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Date: November 2, 1888
Time: 1:00 PM - 3:00 PM
Location: Various locations around the house.
Characters: Shirogane (

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Summary: Shirogane's just trying to do his job and is available to be bothered.
Warnings: Moving furniture. The horror.

What with all of the people constantly coming and going at Aungier House, furniture needed to be moved around quite often. Rooms needed to be prepared. Some rooms didn't have enough furniture. Others had too much. Other rooms had the appropriate amounts of furniture and were well-used, but the furniture still needed to be moved so that the maids could clean.

That's where the footmen came in. Today, Shirogane found himself doing just that--moving furniture. For the most part, he didn't mind the work. It could be physically demanding, true, but at least there was a point to it. A purpose other than that someone somewhere thought criminals needed to walk on treadmills or turn pointless cranks for hours on end. For a few hours in the afternoon, he could be found moving furniture between rooms as he'd been directed. If he needed to be bothered or pulled away for some other task, well, he was just a footman. He didn't quite have as much governance over his own time as he would have liked.

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"The color seems all right," Lyall agreed after considering it a moment, as well. It would harmonize rather than clash, even if it didn't precisely match. "Very well. Will you require any help to get it moved, or shall I leave you to it?"

Not that he'd stoop to helping manually, of course, not at his rank and with his reedy frame, but he'd send someone up to help if need be.

"I believe I can get it myself..." Shirogane experimentally went to lift the sette. He was no stranger to a hard day's physical labor; they did so hate to see the inmates lying around idle at his last place of residence. "No worse than some of the jobs at the, er, docks."

"Excellent." After one more glance about, Lyall finished, "I'll leave you to it, then. I trust your judgement to fit it into the other room's collection tastefully." Well, somewhat tastefully, anyway. He might have words about it later, but for now, he had other things to tend to, and he didn't need to supervise this simple endeavor. "Thank you, Mister Oogami."

Shirogane gave Lyall a nod of acknowledgement before returning his full attention to getting that sette where it needed to go. "You're welcome, sir. It's what I'm here for."

((and fade out there I believe :) nice establishing scene!))