When Amadeus woke up early the next evening he had a bit of a headache, but was fine beyond that. He rose from where he'd apparently slept on the couch and gave a knock at his youngest son's door. "Come in," Ijemaru called from inside. He already knew it was his father who'd knocked.<br/><br/>Tentatively, Amadeus cracked open the door and peaked inside. Ijemaru was already awake, sitting in his desk chair and pushing so it tilted back on two legs and rocked a bit. In his right hand he fiddled with a pen, twirling it between his fingers and tapping it against his chin; something he typically did when he was plotting a rather complicated detail in his head. The Hisuka "head" wasn't sure he wanted to know just what it was his son was thinking about; it was usually better for his own mental health if he didn't know everything that was going on.<br/><br/>"What is it?" The boy asked, snapping Amadeus out of his thoughts.<br/><br/>"Oh, well evening is approaching and I was wondering what we'll be doing tonight?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Typical father,</span>Ijemaru thought, frowning.<span style="font-style: italic">Can't even think on your own can you?</span>"It's rude to stay holed up in our room all night while we're guests here, only coming down for meals. Go downstairs and socialize with pages four through thirteen, and if you've already talked to someone, give them a different response than the last time. Remember to smile and be polite, but authoritative, and bring Miku and Claudius down with you, but don't keep them at your shoulder the whole time. And if Claudius is in a bad mood this evening leave him here. Any questions?" If there were any, Ijemaru wasn't sure how much more specific he could be.<br/><br/>Actually, Amadeus did have one question. "Won't you be coming with us?"<br/><br/>"Holding up social standings is your job," Ijemaru said turning his head to examine the ceiling. "I'll be down shortly but don't expect me to be standing at your shoulder all night." Ijemaru waited for his father to leave (and he managed to bring both Miku and Claudius with him), then continued with his line of thought for a while more before putting his pen to paper and calling for Mary.<br/><br/>He'd written his note for Lady Anna in a neat script, almost feminine in style due to the grace of the strokes and complete lack of sharpness in the lettering, though one could infer little from this besides the knowledge that he'd put great effort into perfecting his penmanship. He'd called for the more timid female servant this time simply because she was less noticeable and drew far less attention than Bartholomew, their other servant who had a surprisingly strong presence for a human.<br/><br/>He gave the girl the letter, sealed neatly into a small envelope, and directed that she deliver it to Lady Anna. The letter read simply as follows:<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dear Lady Anna,<br/>The second floor terrace is lovely in the evening, is it not?<br/>-Ijemaru Hisuka</span><br/><br/>If she couldn't understand something so simple, she wasn't worth his time, though he suspected even his father would understand what something like this meant. Ijemaru sat and pondered for a moment more before making his way to the second floor terrace. It did have such a lovely view of the garden, especially if you leaned just far enough over the stone rail to see the roses.