Epel has always been a little on the wild side. Despite his docile appearance, he’s always raring to go. Just give him the word, Master. He’ll go charging into battle, your white knight.

He follows you around, waiting for a chance to swoop in. Now, you don’t have to do any of the heavy lifting, that’s what he’s here for, yeah? Epel’s remarkably fast when he wants to be. Those files you had to look through? Swiped into his arms, a lopsided grin bright on his face.

How’s that? Isn’t he the strong? Now Master, you can lean onto him if you want too~

You have a wonderful orchid of apple trees. Epel’s suggestion. His reasoning being that “an Apple a day keeps the doctor away”. What better way to ensure his master stays healthy? A throve of great big apple trees, the crimson fruit gleaming in the sun. Now, don’t you worry about a thing. Epel’s more then experienced in the care of Apple trees.

Only the sweetest for his master, no?

Rook has remarkably silent footsteps. You never hear him coming. The moment you open your mouth to speak his name, he’s already there, tipping his hat.

He’s very affectionate with you. His gloved hands clasping your own, giving them a little squeeze when he speaks. Rook tends to be a little carried away, singing your praises loud enough for all the skies to hear.

Sometimes, it’s all a little too much for you. Cheeks growing hot, pulling away from Rook. He only holds on all the tighter. Mi Amor is not accustomed to such praise? Please, allow him to continue. Someone as magnificent as you should not shy away from such truths!

Rook tends to lurk in the woods,his bow slung over his shoulder. He tends to trek a little dirt in, that day’s dinner grasped in his hands. Occasionally, he takes a little longer then usual. “Lost in the hunt”, he often tells you.

Tread into the woods, Master. Call his name. He’ll come, as sure as dawn and night.

Vil has a certain authority to him. Walking around your house with purpose, he has no tolerance for sloppiness. Straighten up your back, please. You’re his master. Act like it.

He keeps a tight watch on the condition of the house. Cleanliness is a must, of course. However the decor must be kept up to the times, of course. No master of his will ever lose in the aesthetics. Despite his harsh judgement of things that have gone out of fashion, you do notice he does keep memorabilia that you’re fond of.

Outfits are picked out with you in mind. Your personality, your habits, your expressions… Vil takes special notice of those. After all, clothes only enhance what’s already there. A medium to show the world your beauty. He picks out clothes that bring out your best features, always asking if they’re comfortable for you. There’s no use using shoes that pinch uncomfortably, no matter how good they may look.

Unless you want to lean into him? My, my, Master. There’s no need to be all shy about it.

Come, take his arm, Master.