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: biggrin romius stared down at Artemis for awhile. He didnt say anything or show any facial expressions. Suddenly he burst out laughing and fell down onto the ground. That went better then he had first thought. He stood up and brushed himself off and then helped Artemis all the while grinning::

"hahhaha! Your too easy Artemis! You should have seen the look on your face! HAHAhah!": biggrin romius took a deep breath and then cleared his throat::"Anyway" ::he said shoving a bucket in his arms::"Go out back and get some water and bring it inside. Your accoustomed to drinking tea right?"
::He turned around and headed back for the house:: "Hope your hungry!"

Artemis didn't seem to find the situation nearly as amusing as Dromius did. His brow knitted slightly as he kept his dark eyes cast onto the ground. He was used to being laughed at, but he didn't recall for any reason such as this. If the nobles wanted a good laugh, they'd have him perform some humiliating tasks. Dromius was much different, if not a bit on the strange side, he decided taking the bucket without complaint.

"Well, I-" Artemis began quietly with the other's question, but it seemed before he had even the chance to answer, Dromius was headed back for the house. Ah, so it appeared he was going to get something to eat afterall. Cradling the bucket inconcept of drawing water from the well. He had seen other servants do it before, though never actually had to do it himself. At one point, the bucket dropped off freely into the water below. That's when he finally resigned himself to giving up the method of rope and pulley and just using a much easier path. Magic.

With only a small amount of concentration, Artemis had the bucket, now full of water, levitating its way back up into his arms. Why didn't he just do that before? he wondered, heading back to the house. He peeked inside the door, but didn't enter. ".. I've retrieved the water you asked for," he announced.

Stepping timidly inside, Artemis noticed the smell of breakfast was much stronger within the house than it was outside. And by the looks of all the food, he would have guessed it wasn't going to be only the two of them eating. Crossing the room, the servant handled the bucket with ease as he poured the water into the pot, finishing what he was told to do in silence. Turning, he assumed Dromius meant for him to sit at the table. So he did just that, sitting with a straight back, hands on his thighs. He noticed the house was rather homely. Much different than what he was used to, but cozy none-the-less. His eyes eventually trailed up to Dromius as he worked. Hearing nothing else other than the sizzling of food and the occasional shuffle of the other's feet, he finally brought himself around to speak.

"You live here.. alone?" he asked.

Artemis watched the food being shoveled onto the plate, keeping his eyes downcast as Dromius spoke. The last statement caught him rather off-guard. This unusual enviroment must have unwittingly removed his usual placid mask. But either way, the other man was right. He truly was unaccustomed this this attention. Afterall, he would only be permitted to eat whenever the nobles had finished their own meals or during rich ceremonies in which he would either be seated with his Lords as mere decoration or serving the guests.

"Perhaps," he replied. Being so used to keeping his head and eyes lowered when speaking, he did just the same while talking to Dromius. "I was not created to be a conversationalist. Of course, if it was ordered of me, I would speak of whatever my Lords' wish.."

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( Hello again everyone. I had quite the eventufull year which lead to me not going on gaia ever but i didnt forget about all of you. A friend of mine is going to collaborate with me and see if we can make this rp into a webcomic)