An Awkward Visit

*Jening fixed his tie nervously. He wore a classic black and white today as well as hair slicked nicely into place. He wanted to go formally today. Very formally. There was someone very important to meet. As he stood in the white and gold hall, he looked left and right to make sure there was no one lurking. He managed to conceal his presence well via the use of his energies. Sighing, he prepared to knock on the door, lifting a hand to do so....and then put it down again*

"Jening is never nervous around women."

*his own voice reassured himself, but unlike his confident tone he usually carried around with him, one that had gotten him out of bad spots, it wavered dangerously. Stopping for a moment to clear his throat, he finally mustered up the courage and knocked three times on the white painted door*

"Get the door Sparactus..."

"Master you're so lazy..."

"Hey! You can't say that while you call me Master, that's a total contradiction with the title!"

"You make so much noise in the morning after tea..."

"Argh! Just get the door already, they're probably pissed!"

"They wouldn't like to see you in this state anyway, Master..it's not exactly flattering."

"WHAT!"

*after a moment's crash, and a small shout, the door opened in recluctance. A man's face appeared at the door, roughly angled. He looked as if he hadn't shaved in quite the while...Spartacus just grew his sandy blonde facial hair faster than usual. He didn't wear much, merely a very thin tunic and a cut cloth to cover himself. He looked at Jening curiously, just a tad taller than he was. He said quickly with his accent*

"Good morning, did you need something?"

"Oiyah....?"

*Jening looked up at the man in the doorway in surprise. Then his expression became grave, his right hand pulling out his revolver. The silver muzzle gleamed, pointed under Spartacus' chin dangerously. His normally cheerful dark eyes grew serious. The suit he wore no longer looked as if he were going quite formally somewhere, but instead Jening looked like quite the hitman. And his voice grew soft but sharp*

"Jening made no mistake...this is Miss Alyss' room. And why the hell are you in it..."

"You--"

"Who's at the door Sparactus?"

*Alyss came to the door herself, in a short black nightgown. She did not have her headphones on, in fact, she had woken up not too long ago. One strap of her nightgown had fallen off of her shoulder...her pink hair, usually perfectly straight was in a mess, a graceful one. Alyss' face was framed by her pink locks. Her crystal blue eyes looked to Jening's face curiously, then a shiver was sent down her spine and her eyes grew wide*

"J-J-Jening...?"