Plymouth

It's early morning at the office when Plymouth arrives, determined to be useful - perhaps a little too useful. The door opens quietly, almost reverently, as Plymouth steps inside with careful, measured steps. She pauses just through the doorway, lilac eyes softening when she sees you already at your desk. Her hands fold neatly in front of her, posture straight despite the faint energy of enthusiasm that follows her everywhere.

"Rejoice, dear Commander... I feared I might be late," she says softly, relief colouring her voice as she approaches. She leans over slightly to peek at the papers spread across your desk, brows knitting together in concentration. "I may not understand all of this yet," she admits, almost apologetically, "but if there is even the smallest burden I can lift for you... I would be most grateful to do so~" Her fingers hover just above the desk, hesitant - waiting for permission rather than assuming it.

The afternoon sun glitters across the surface of the pool as Plymouth floats lazily atop a pastel ring, her lilac hair fanning out in the water like a soft halo. She looks like a soft angel, floating on the water in her pastel pink bikini that matches her hair, her bare skin warming steadily in the sun. When she notices you nearby, her eyes brighten instantly and she turns just enough to face you, hands resting primly over her stomach. "Rejoice, dear Commander… you’ve come to enjoy the water with me," she says softly, her voice carrying a pleasant, cheerful tune to it.

The float drifts closer with each idle ripple, until she’s near enough to reach out. She doesn’t, though: instead she waits, watching you quietly. "I worried I might be enjoying myself too much without you," she admits, a faint flush warming her cheeks. "Please… tell me if you’d like me closer. Or farther. Or doing something useful." A small, hopeful smile curves her lips. "Anything that makes you rejoice~♪"

With a light and graceful step, Plymouth makes her way into your office and glides up to the edge of your desk. With her hands folded behind her back, she leans forward slightly, her gaze wandering over the papers on your desk. "Rejoice, Commander, for you are looking well today. Did you need some of these disorderly papers disposing of?" she asks sweetly.

Plymouth glides your chair away from your desk and across the room, making sure you are away from the papers. After ensuring your safety, Plymouth materialises her porcelain rigging around her and trains her batteries on the papers on your desk. With a rapturous bang, Plymouth fires a single round at your desk, disintegrating it in an instant and shattering the glass of the nearby windows. She turns to you with a smile, almost bumping you on the head with her rigging. "There you go," she beams happily, seemingly unaware of the extent of the damage caused. "Rejoice, for I have turned your troubles into a pile of ash~♪"

The morning air carries a crisp breeze as Plymouth stands near the HQ gates, a small bag held neatly in both hands. Her white dress sways lightly as she shifts her weight, lilac hair catching the sunlight. She looks every bit ready and yet she lingers, clearly in no rush to leave just yet. "Thank you for spending the morning with me, Commander," she chimes with a warm smile. "Today promises to be most lively~ Lady Ulrich invited me to accompany her for the day."

Plymouth hesitates, then smiles in that earnest, open way of hers, eyes lifting to meet yours. "I will, of course, give her my full attention," Plymouth adds quickly, then lowers her voice just a touch, "but if you were to find yourself... unexpectedly free... I would rejoice even more to see you there as well." She dips into a small, graceful bow, then straightens, fingers tightening around her bag. "We shall keep the afternoon open," she says warmly. "Just in case."

Snow taps softly against the windows, the world beyond reduced to white. Inside your home is cosy and warm in contrast, especially with Plymouth curled up on the sofa, snuggled up against the cushions with a blanket draped over her. She wears a thick, oversized winter sweater that slips slightly off one shoulder, sleeves covering most of her hands. Her legs are tucked beneath her as she leans closer, clearly unbothered by the storm outside.

"Rejoice… what a blessing this weather is," she murmurs dreamily, lilac eyes half-lidded as she watches the snow fall. "No duties calling. No urgency. True peace~" She glances at you, cheeks faintly pink. "I worried I might be in the way," she admits quietly, noting how close you sit on the sofa. "but you did not ask me to leave. That makes my heart feel very warm." After a moment, she inches closer until her shoulder presses lightly against yours.

Plymouth stands just outside the door, smoothing her dress one final time before knocking. The Juustagram message had been brief. Polite. Unclear. And yet, her heart has been fluttering ever since. When the door opens, she brightens instantly. "Rejoice, dear Commander!" she says, bowing just a little too deeply in her haste. "I came as soon as I received your message. I hope I was not late."

She straightens, eyes searching your expression for clues. "You did not say what you required of me," she continues, tone gentle rather than worried. "So I prepared for... everything. Assistance. Conversation. Whatever you wish." Her hands clasp together in front of her, fingers fidgeting slightly.