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Juuni stopped and Maximos froze. That look on her face, she was going to attack! He was prepped, he was ready to catch her and go tumbling back across the floor as she tried to tackle the cookies from him. But! It seemed her chosen victim was the sandwich. And it died, it died the cutest death possible.

He wanted to reach out and pat her back so she didnt choke, but before he could move from his chair the glass of milk was down. And Juuni sat before him wearing a PB&J Sammich.

His secret weapon was a complete and total success. He did everything he could to keep from putting his hands on his hips and going "Muahahaha!". Instead, the door peeled open as a shadow silouhette exited the kitchen with a very large tray easily holding over a hundred cookies, of about 23 different varieties. Walter had made desert early today.

The try was set down in front of Juuni and Maximos, and just before he could pounce it Maximos would meet her glance. His hands flat on the table, a competitive gaze in his eyes.

Who would pounce the cookies first!?

Maximos practically fell off his chair laughing. He wasnt laughter at her, but with her. It wasnt mocking, she was just so precious it was all he could do. He tried to race her, but nothing is faster than a neko-jin going after her cookies. She beat him by a mile, he only escaped with a macadamia white chocolate.

He brought it back, took a bit when he saw the shadow had caught Juuni's attention. This was just an opportunity he couldnt pass up. The shadow gently raised its black hand and waved. The shadows here were like mannequins they were used for simple non-complex tasks like serving food, dusting, the like.

Or in this case...waving!

Seeing her reaction Maximos was quite happy he hadnt decided to make it go "boo", instead. So with a small wave of his hand the Shadow was dispelled vanishing into a black poof. This left Juuni, cookies, and milk. And what yummy cookies they were! Maximos took a big bite out of his and a large slurp of milk leaving him with a nice big milk mustache, and a bright smile!

And what did Maximos do? What does anyone do when they have a satisfied purring kitty before them, beside them, or anywhere around them. He reached out to cute little Juuni, and pet her gingerly. Not neglecting behind her ears. Because if the kitty is purring, everything is perfectly right.

And when sleep finally overcame her, when the sandman came to put her to rest, filling her cute head with the most beautiful of dreams, Maximos would gently scoop her up. He'd place little Juuni in the safety of his grasp and walk her over to the closet room, laying her carefully in a bed, and ever so gently laying a blanket over her. Gently running his head down the side of her face with a smile, she looked so very peaceful. And then he left, being extra careful not to make a sound when the door shut.

Walter rose from the rose garden by the windmill door. Such noise, such disruption, he had told Master Maximos when he returned with the arm that he should have written Tomorrow out of the security system. But the Master simply didnt listen. Perhaps he was relying on Walter to play security.

He rose, and made his way directly to the Thunder god. Walter looked to be in his mid to early 60's. A small pony tail was tied behind his head, and he wore a monocle over his right eye. A black best, covering a dress white shirt, with a black tie covered his torso, while his legs were simply covered by a black pressed dress pants, and black penny loafers adorned his feet. Although most of that was hidden by a lock black apron, and his gloves were a bit stained with fresh soil from the garden.

He did no know Tomorrow first hand, but he knew the stories about him Maximos had shared. He knew that if Tomorrow was here to start trouble he would be rather rude to the man standing before him, having no concept of who Walter truly was. None of that mattered, Tomorrow would be nice, or he would be rude elsewhere. The humble butler smiled, and spoke a small hint of some odd language on his voice.

Sir Johnathan Tomorrow, I presume. What can I do for you?

Walter could smell a lie from about a mile or three away. It had a sour sweet smell. On a soul, a lie shown as a tinge of green blipping only for the moment it was spoken and carried out. On an aura, a lie showed as a sudden inward fluctuation, as one hides their intents and releases the lie. In body posture, while conjuring a lie most people look to the right and up. There was just no way to hide it all. Walter's eyes were just too good. Though he did take the moment to adjust his monocle.

Really? From my understanding of your last encounter that is behavior most unexpected.

He said, pulling the tips of each finger on the glove, before sliding his gloves off, and into a pocket in his apron. If Tomorrow lied, or was hiding intent, now was the time he would see it.

The Master is currently working on transforming your arm into something, useful. I can inform him you have arrived, but I cannot promise he will come. Is there anything in particular you would like me to tell him, Sir Tomorrow?

He would slip the stained gloves into his apron, and then don a fresh, clean pair. Such as is acceptable for cooking, inviting guests, and the like. Formality was key, and for the Butler it came as second nature.