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"Yes but no one makes a sandwich like you, or a cup of tea for that matter. Come on, hop hop, Phipps. We don't have all day."

-- "I refuse, I have too much work to do and I dare not treat you until you have completely all the work we have to do in a timely manner. Ask a servant."

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((pushes you to be more active.)) "Phippsy, we have a lot of work to do today but first, make me a cup of tea and at least nine sandwiches. I can't think or do anything on an empty stomach."

{wowhibabu ;v;} -- "There are servants to fulfill requests like that, Grey." 

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{ooc} Oh hey so I actually have multiple accounts. I usually check each at least once a day so I can always be up for RP ❤  {URLS}  ❤ Edgar Redmond  ❤ Eric Slingby  ❤ Charles Phipps

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Years of dealing with Grey had given Phipps the knack of knowing when Grey was twisting and warping the truth to fit his own needs; As such he knew a barefaced lie when he saw one leave the other's lips -- Lips he sometimes found himself focusing on too intently. No, focus.        His footsteps quickened as he reined his thoughts in.                   -- ♚"You won't die, Grey, stop being so dramatic." Voice calm even as the words drama queen echoed around his brain. He slowed his walk and looked over his shoulder with an unimpressed gaze.         -- ♚ "They would be able to make more food at dinner if you stopped the needless snacking."

  *— For a brief moment, he honestly thought that his partner would believe in his words, as ridiculous as they might have sounded, but it seemed that even Phipps refused to listen! Grey had been close to complaining, though the unexpected hair ruffle halted his progress— … Did he just treat him like a child? “Phipps, that’s not funny-“

Until dinner!?

“I’ll die!” shocked! How could Phipps leave him to die!? Immediately, he took off after the other while attempting to fix his hair as he strolled behind the blond. “C’mon, you can’t do this to me~~!”

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Double Charles.

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"My name is Charles Grey."  

"My name is Charles Phipps."

"We're codenamed Double Charles.  We are her Majesty the Queen's private secretarial officers, and butlers.  Nice to meet you."

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Double Charles

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A ghost? Grey was once again being completely unreasonable with his imagination and Phipps was somewhat tired of dealing with his insinuations of ghosts roaming in every room in the palace.        — ♚ “Borrowing has the intent of giving back. Furthermore it's probably just the scullery maid." Grey was so hysterical at points and Phipps simply sighed, reaching forward to ruffle a hand atop his head.                                    — ♚ “Wait until dinner."                             And with that he started to walk off, heading towards the gardens~

He’d been expecting something, anything, more impressive than that; Maybe a security breach or a shifty servant but no — it was his stomach and Phipps was honestly wondering why he was feeling pangs of surprise at his friend saying such a thing.                       — ♚ “I shan’t help you enter the kitchen, you ate three large portions of food this morning as well as stealing off my plate when you thought I couldn’t see.”

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He'd been expecting something, anything, more impressive than that; Maybe a security breach or a shifty servant but no -- it was his stomach and Phipps was honestly wondering why he was feeling pangs of surprise at his friend saying such a thing.                        — ♚ “I shan't help you enter the kitchen, you ate three large portions of food this morning as well as stealing off my plate when you thought I couldn't see.”

            — ♚ “Yes, Grey?”

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— ♚ “A problem?"                          Surprised. — ♚ “What sort of problem exactly?"

            — ♚ “Yes, Grey?”

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          -- ♚ "Yes, Grey?"

                — ♚ { o n l i n e

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                -- ♚ { o n l i n e

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Some things, never change;

          “What is wrong with you, Charles?!” 

There had been a complaint, struggle and protests following those words from a certain blond whom young Grey had claimed as best friend in the early stages of their relationship as noble children. However, it seemed as though it was more of a selfish, one-sided ‘friendship’, the white haired kid forcing it on the slightly taller one. At least he was good enough to be acknowledged as a friend in Charles Grey’s books! Shouldn’t, ah, Phipps feel proud? But, after having felt the pain of an apple falling on his head - (more like Grey chucking one at it just to earn a reaction) -, followed by the culprit himself jumping off the hiding spot on a tree branch; well, it was very difficult how anyone could consider these two polar opposites the best of friends. To make it all much better, what had the poor, hurt boy received from the mean one~? “I’m bored” as his excuse.

- -       Now, years having passed; becoming the tools to ease Her Majesty’s soul and mind, both Charles work as a sole entity; a single unit. Utterly different, yet perfectly synchronized.

“W-What the hell are you!?” There had been a question, a demand to know exactly what had burst through the man’s manor’s windows and ridden the world of the surrounding servants, and their pitiful, loyal lives. From a stranger’s perspective, they would undoubtedly believe it the work of a demon itself; perhaps something worse, and obviously not human. However, they’d be wrong if such thing was their guess, for the one successfully invading this ridiculously scared person’s territory as no other than Earl Grey - at this exact moment, though, he was Charles Grey, Her Royal Majesty’s aide. An eyebrow arched, head tilting to the side as he curiously eyed the terrified man; the tip of a sword an inch away from his chest. “That’s rude~, we’re only The Queen’s humble butlers.” cooed, lips transforming into that playful grin of his - this was being enjoyed more than it should’ve been!

            But a certain blond couldn’t help but put a halt to Grey’s reckless being.

“That is enough, Grey.” Phipps scolded, moving calmly to stand beside the shorter companion of his. “Her Majesty requested he was brought in alive.” Waiting patiently for his partner to back down, which he did; with a frown plastered on his young-looking facial features. Why did he have to ruin Grey’s games? He’d been having fun tormenting this poor man.  

              Phipps was no fun.

After several incidents, alike the one mentioned before, a day surfaced where only the kitchen staff of the Grey manor were the ones suffering. At home he was, enjoying a nice day off, basking in the amazing reality that was eating as much as possible. And his childhood friend had been dragged along. But, now, where in the world could Phipps be? Had he not been invited to the young Earl’s home? A pout, trotting about with a tray of sweets in hand, wearing casual clothes. 

Lips curled into a smirk and Grey found himself located upon a familiar tree branch; and under the very same tree’s shade was a blond head. He chucked a meringue at the top of Phipps’ head, chuckling when the other man glared up and closed the book he’d been apparently reading. 

- -           “What is your —”

Grey cut him off, or rather, finished his interrogation; “problem?” A grin, hopping off to land beside Phipps, offering him to take meringues from the tray in his possession.

                        “I’m bored.”

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"All that matters is her majesty the Queen's will."

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