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dorothy x nozel 🌬 (w&s)

Nozel had just gotten up from a full night of sleep, his bedsheets tossed onto one side of his bed. He climbed to his knees and crawled onto the edge of the bed, swinging his legs over and allowing his feet to land on the cold marble flooring. Chills swam up his spine. He turned his head to the bedside table to check the time, and it read "05:42". Nozel yawned and lifted himself on his feet, sporting nothing but indigo colored boxers. He decided to throw on his custom made Silver Eagles bathrobe, and headed down to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. Opening the refrigerator, he found nothing and stared into the void hoping his hunger would just up and go away... unsurprisingly, it didn't. A few seconds followed with a bell that rang throughout the entire Silva estate. Nozel perked up and closed the fridge, heading down to the large double doors in stride. What was waiting for him on the other side left him with such a straight poker face that it almost hurt.

It was the Captain of the Coral Peacocks, Dorothy Unsworth! She held up a peace sign, with a wink revealed behind it, her head tilted with a cute smile that could color rainbows into the sky. She giggled and leaned toward Nozel, her hands clasped behind her back, "Ya-hoo~! Whatcha up to, Nozel-oniichan~?" He reached for the doors and made to slam them into her face but she'd stuck her right foot out in advance, creating a makeshift doorstop. "Ow! You're so heartless." Nozel immediately opened the doors back up and got on his knee to check on Dorothy's foot. "I-I'm sorry.. I wouldn't have done that if I knew you were going to use your body to stop me..." He rubbed her foot gently, and glanced up into her eyes, 'I'm so sorry' visibly written across his face. She smiled and got onto her knee to meet his eyes, "Don't apologize, it's my fault for always being cheeky!", "... so what did you come here for, if I may ask?", Dorothy grinned and placed a hand behind his head, "I wanted to go on a date with you! Just joking~!"

You would've thought Rill was around, because in a flash, Nozel's face had been painted red. "Stop messing with me!" She giggled again before climbing to her feet, taking pressure off of her right foot by letting it hover a few inches off the floor. "The Wizard King relayed a message to Marx who wanted me to relay the message to you.. and now I'm here!" Nozel nodded, standing up alongside her, holding her hand in his to act as her support, her cane, and her railing. "Come inside. I'll make you some coffee.", "Make that tea, please." Nozel shot a look over his shoulder, his hand still grasping hers, "We don't do that, here." She tilted her head with a smile, "Surely you have a variety of mini sugar cookies served on a platter!", "No, but I guess if you want something, I can get my siblings to fetch them for you while we talk." Dorothy squeezed Nozel's hand gently, walking in behind him and shutting the door behind them. "You're so sweet to me! That's why I love you~!" He blushed and whipped his head around, leading her up to his room wearing an angry expression the whole way.

Upon entering his room, Dorothy took it all in with glee, even if it was the most bland room anyone could ever have. Straight ahead was his bed which easily took up at least forty percent of his room, above it a mini version of the portrait of their mother they hang in the hallway downstairs. On both sides of his bed were bedside tables, with nothing but lamps. Light grey carpets covered the floor except for the perimeter surrounding his bed, which were marble floors utilizing a white and grey color scheme. His closet and bathroom doors were shut, so there was nothing for Dorothy to see there, though she imagined they'd bear immense resemblance to his bedroom. She was curious to see his fashion style and what he possibly wore during his offtime, though. Nozel flicked her forehead gently, snapping her back to her senses, "What are you spacing out for? Hop onto my bed." Her face flushed and she hopped over to his bed with her left foot, flying on and covering herself in his sheets, "What are you going to do with me, dangerous stranger?", at this he fumed, flustered, so he shut the doors behind him and marched toward Dorothy, who was hugging her legs to her chest, all while keeping his eyes locked onto her. "I warned you to stop messing with me!"