A/N: Huh. Someone actually took up my offer. Thanks to anon Guest, I guess?
"Argh!"
Okay, so it was even more official than official. Today was the worst day ever in Louise's life. She furiously stomped into her room, not even checking to see whether her was following, all the while ranting to herself.
'Why oh why oh WHY didn't I ask for his name as soon as he was summoned?! Just one moment out of my time, and then I wouldn't be in this suffering in the first place! Can I do it now? If I just ordered him to tell me his name now – but then, how would I know whether he'd go blabbering about it as soon as I'm out of earshot? He was smitten enough by that von Zerbst to do that! But then how else am I going to get his name?!'
Still, this day wasn't a total loss. At least she summoned a familiar to begin with...even if he isn't exactly her familiar at the moment. Now that she thought about it, was that why, back in the office, she had felt somewhat reluctant to call him her familiar?
...Well, either that, or "servant" just felt one tier higher from "familiar". Somehow.
Louise sighed. She'd sort out her feelings another time. Right now, she was getting sleepy.
She started stripping off her clothes one by one; mantle, blouse, skirt, stockings, camisole... As she did so, she called back over her shoulder, "Servant, wash these clothes for me by tomorrow –"
She turned around to to look at her servant, and abruptly realized there was a large pool of blood dripping from his nose while his eyes were unfocused, seemingly about to faint.
"...On second thought, just clean yourself first."
