After being betrayed by your family and losing your job, you leave your faith in the holy church behind and find yourself diving headfirst into a mysterious commune, residing in the Emeritus manor as a cook and housekeeper. Living under Papa Emeritu...
Rain linked his arm with mine once again as we strolled back to the dining room, where Swiss and Mountain were talking on the couches and when they saw us come in, Swiss finished his cup of coffee and they sidled up to us. He let go of my arm and fixed his coat.
"Papa would like us to give her a tour of the manor. Would you guys like to come?" Rain asked.
"Yeah, sure! Swiss?" Mountain said as Swiss had wandered back to the coffee maker, cup in hand. As he was about to pour another cup, he looked up.
"Yeah, I'll come with you guys!" He chirped.
"Swiss, you've already had two cups." Mountain groaned, trudging over to take his cup away.
"How can you even drink this stuff? I'm pretty sure Cirrus and Cumulus make it from powder." Mountain bellowed, unable to contain laughter.
"It's not bad once you get used to it! It's better than no coffee anyway..." Swiss muttered, giving his cup to Mountain.
"(Y/N), how are your coffee making skills? Papa has been complaining about the coffee for the past three months." Mountain asked, leaning on the couch.
"Ah, I worked at a café as my first job, I would say I make decent coffee. Better than powdered coffee, at least." I said, I felt a little shy talking about my abilities. In truth I knew all the ins and outs of coffee.
"Good, I'm sure Papa will appreciate it. Should we get going now?" Mountain offered, coming closer and taking my arm in the same way Rain had. I felt a little funny standing this close to him. He was much taller in comparison to me, so he had to lean down a little to link arms with me. You would think holding his arm, is body would be warm. But for some reason, I noticed their skin was very cold, it didn't feel like I was touching a person.
I walked with them down the hallway. I noticed when I walked with any of the Ghouls, they stayed very close. I wondered why.
My shoes clicked against the granite as we walked together around the top floor, as they told me about all the different rooms and what they were for. Eventually, we came to Papa's study.
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He wasn't there, so the Ghouls took me inside. It was the coziest room in the house I had seen so far. When I walked in, I was met with the smell of wood and books. His desk was littered with papers and novels. A single large door faced outside, where he had a small balcony facing out to the garden and the ponds. His ashtray was full of cigarette butts that hadn't been emptied in months. There was a couch with a single folded quilt sitting atop. His coffee table had candelabra with black candles on them. They were almost down to stubs.
"Papa won't like us staying in here for long. His study is his private space." Rain let me know, holding the door open that lead back into the hallway. We continued past many lounges.
"How many lounges does this manor hold?" I asked, with a slight giggle. Rain and Mountain shrugged.
"I never really counted, some of the rooms are half-library, half-lounge. Sometimes we hang out in these rooms if we're done with our duties and we just want to be alone." Swiss explained, walking backwards while facing us, with his arms behind his back.
