"Oh! The lounge! Okay then. I'm..." The page pokes his arms and runs his hands through his hair.
"I'm me, I guess. I am - was? - am a page for the Master. The kind that fetches weapons and waits on knights while they eat, not the kind you write on.
"Speaking of which, a typewriter? Is that the key-smashing thing I would hear guests writing on sometimes?"
He turns his attention from Key Smasher to Sword Arms, leaving an ear pointed at the typewriter. "The thing where I wake up and someone's looking at me funny. This is the first time I've done it without them touching me, though! Also I'm holding an umbrella made of nice metal. Uh. Do you want it?"
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"I'm me, I guess. I am - was? - am a page for the Master. The kind that fetches weapons and waits on knights while they eat, not the kind you write on.
"Speaking of which, a typewriter? Is that the key-smashing thing I would hear guests writing on sometimes?"
He turns his attention from Key Smasher to Sword Arms, leaving an ear pointed at the typewriter. "The thing where I wake up and someone's looking at me funny. This is the first time I've done it without them touching me, though! Also I'm holding an umbrella made of nice metal. Uh. Do you want it?"