Seeing these stacks of expensive bathroom materials, you asked yourself "Why keep yourself occupied in this bathroom?" There must be other fun rooms other than this bathroom. And I don't have the mood in baths anyways.
I opened the oaken door and was welcomed again with the more illuminated bedroom of his. Intrinsic Romanesque French Design was evident from the room. Even though I lost my precious mathematical knowledge, I still have my intellectual fond for architecture. What made the room out of order was the abundance of Soccer posters, Video game rack and that comfortable Race car bed of this kid. What a shame my father must have with this kid.
I left the room after getting myself bored with the room. As much as I want to play my toys, I imposed myself a time limit of one week before fixing this kid's problems. I want to get back to my body as soon as possible and find out how much damage the girl possessing my body has done in my life.
Outside was a hallway of doors with renaissance paintings between this doors. I recognize some of this paintings but I didn't bother to stop at one and stare at it for hours.
I opened one of this several doors and found myself at the dinner hall. Several maids were there and they were fixing today's breakfast. I placed myself on one of these hundreds of ornate seats and prepared myself to munch all the food on the table until I was stopped by another person who is also sitting at the table.
"Phillip Cornelius Collins! What in heaven's name are you doing?" a feminine voice said.
I looked at the direction the voice came from. A middle aged thin woman was the voice's source. She was wearing an extravagant hat as if she's cosplaying a female peacock. "What?" I replied. "Is it just me or is my accent British?"
"You are paring the Fish Fork and the Fruit Spoon. Are you out of your mind mister?"
I looked beside my plate and found an assorted sizes of spoons, fork and other ding dong or whatnot.
"What do I use to it then?" I complained. This British accent of mine is getting quite out of hand.
"Goodness gracious. Use the fork and spoon that is near your platter. Haven't Mistress Belladonna taught you sufficient manners?"
I grabbed the spoon and fork that she mentioned and proceeded myself in grabbing all those munchies on the table. Bacon, Chicken legs, yang chow rice, I put then all in my plate.
"GOODNESS GRACIOUS PHILLIP! What are you doing again?"
"Sorry! I'm hungry."
"Fine. But your father will know of this." She wiped her mouth and pushed her plate away leaving large amounts of leftovers.
I waited for her to leave before munching all those food on my plate. While I'm eating, one of the servants was looking at me. Hunger was in his eyes and his rumbling tummy can be heard from miles away. He's looking at the food at the table and I'm quite sure that he wants a mouthful of this food. There's too much for me and I think I can't finish it all.
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