[Sandalphon's always been notoriously difficult to please, so finding someone like Izumi had been a stroke of unprecedented luck. So many of his staff had heard but not listened, observed but not seen, failed to understand him—but not Izumi. Every time he wanted something from Izumi, it was done, whether he asked it or not. Sometimes, it would be done before even he himself realized he wanted it.
It was only natural that he'd get rid of everyone else.
Even now, Izumi surely must have noticed his light still on from beneath the door; the question is just a formality. Lesser butlers would have excused themselves to bed, or interrupted twice—once to ask if he needs anything, and once to bring him what he wants—but he's sure before even seeing him that Izumi has brought something with him already.
He's always thoughtful like that. It's what makes Sandalphon yearn for more and more from him.]
...I am. You may enter.
[It will be good to see his face, too, after staying up so late working on a pet project of his.]
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It was only natural that he'd get rid of everyone else.
Even now, Izumi surely must have noticed his light still on from beneath the door; the question is just a formality. Lesser butlers would have excused themselves to bed, or interrupted twice—once to ask if he needs anything, and once to bring him what he wants—but he's sure before even seeing him that Izumi has brought something with him already.
He's always thoughtful like that. It's what makes Sandalphon yearn for more and more from him.]
...I am. You may enter.
[It will be good to see his face, too, after staying up so late working on a pet project of his.]