Doll #01's room

@#1 Key Inati looked at the perfect doll, acting like any would do, complying to any order it would get without questioning thousands of questions. Wine and beautiful dolls, was there even something else in the world Inati could enjoy more than this ? This was the top luxury thing, he would love to snatch a few pictures of the doll but for the moment they were simply waiting for the food to arrive. He smile looking at the doll from its mid-chest to its feet now he was able to. Raising a hand, he swirled a finger in the air, making the doll number one understand that he was asking it to turn on itself so he could see even its back. "Really beautiful" he commented, finishing his glass of wine before putting it back on the table next to his empty plate and stood up. He took a few steps to go join the doll where it was standing, and he rolled up number one's opened sleeves, discovering the milky skin of its forearms. Holding the doll's right hand in his own he raised it up to bring it to his lips, closing his eyes he rested a kiss on the soft fingers before ghosting some kisses up to the inner place of the elbow. "Food must arrive soon" he commented and released the doll without looking at its face before going back to sit at his place.

@Inati Nodding his head slightly – to show the guest he had heard him agreeing and that he acknowledged it himself – the blonde doll leaned back on his chair, slim legs stretched a bit before he crossed them. Sipping from his own glass from time to time he simply watched Inati, tasting and smelling the wine like a pro. It had him smiling a little, his head tilting to the side while he simply enjoyed their moment together. Kibum had gotten used to it and he honestly felt at ease with the older man, glad to have some easy time every week. It was nice to not have to bother about things at all, to momentarily forget about the other dolls and all the paperwork he had to do. And next to that, Inati wasn’t a bad companion at all and he honestly liked the man better than guests that didn’t bother to ‘see’ him at all. He looked up surprised hearing the request, but immediately places his glass on the table and got up with a small bow. “Off course, sir” he answered, a smile on his lips while he straightened himself again, rolling his shoulders before standing straight. At the same time he still looked at the guest, waiting for a next order, while starting to undo the buttons of his dress shirt’s sleeves.

@#1 Key "Perfect..." he commented and sipped his drink while the doll came back sit in front him. He was looking at the doll and looked at his own drink in his hand when the doll commented about it, nodding slightly agreeing with what it just said. "It is..." Inati made it swirl a bit before putting it under his nose so he could smell the good sent coming from it, getting strong whenever the alcohol wouldn't be resting. The guest looked back at the doll and sipped again his drink, soon finishing it. Was it because of the alcohol that suddenly the guest imagined himself ing the doll on the table ? Maybe not, he had never needed it for all the times he had had that image before. Finding it wasn't a good idea, he simply looked somewhere else, so he was now looking at the doll's bed, and somehow a new image came to his mind. But this time it wasn't him and the doll, but the doll and its master, the puppetmaster. Inati closed his eyes to let out a sigh, remembering now why he didn't allowed himself to touch the doll number one. Not that he didn't deserved it, but what he wanted from the doll was something much more. Finally, maybe the thirty minutes would be long if he couldn't get rid of those images in his mind, he loosen his tie around his neck a bit and opened the two first buttons of his shirt before he actually looked back at the doll. Liking more to imagine himself with the doll, than number one with someone else. He looked at its face and simply admired it from head to its bust, because of the table he couldn't see lower, "stand up, I want to look at you fully." He ordered as he had stopped at the doll's mid chest and sipped again.

@Inati He made another small bow towards the older man when he got his answer before straightened himself again. “Off course, sir” he politely replied. Dialling the number of the kitchen – which worked like that that none of the dolls would be able to use it and call for help – to order their food. His well taken care of nails ticked at the flat surface of his dresser while he waited till someone would answer him. “The salmon menu twice, you can bring it to my personal room. No, we’re not waiting, bring it as soon as it’s finished” he ordered, knowing damn well that the doll on the phone knew it was him, after all, everybody knew about his weekly meal with Inati. Without saying more Key had hung up, placing the phone away before turning back towards the guest still seated at the small table. “Dinner will be here within the next 30 minutes, sir” he informed the man while moving over towards his own seat again. He had his own wine glass in hands before he actually sat, appreciating the sip he just took. “Hm, this one really is good.”

@#1 Key The guest sipped his drink slightly enjoying the taste in his mouth, letting it rest on his tongue before he actually gulped it entirely. As the doll walked past him he first peeked at it from the corner of his eyes, before he turned completely to it, once he was sure the doll couldn't see him. Yet, he had been to engross in looking at the beauty he hadn't checked if there were any glass or window around in which the other could see him. He looked sadly at the doll, understanding well why it was the number one of the place and why it was the puppetmaster's personal one. It killed him to say he had manh other options for tbe two of them while they would wait for the food to come, or saying things like the food wouldn't may not be the first thing to 'come' in that room. Frowning slightly he answered coldly thinking the doll couldn't see him "make it come here as soon as possible" he said turning back so now he had his back toward the doll, bringing his glass to his lips again and waited for the doll to come back.

@Inati Like always he just let the other man decide what they would both eat and while Inati was busy studying the menu card he would silently watch the man. Since that the man started coming to the house so regularly that many years ago Key had gotten to know him pretty well. It wasn’t hard for him to notice the slight changes in the guest’s behaviour or his appearance, but even if he saw something that would worry him, he wouldn’t point it out. Inati’s live wasn’t his business unless the other wanted to share it with him. Moving his gaze towards the glass in his hand the blonde doll watched the liquid swirl around in the glass, after he had made it move around. A small smile had started to spread on his lips and it was the same look as the one that was on his face when he turned towards Inati again. “Alright, I’ll order right away. Would you like the food to arrive as soon as possible or did you have a different time in mind, sir?” he asked while getting up, taking the menu card. Strolling over to the other side of his room he took his phone – he probably was the only doll with a phone – to dial the number of the small speaker in the kitchen, so he could tell them their orders, while still waiting for Inati’s reply.

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@#1 Key As he observed the doll from the corner of his eyes, as he always did, he could see that every movement of the other in the same room as him was well thought, never doing any mistake. Every move being well thought and measured, it was like the doll was a living piece of art. Taking the menu the doll handed him, he had finally an excuse to not look at the doll anymore. "The sweet moscato" he said holding the menu in front his face as he choose what he wanted to eat. When he finally had chosen, he put down the menu on the table in front him and hold softly his now filled glass carefully in his hand while he loosen a bit his tie. It could look kind of cold but that was how it was all the time between them, at least during for the first moment they spent together. "I will take the menu with the salmon." He said pushing the menu toward the doll while bringing his glass to his lips.

@Inati After taking Inati’s coat and making sure that the male sat comfortable at their chic dining table the blonde doll turned away to neatly hang away the piece of clothing. Like always she handed the coat carefully, not wanting to wrinkle it. There was a charming smile on his lips once he turned back, nodding slightly at the guest before walking through the room. Taking the menu-card he made some other doll bring he politely offered in to Inati to take it, making a small bow while keeping his free arm to his chest. “Here you go, sir” Key had spoken at the same time, still offering the calm smile. “Off course sir, right away sir” he replied, turning around immediately to reach for the cooling system in which he had kept a few bottles of white wine. “Would you like the dry chardonnay or the sweet moscato, sir?” the blonde doll asked, turning a little to the man before showing the two bottles. He himself didn’t really mind which of the two would be opened, he would drink whatever Inati liked. Just like that he always took the same thing as what the guest ordered, thinking it had some sort of charm if their plates looked exactly alike. Taking the bottle of Inati’s favour with him towards the table he expertly filled their glasses till the right amount, before setting it back in the cooled box again. It was only after that that Key sat down himself, legs crossing underneath the table while comfortable leaning back, his head tilted a little to the side while he watched the other male across the table, sipping from his wine from time to time.
(I just wrote that Inati had already made a decision, Key brings the one you want, but had to continue for a little bit XD)

@#1 Key When the door finally opened, Inati's heart made weird things but he coughed to hide the sound of it, scared the doll would hear it. "Hmm..." he said as to thank the other for the invitation to enter, even though he was a regular and the other a doll he hadn't to thank it. He nodded slightly his head as he passed by, removing his coat to put it on his forearms as he walked further in. He had never went to the doll's room, and he had never went in any doll's room. "I'm fine..." he finally smiled to the blondie doll as he stood in front it. Usually he would always spent so much time to look at the dolls in front it, but there was something in that one doll's eyes which made him look away right when he would meet his eyes. "Yes thank you, I wonder what'll be on the menu for tonight ~" he commented, handing his coat to the doll as he took place on the chair the doll had pulled for him. "A white wine to start would be welcomed too." Inati peeked at the doll, to show him some respect as he was addressing himself to it, Inati liked to watch the other when talking, but as said earlier, he could only peek at number o.one. He took a look around, the room looked really modern and somehow it could be felt from looking at it that it belonged to the first doll of the dollhouse.

@Inati || Written from tablet, can't guess the length well.. ||

The weekly dinner with one of their most regular and long visiting guests had become a normal thing for Kibum. He didn't know better than to have to meet the man at least once a week, and it was impossible for him to miss out on one appointment, after all, he was the one that held the appointment book, meaning that he was the one to which all the guests came when they wanted to book some time with one off their dolls. Thus far he was the only doll that couldn't get booked just because a guest wanted it, they needed the puppetmaster's approval for that, but in the case of this certain guests things where slightly different. All they did was talk, not even sitting close during their weekly meetings, nothing special really happened. Just two males enjoying their dinner together.

Because of the arrival of quite a bunch new dolls and even new guests the dining hall had grew a little crowded, making it hard to have their peaceful meal together in the hall, making the two of them move their appointment this week to Key's personal room. He didn't have masters over here that often, but that didn't mean that the place looked horrible, being the neatfreak he was there was no way that the first doll would let his room get dirty. Without much difficulties he had arranged a small dining table and a few chairs, just as a few small decorations. Just when he was all pleased with how the place was looking there came a small knock from the door, causing the blonde's lips to twitch slightly while turning towards the door. "Please, be welcome sir" he replied, raising his voice a little bit to let the other know that he could enter. Right on the moment the door opened he bowed, yet not as deep as a regular doll, still having quite a bit more status and pride. "I hope you have been doing well, sir?" Key asked, welcoming the other further into his room, before pulling back a chair for Inati to sit down at. "Would you like to order right away?"

@#1 Key Sure it wasn't usual, but the dining room being crowded at the moment, they had no other place than the doll's room to do their weekly meeting. Since he joined as a customer of the Dollhouse, Inati had always a dinner with the puppetmaster's doll. Nothing ual though, it was just the two sitting at a table together and chatting about things and others, sometimes not even speaking. Inati wasn't really the talkative type nor was he the skinship one, he simply enjoyed the dolls' presence by his sides. He didn't knew from where it came, but he simply felt good with them, and mostly with this particular one. Because Doll number one was already taken and owned, or maybe it was something else ? Inati had to confess that he liked number one, he liked the number and so the doll wearing this number as a name. It may been the only doll which he knew the name of...yet he never dared to call it by its name, maybe it was because the doll looked less like a doll because he knew its name, that he had wanted a dinner with the doll every week. First, it had been because there hadn't been that much dolls, but with the time, more came, and still Inati kept booking one of those special night with the Doll. So here he was, knocking at the Doll's door. Usually, he wouldn't even knock and enter a doll's room like this. But doll number one was ... kind of special. Inati was impressed by it, at least it was what he thought. He didn't want to hurt it nor to upset it, which didn't meant either that he wouldn't put back the doll at its place if ever he tried (again) to cross the line or to not stand at its place. Things like rolling its eyes at him or huffing ... So Inati waited for the Doll to answer, his hand on the handle, ready to open it already.