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5:00AM

'beep beep beep beep!'

The morning alarm was quick, and so was Aoife hand. She swiped the little thing away and against a wall.

'bang!' [color=8882be]"Just a few more..."[/color] Aoife bargained with the ruined clock; she'd have to just fix it later.

'pat pat pat pat!' 'crash!' The unmistakable sound of footsteps from the other bedroom marched over, followed by the door being slammed open.

"A-are you alright?!" The distressed sound of a certain white-haired man, roughly in his thirties filled her room and ears.

[color=8882be]"u-uuh?"[/color] She was still basically asleep, but her head turned to him mechanically. Her eyes were unopened and her thoughts have not yet returned from the clouds

"Aoife!" He shout-whispered.

It only took her one reprimand before nodding in a stupor and getting out of bed. [color=8882be]"Rrrrrright. Morning. Mhm"[/color]

She still wore her silk pajamas: a gift from the man himself, then passed him with a light pat on the shoulder. [color=8882be]"What'll it be then, Libra? Eggs, Bacon or Spam..?"[/color] Her selection had always been either of the three; cooking was just not her strongest suit, and she didn't want to give Libra any horrible cooking to start the day. Her eyes were half-lidded, to reveal her navy-blue gaze. Aoife ambled towards the kitchen to put on her apron and tied her hair up with a piece of rubber used to wrap vegetables in.

Her role was simple enough: Be the housekeeper when home, and she gets a home. 

One by one, the lights, stove and coffee press sprang to life. She had a complete control over the appliances-- anything electronic actually. In the background, the washer also spun the clothes for tomorrow. Being a technopath had its uses.

and yet, that's not exactly why she was chosen to be this man's housekeep. She winked at him and opened the fridge to drink straight out of the milk carton: a little show of her cheekiness.

The man just looked at her with surprise, a hint of admiration at Aoife's matured form. He couldn't help but gawk as she transitioned from sleeping mess to a competent caretaker.

"A--aoife! Y--y-you're doing it again!" He accused. [color=8882be]"Which one? Drinking straight from the carton?"[/color]

She shook the box in front of him [color=8882be]"Relax~ It's almost out! I won't return it back in the fridge don't worry!"[/color] With that, she chugged the remaining contents and started seasoning two eggs with salt and pepper.

Aoife would then continue to make two cups of coffee and prepare the table for eating. Meanwhile, Libra prepared in the bathroom to bathe and dress up. She would follow immediately after, him waiting until she finished. Then, they would eat, brush and leave the small apartment together to work, and go to school.

Despite her age, Aoife was still a sophomore. The girl had never received formal education, so she and Libra had to [i]cheat[/i] around the system by saying she was previously home schooled. By how she was a consistent C~C+ average student, nobody would have been the wiser. She was, however, somewhat taller and more-featured than the other students, and her voice already had a solid tone to it. Suffice to say, Aoife's body had already matured.

Even if not initially agreed upon, she was also offered an education. The girl had no contention regarding this, and was even extra grateful to be given an opportunity. She playfully kisses Libra on the cheek before they go.
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School seemed a little boring at times; Aoife would often find herself looking outwards, where her everyday seemed like a different page from a novel. Now, she felt like she was listening to the same song over and over.

She sighs, turning her book to the assigned page and reading with the rest of the class. Her chin was rested on her palm. Even if she had her eight hours of rest, she felt her head getting woozier and woozier.

'drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!' Aoife's head shot up at the sound of the lunch bell! [color=8882be](Oh boy! oh boy!)[/color] Even in her upper-class life, she still enjoyed the little joys.. such as food.

She raced down the flights of stairs, almost literally flying to the front of the lunch line to get whatever she could get her hands on. Whatever she got would reflect on her monthly lunch bill. All expense paid by the gracious Libra Von Reinhardt. She could feel her mouth water just by smelling the burger meat, and the pasta.