"Oi! Lucienne, up the stairs, quickly!"

Easy for you to say, came the immediately thought, blowing out an exasperated breath. Puffing out her cheeks huffily, she pulled up her long fluffy skirt angrily and took another step up the carved stairs, nobody tells the Kayime heiress to do anything and this is so illegal I feel bad. Violently purple eyes glared up irritably at the shadowy, back-lit figure further up the steep staircase as she took another step, looping the skirt hem up her arm and keeping it firmly out of the way. Small sandled feet stepped up onto another step, half-clambering just to make up for the height.

"Lucy! Come on!"

A small hand reached out towards her, and Lucienne grinned in spite of herself, and slapped her hand into his, accepting the help. Finally, the idiot realised how difficult it was to climb stairs that were half her height, which wasn't very high - even for a six year old. Her face continued to retain the sretched happy expression as she made it up the rest of the stairs with her white lace-trimmed skirt draped over her arm, and her other hand firmly held on to and levered up by her best friend, towards some unknown surprise he'd prepared for her. "So, what is going on?" came the demanding but insufferably polite tone, as Lucienne flipped a messy mass of curls that were part of her hair behind her shoulder and jammed her hand onto her right hip: every image of a spoiled heiress to the Kayime fortune, and to her family she was a total success. To everyone else however, it was just another one of those girls who only needed one word to cover everything: bitchy. Ha, Lucienne tossed her head, throwing her coppery mop back in her usual haughty manner, only to burst out in childish laughter when he gave her the usual look with the attempt at a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, spit it!" she managed, as she covered her mouth and keep the laughter in with a polite 'ahem' and attempt to pull together the proper stiff look. He looked pleased with himself for a minute, adjusting his signature beret across his plum coloured hair and dusting off the front of his sienna and cream shirt with an aura of someone distinctly proud of himself. Lucienne prssed her fingers tightly to her mouth and kept a straight face as he even went to the extent to fiddle with his strangely cut hair, with the beads and jagged cuts all through the straight quirky mop as he took his time to keep up the suspense.

[unfinished]