Celestia had her tea served with the same flawlessness as usual. Toujou was always precise and careful to make everything as perfect as possible, and Celestia appreciated her efforts. She'd become more than just a maid to her after the short time they'd been working together and the gambler wished to return all the kindness. Therefore, once she left to follow up with her duties for the day, she left behind a small present, a green box with an embroided handkerchief inside and a note "To Toujou".
𝓓uty is the essence of life & thus her awakening beckons when the sun shines from its nightly rest. Fingertips meet the end of hollow back, soft fabric presses against the skin of her hands. Gloved hands press against the folds of her dress, flattening out the potential creases that may have formed from previous duties. Certainly after all, a maid MUST adhere to looking SUITABLE for the job. While it isn't something she forgets, Toujou is aware ( at the very least ) that it IS indeed her birthday. May 10. Since the day of her first breath to now, it is a significant day representing her growth as a person, but also certainly something joyous to look forward too---
AFTER her duties that is. Duty before self. A motto the blonde-haired maid keeps to her heart.
Devoid of her mistress's warm welcome, the maid halts in her footsteps as she eyes at her surroundings once making her way to the gambler's living room. Present on the neatly kept table, a small box is present; bound by wrapping & ribbons combined with a small note with her family name pinned onto the note. Toujou is cautious with her STEPS---careful to NOT disturb the resting CAT within the same premises she resides in ( at the very least he didn't HATE her; thoughtful at the very least she is ), gloved digits gently pull the present to the edge, lifting it up towards her visage.
A smile evolves upon her lips when sage green irises witness the gift presented in its box. Certainly it was NOT cheap ( of course it isn't---Celestia seldom allows filth within her territory ). Modest she is, the maid cannot help but chuckle softly to herself. ❝ My, my. How generous of you, Celestia-sama. ❞ Toujou speaks to herself with a tone of FONDNESS ( she LIKED her mistress quite a bit---it isn't hard to tell ). ❝ Certainly my gratitude for you is the best royal milk tea when you are back home. ❞
