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"babysitting was never part of the deal."
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YOU RAISED your hand to cover your eyes from the blinding light, blinking to adjust when the light dissipated. That's one hell of a light, you'd say. Almost as bright as that dude from that one anime about slaying demons's smile, you forgot his name but anyways.
Your ears perked up when you heard a wail, and you don't really need a rocket scientist to tell that it's a child's wail. Did he really promise that he'll bring a mature fae and pulled out a fucking toddler from another dimension. This must be a joke.
It really must be.
You deadpanned as you moved to adjust your position. That really was one hell of an uncomfortable position, you could literally feel your elbow stabbing your own thighs. You furrowed your brows when you heard another voice, this one's more mature and level-headed, albeit lacing with a playful undertone. "Say aah—" He— she?? paused.
And then it was just the three— four? Five of you staring at each other in a deafening silence.
You paled because he brought four faes instead of one.
The boy— er... Girl? Let's just say boy— from before paled because he was caught wearing an apron with a 'kiss the chef' written boldly.
The horned boy paled because of the foul odor.
The two toddlers paled because there was someone standing on the farthest corner of the room that they don't recognize.
It was all a mess. Especially when he turned to you and pointed his spoon in an aggressive gesture. Which... Doesn't really suit him if you're considering brushing off his tense orbs and constipated expression. His brows were furrowing as he stood protectively in front of the other three.
"Stop looking at me like I'm some sort of eight legged snake." You blurted, eyes narrowing at his spoon. You never thought you'd see the day you're threatened by a spoon, though. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words crawled out of his mouth. Was he that speechless? Instead, he can only voice out a single alphabet to express his befuddlement.
"I—"
"Um, listen." You started, making a gesture for him to lower down his spoon. "I know you're confused, believe me dude, I am too." You held your hands out in defense, glancing at the other three who stared at you in sheer curiosity. You didn't really understand why there was signs of relief flashing inside the horned boy's orbs. But after taking a quick look at the bowl that the aggressive apron-wearing dude was holding, it all clicked.
"What even is that?" You inquired, not gonna lie, the smell was so foul it made you want to scream and leave japan. And live somewhere else like idk antarctica or something.
Or better, it makes you want to dig a hole and bury your head like an ostrich. That'd be cool.
"Pardon?" His rich, baritone voice echoed, lacing with confusion despite his rigid stance. You've only met him here and then, but you're sure that his voice... Doesn't suit him. Maybe a little.
"Nevermind." You averted your gaze away.
"... Very well. Do state your business with the prince."
"Come again?" You spluttered, so fast that you can hear your own voice crack at the mention of the title.
"Do state your business with the prince." He parroted, this time -finally- lowering his spoon.
"Uh..." You clenched your fists, unclenching it immediately after. You took a deep breath of air, trying to calm your arising panic. You had literally abducted a prince. This is considered an atrocious crime, isn't it? This is something punishable by death— oh no oh no—
"I am waiting." He reminded.
"Yes, please give me like... A minute." You lowered your head a little, at least show him that you're submissive and you don't mean to do shit like that. You fished your phone out of your pocket, fumbling with it before dialing a familiar number.
"Eli, tomorrow you're treating me a smoothie. A (favorite flavor) please."
"Huh... What's the occasion?"
"Just... Do it. I'm so stressed and panicked right now. Might as well just listen, please."
"Do... Do you need me to come over?"
You glanced at the awaiting ravenette, he seemed to notice your peering eyes, returning it with his calculating wine orbs. "I think it'll only worsen the situation."
"Are you okay? [Na—"
Your breath hitched when he was suddenly in front of you. His deep wine orbs swirling with an emotion you cannot prescribe clashing against your distressed [gem] ones. It's either you're too panicked to notice him sneaking up on you, or your ears are just bad. Tiptoeing to fish your phone out with an undecipherable smile, "I wouldn't allow you to call for back up now, would I?"
"Give me that back—" You reached your hand out, he may be shorter than you are, yet he was quicker than you.
"Whoa—" He turned on his heels, avoiding your prying hands to your displeasure. "Apologies, flitter mouse. But I am not giving this device until you reveal your intentions to me."
"For fu—" His wine orbs tensed. You noticed it right away, sighing in exasperation. Right, children. "... For heaven's sake give me my phone back."
He let out a hum when you missed again.
Now, this is getting annoying.
"[Name], are you still there? Why is there a man's voice??"
"I'm okay, Eli." You shouted, "I just..."
Miss.
"Need..."
Miss.
"To get my phone!"
You stepped on his shoes, successfully making him trip and fall along with you down the stairs.
And then it was all black.
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