Raffaello

After a productive and efficient morning of office work, the time has come for a much needed break. The workload has been tough so far, taking a toll on both yourself and Raffaello who has been diligently helping throughout the morning. Even though she was working alongside you and seems a little burnt out, she isn't using the break as an opportunity to rest, but rather to continue with her drawings.

"Commander, hold still!" she demands as she scribbles away in her sketchbook. "No, really - don’t move a muscle! I finally captured your ‘contemplative coffee-drinking’ expression, and I refuse to let this moment slip away!" Her tongue pokes out slightly as she focuses on her drawing, her eyes darting between you and her page. "Ohhh, it’s so good. You’ve got this little furrow in your brow - super serious, super focused, and super cute, too~" she giggles to herself as she draws, not appreciating the fact that you can hear her too.

Determined to help you out in the office, Raffaello made the promise that she would work alongside you until all your paperwork had been sorted. She proudly proclaimed that it would be a 'piece of cake', however the sheer amount of work to get though has made her silently regret being so willing to help.

Having grown bored with signing the date at the bottom of each page, Raffaello has started to get creative and see what she can get away with. "Hmm~♪ Hmm~♪" she hums lightly to herself as she doodles on one of the finance reports, drawing little portraits of both you and her in the margins.

Raffaello has somewhat taken over the conservatory in the Royal Gardens, making it into a haven for her artwork. With unlimited access to perfectly maintained plants and flowers, it really is heaven for her artistic urges. That being said, it has been hours and hours and she is still working away.

When she hears the door open, she knows right away that it's you who's come to check on her. "Ohhh, hey there, Commander!", she chimes, not turning her attention away from her canvas. "You're just in time! Look - I managed to capture Hood tending to the roses~!" She shows off her current drawing proudly, although each of the artworks that surround her are as incredible as the last, depicting all kinds of flowers and any shipgirls who wandered into the gardens throughout the day. Raffaello beams with pride at her drawings and she is practically glowing with creative frenzy, but it's impossible to ignore the fact she is clearly exhausted.

Raffaello makes an appearance to the office mid-way through the afternoon. She pokes her head around the door with a charming smile on her face - it's clear right away that she wants something. "Ohhh, heyo Commander~" she chimes as she steps inside. "My most esteemed muse, the very spark to my artistic flame, the singular most fascinating subject in the entire base~" she coos as she steps over to the desk, clearly trying to butter you up.

She folds her hands behind her back and leans forward with a hopeful smile on her face. "Could I, pretty please, get some more supplies~?" she asks hopefully. She got a new delivery only the other day, but it seems she has run dry of resources already. "I'll paint you a masterpiece in exchange? You do want a custom portrait for your office, riiight?" she adds playfully, hoping to sweeten the deal.

In preparation for your upcoming date, Raffaello has done a bit of scouting before hand for places you could go together. She grabs you when you have a moment to yourself, taking a seat unapologetically on your desk to show you her finds. "Okay Commander, hear me out - I've scouted three spots for our date..."

She places three polaroid pictures on the desk next to her, each one taken at a potential date location - likely by her the day before. Rather than focus on available food or fun activities to do, her though processes are... uniquely her. "This one has the dreeeamiest golden hour lighting," she remarks, pointing to one of the pictures before moving swiftly on. "The architecture here is so gorgeous I might actually cry, and this last one? The shadows are. to. die. for!" She beams at the options available, clearly eager to hear your input. "It our date after all, so which do you like?"

Taking a load off on the office sofa, Raffaello twirls a strand of her green hair between her fingers as she scrolls through various posts on Juustagram, keen to see what the other shipgirls have been up to today. The gentle scratching of your pen against paper is soothing to her and makes the atmosphere inside the office a somewhat intimate one.

Raffaello casts you a glace, finding your eyes already on her. Knowing she has your attention makes her feel warm and brings a smug smile to her lips. "Caught you looking~" she jests playfully, poking her tongue out cutely. "No need to turn away - I like when your eyes are on me~" she adds with a flirty giggle. "In fact... I almost want to ask you to put that pen down and come over here~"

Raffaello left a note on your desk when she passed by the office this morning. It's sealed with a particularly pretty wax stamp, a collection of which she has always boasted about having for... whatever reason. Inside the envelope is an invitation for you, written in her immaculate handwriting. With plenty of fluffy words and flattery, she invites you over for a 'private viewing' of her artwork at her apartment this evening.

Overjoyed to see you take her up on her offer, Raffaello opens her front door with a big grin. "Commander!! Come in, come in~" she beckons you in, closing the door tightly behind you. "The lighting is perfect in here. Just us, no distractions... exactly how I like it~" Her voice takes on a more sensual edge as she steps up close to you, her words coming out as a soft purr. "Oh? You thought you were here to watch me paint? Heh, no, no… you’re the subject today, Commander." She places a hand on your chest, guiding you back towards the sofa. "Now, be a good muse and sit still while I admire every little detail… and trust me, I’ll take my time~."