Who: Seamus and Shelly Where: Shelly's Room When: Saturday Morning What: Seamus tries to butter her up Rating: Probably low Status: Incomplete
It was not that Seamus did not want to tell Shelly of his misdeeds. He was not afraid of her punishments. What he was afraid of was that familiar look some gave him. Disappointment. The Oh Seamus, you know better look was familiar to him but not from Shelly. He did not want to see it on her face. He liked his mistress. That was why he was determined to make an easy go of it, try to sweeten her a little before dropping the news. Hopefully before Tamara Montague decided she needed to tell her.
Seamus had cleaned himself up, even tried to shave and tidy his hair before dressing in one of the black button down shirts that she had brought back for him. As he looked in the mirror he found himself not able to recognise the being in his view. How long had he made sure to not look nice? To keep himself with a bit of facial hair, his shaggy hair in a disarray, and clothes too large for people to make out where he started. The trousers actually clung to him instead of threatening to fall down. He shook his head and made his way to the kitchens, requesting a breakfast made for his mistress. He planned on surprising her with a morning breakfast.
Once he was in Shelly's room he set the breakfast tray up, a drink by the bed and the tray on the floor. He leaned over to press lightly upon Shelly's sleeping shoulder, whispering, "Miss. Shelly. Wake up, time for breakfast."