Hours would pass before Monday returned to the kitchen, making himself a large number of grilled cheese sandwiches. He had made sure to pass along the news about what to expect in the coming days to the few who hadn't been around earlier. With twelve sandwiches piled up on a plate and one being eaten Monday started to wander back to his room. It wasn't uncommon for the neko to keep to himself, but it had become more so since shortly before Rato's death.<br/><br/>Monday almost didn't notice the meek shadow following him. He frowned, knowing who it was, Dima, one of Rato's last hires. The boy was barely old enough to work and was clueless, his sister had been practically living in his room for the past month. The neko wasn't exactly a fan of the pair.<br/><br/>Dima barely came up to Monday's shoulder, his ivory white hair a fluffy mess, his slightly curled ram horns kept his hair from hiding his small round ears. Large green eyes were affixed on the plate of sandwiches. "Can please have one?" Dima asked softly, his words were thick with an odd accent, something akin to Russian.<br/><br/>Monday paused in the hall and stared at the pitiful little Dima. It really amazed him that this pathetic thing could be the twin of Lida. The neko had tried to inform them Lida, Dima's sister, couldn't be living in Dima's room. But she was a force to be reckoned with, letting their polar bear lineage be known. With a frown he reluctantly offered the sandwich he had been eating.<br/><br/>Dima hesitated only a moment before snatching up the proffered sandwich. His thanks was muffled as he promptly started eating the partial sandwich with a look of joy. When Monday continued to walk he followed.<br/><br/>"Where is your sister?"<br/>"Fighting."<br/>"You know, with Madame Nova here, Lida cannot keep staying in your room."<br/>"Yes." he finished the sandwich and was now licking his fingers, "Already I packed her few things."<br/>"Good."<br/><br/>At that Monday gave Dima another sandwich and went into his room. Dima grinned at the sandwich, though frowned slightly at the door being closed and locked in his face. With a soft huff he turned away to head back downstairs as he ate the sandwich. He had a client to meet soon.<br/><br/>Dima was one of the few that had been working during the month, his sister helping him to do better. His outfits were picked out by Lida, her old clothes. He was eye catching to say the least, so he had no shortage of interested patrons. All of his experience were things Lida had taught him and what he'd learned working here, which wasn't much so far. Any time he had a question he went to his sister, she always had answers, though, they weren't always right. There had been a few times he had been terribly embarrassed with a patron, but it turned out alright, it seemed his naivety was appealing to many customers.