[ Katsura watches the room service guy as he enters, dark eyes scanning him up and down. He had to be an Amanto of some kind, or else Zura wouldn't have been left staring at him with a look of distaste on his lips, twisted into a frown without him even realizing.
Oh, he wants to move him to the bed?
Katsura complies wordlessly, keeping an eye on the butler the entire time. He sits with his knees together and his legs off the side of the bed, fingers curled into the top of the duvet. ]
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Oh, he wants to move him to the bed?
Katsura complies wordlessly, keeping an eye on the butler the entire time. He sits with his knees together and his legs off the side of the bed, fingers curled into the top of the duvet. ]