Kroshone sighs as he cleans the counters. He hoped this will be good enough for Vincent unlike his original master, Toji, it seemed like Vincent either had higher expectations or just despised him. Kroshone really couldn't tell which one it was. He then stops and looks at the clock. 12:52 p.m. Soon, Alois and Ciel would be here for the trades, Master Vincent had to offer. Vincent walks in fixing his hair as he turned to Kroshone. "Kroshone, see if they're here yet", he says in a snappish tone. Kroshone bows as he hears a sudden knock at the door. He then takes a deep breath and finally opens the door. 'Make the first expression, the best' He reminds himself before he opened the door "Hello, welcome to the Foyle Manor, this way please", Kroshone …show more content…
says in a soft smile, walking them towards the Guest Room. Alois sits down as he looks around. "This mansion looks terrible, right Claude?", Alois chuckles. Claude stood there, adjusting his glasses as he watched Kroshone. Kroshone ignored Alois's response as he looked back at Vincent.. 'It's not like I want to be here either...' "Now, now Alois, It is quite rude to say a such thing, I could say the same to yours, you know", Vincent snickers, sitting across from Alois. Alois glares at Vincent as he stands up. "You..." Kroshone then blocks Alois's bickering as he looked at the ground. -Flash Back- Toji sits at his desk, reading a letter. "Kroshone, may you please get my glasses", he asks. Kroshone quickly gets Toji's glasses and hands them to him. "Master, would you like me to clean them for you?", Kroshone offers. Toji smiles. "No need", Toji yawns as he puts the papers down on the desk. "It is my birthday next week, do you remember?", Toji asks. Kroshone nods. "Why of course I remember, are you worried about it?", Kroshone says, concerned. Toji smiles, slowing nodding in agreement.
"I will be turning 32 years old", he laughs. "I am getting quite old. Although this is..", he stops trying to find the word he was looking for. "Um, pessimistic? Yes, pessimistic. I have been thinking about a wife. My mother and father have scold me for not having one, since the age on 20 but I never really find that perfect one", Toji explains. "Master, one day you will have that perfect wife, you dream for because you deserve more than anyone else.", Kroshone says, aloud. Toji looks at Kroshone and smiles softly. "Aw, thank you Kroshone but having you around already makes me feel like I have one", he chuckles. -End- Kroshone feels his cheeks turn bright red as he looked back up. "Kroshone! The door!", Vincent snaps. Kroshone jumps slightly. "Ah! Sorry master, I got it", Kroshone stammers as he quickly open the door for Ciel. "Apologies, please come in", Kroshone says as led Ciel and Sebastian right behind him, into the Guest Room. Vicent then smiles and stands up. "Welcome, Phantomhive, isn't it?", Vincent asks. Ciel nods. "Yes is it", he says as he sat down, by Alois. "Cielll!!", Alois smiles. Ciel sighs in annyonce. "Let's proceed with this meeting, please", Ciel says as he ignore Alois's
comments.
“We just want to see it, that’s all.” “You sure he’s here?” One voice seemed to come from the room on the sofa. “Yeah, he stays here every night.” “There’s another room over there; I’m going to take a look.
... come with him quickly because Cyrano was unconscious with a gash in his head.
Clive is on the phone, telling her that right after they hung up, dispatch got a call to the orderly's apartment. He asks her to come to the station to interrogate the orderly with him.
Sebastian and Roy meet Tyrell by riding in an elevator as though acceding to heaven where Tyrell lives. When they enter the businessman?s bedroom, Tyrell demandingly asks Sebastian,?gmilk and cookies been keeping you awake?... ... middle of paper ... ...
portrayed by the way he expects to have a young wife at the age of 60,
will be all you could ever wish for and more. (To the bride) You have married someone who is: handsome, witty, intelligent, charming, good looking... (To the groom) Sorry, I'm having trouble reading your writing.
After paying, the student tells Chris that he will see her in another six weeks, and to take care. Before opening the glass door Joe throws the student a wave. “Hey, when you’re done with that English paper bring us a copy, I’ll put it up on my wall and make yah famous!” he says. Returning his wave, the student walks into the light of the setting sun; the sounds of the barber shop diminish. Looking through the shop window, he sees Hector sweeping up the hair of his last customer. Shouts from the nearby Cantina, interrupted by a blast from a car horn, take the place of the low, metallic murmur of the clipping shears.
Jasmine had left 1 hour early in order to start getting ready and guess who she took with her, Miranda leaving me to get ready with Wendell. We head to the dressing room and as soon as we are inside on our own, the old Wendell returns. “I told you I would find someone better than Jasmine, although I shouldn’t be saying this but Miranda is great. She has been a Victoria Secret model since 2007, she has been voted the sexiest woman alive and she is everything anyone would want.” “That’s nice Wendell,” I respond, “but Jasmine is the only one who I wish to be with.” We then got ready in silence. About 10 minutes before I was meant to go outside, Arturo came and started to comfort me that everything would be okay. “You know I have forgiven you with what happened with the Vidromek case and you have forgiven me what happened with Jasmine at the Christmas party all those years ago.” I stared at the floor but didn’t say anything, my eyes not meeting his. “But now we are grown up and I would like to give you the opportunity to be your own person. I am very happy to say that you went to Oak Ridge and now we can just hope for the best.” “Yes, Marcelo has forgiven Arturo and he thinks that it is time for Arturo and Marcelo to be friends again.” I said with a smile on my face. It was now time to go outside and walk down the aisle where the most important decision of my life would be made. “Let’s go Arturo,” I then stated and we walked outside into the beautiful
Gregory heard someone giggle. He banged on the flat of his hand on the door “Let me in. Gregory. Let me in” There was nothing but silence… He waited and called again, but there was no response so he wondered away. He couldn’t demand to be let in and pleading would do no good.
This reflection paper is based on the life history interview conducted on me and a 78-year-old woman who is soon going to celebrate her 79th birthday on Sep 21st. I would call her with a fictitious name “Smita” in the entire paper to maintain and protect her privacy. The interview was about our life. It was divided into six major life categories: childhood, adulthood, identity, the present, aging, and life lessons. Having an opportunity to interview a 78-year-old woman and writing this reflective paper about the life history and experiences had made me realize that I have a lot to learn about the stages of human life. Every individual lives are different and it varies tremendously. As an interviewee my goal was to collect the details of life, different stories, and experiences that makes our life unique from the rest of the people.
“not to worry come with me into the village and we will get you something to eat.” she said and helped her brother to his feet allowing h...
of the disgust that he as appeared at their party. He goes to speak to
“Congrats you two,” Eric breathed, a stupid smile on his face,”Welcome to the skulls, the head honcho wants to actually meet you both in the morning, get some rest and meet me here in the morning, six o’clock,” he says and then leaves us to walk back to our apartment, stained with the memory of what we had just done, haunted by the screams of many, but mostly the young girl who had just lost a parent; a young girl who reminded me so much of myself.
“Thank you,” she said politely and waited for him to disappear again. He didn’t. Instead he lingered awkwardly in the doorway like a stray cat. “Is…” Madame Giry began hesitantly, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
Meanwhile, Kile had hobbled over to the passenger side and put his good foot in first. He glared at his old boss with pure hate. His deep purple eyes never left Mr. Johnson. Kile shut the door shortly after Zoe had found herself doing the same. Red had already entered her cheeks as she pressed her hands against the hot air conditioner. She sighed in gratitude, oblivious as to what was truly going