye from the confectionery stains his lips and fingers a faint red colour. The butler appears to be chuckling to himself about something- garnet eyes glowing faintly- perhaps by trick of the light in the fireplace.

"Hey," he greets as you enter, not budging an inch from his resting spot.

"Hey yourself, I have something important to say," you cross your arms and glare at him.

Alexander sighs heavily and drags himself up to a sitting position, "How may I be of service?" he asks in a bored voice.

"Well if you're going to be like that, then I won't say it," you threaten, placing your hands on your hips.

He licks his lips and regards you for a moment before lying back down, "Alright, well goodbye."

"What? Alex, don't be that way," you frown, "I really wanted to tell you something."

"Well obviously you don't seem to really want to tell me or else you would have told me by now," he rolls his eyes.

"I wanted to tell you that you were my favourite Knave and that I liked you! But if you're going to be that way then I guess I like Pearce better instead, at least -he- wouldn't toy with me like this."

This causes him to burst into laughter, "Are you kidding me, Pearce?" he snickers, "Pearce of all people," he shakes his head.

"Why not? At least he'd pay attention to me," you pout.

"How's this for attention?" he smirks, rising from the chair and gazing deeply into your eyes, "Is this enough?" The soft scent of white musk hitting your nose, mingled with the sharp accent of peppermint.

"N-no," you stutter, trying hard to look upset.

"How about this?" the butler asked, pressing his forehead to yours briefly. When you fail to pull away, he presses his lips chastely to yours and pulls away, triumphant.

"T-that's a good amount," you stammer, trying to regain your composure. The sweet taste of peppermint lingers upon your lips as you leave the room.