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Tired standing already, i snaked my body down, carefully not to alarm or scare the little infant in my arms. Whilst he inspected my face and hair, i let that happen and focused onto the little bundle of flowers infront of me. Mentally, i was definitely prepared and the enthusiasm in me already lend me enough confidence to face their little growing personalities.

"alright, now let me go first alright?, I'm (y/n). 20 years of age, woman, my favorite color is (f/c), and favorite food is (f/f). Oh i also LOVE baking and cooking.".

I ended my introduction with a smile and quick rapid eye blink, like how princess would do in fantasy films. I heard a giggle, i turned towards the blonde boy and raised a brow. " huh? What made you laugh mister prince? ".

"not mister pwince, it's pwince melone! And the way you blinked was just like a pwincess..". From chirpy to shy, his voice at the end of his sentence became softer, he looked down at his fisted hands, hiding his gaze and blushed. I shook my head and giggled.

"aw, you're very flattering prince melone. I'd love to play with you."

"no!."

A boy with the brightest, beautiful curly blue hair with his rubber sword jumped in front of the the blonde and held the said 'weapon' over his chest in a defending manner. He then continued to speak in a very aggressive, yet adorable way.

"we don't play wif strwangers!"

I gave them a little dramatic gasp, and placed my free hand over my chest to exaggerate the scene.
Oh and of course, adding a little sniffling moment.
"t-that hurt.. I'm not a stranger ya know.."

"yea ghiaccio, wook what you did. Now she's crywing!" another one from behind finally mustered up the courage to earn himself the comfort around me and defend me. The boy had pretty dark hair, peeking from under a bowl over his head and tiger striped pajamas.

He ran his little feet towards me whilst a geometric presentation ruler tugged between his legs,  supported by his little hands. He kneeled right in front me, like a knight. The whole scene was so cute, i was definitely about to squeal if it wasn't for his magnificent speech.

"pwretty lady strwanger- no uh, lady (y/n)! I'm sowrry for how ghiaccio the knight was mean to you. Pwease let me uh.. What's the word..."

His cheeks were tinted red, and kept slipping over his dialogs. He hissed in annoyance and rubbed his bowl headed head in frustration. I raised a brow, gave him a little time before giving in and helping him a little.
" you mean, introd-" before i could finish, his confident spark returned and he faced me again.

"let me in-trwa-duce you to me! The brave knight mista!".

He took a few seconds before closing in on me, before that he 'parked' his horse to the side, gave it a little pat and ran back upto me, kneeling again and grabbing my hand. "pwretty lady (y/n), i am mista. I'll be your knight from now. I shall pwotect you from the evil knight ghiaccio!".

He ended it with a kiss on my hand, immediately got up and waddle ran back away in the cluster of the other kids together with a hand over his bowl, preventing it from falling. "well that was amazing mista, it's amazing meeting you. Now who would like to go next hmm?"

I saw a hand rising from the middle, and smiled.

"well? Oh, come forth young one."

A little boy, no older than 3 or 3 shyly walked over with a children's book in his hand and presented himself in front of me. He cleared his throat.
"I-I'm fugo, i rweally like reading, writing, cooking and b-baking too...e-even though baking gets a little hard sometimes".

I was quite impressed both by his fluent, yet baby speech and his interest in such things that majority of children his age seem to dislike.

"ohh? That's very interesting for a kid your age fugo, in a good way though. And what troubles you in baking?" i questioned the little blonde boy.
"t-the mweasurements.. They're so uneven". I chuckled and gave him a few reassuring head pats.

"now that I'm here, I'll be teaching you all about baking."

His eyes perked up, and a small smile made its way over his lips. "r-rwelly?" i nodded. "mhm!".
"w-well, since you're going to be staying here, could you a-also read me stowies?". I nodded again, responding with a little "heaven yess!". The boy shoved his nose in his book, obviously flustered and ran back in the middle of the group.

Right when i bought my attention to the whole group, i saw a few blonde and dark mops of hair missing. I rose my brow and counted them, and they were indeed fact missing!. I panicked, and right when i was about to get up, i felt three little bodies clash against my shoulder, and the other two on either sides of my arms, tugging on them.

"now soldiers! Take the evil qwueen down now!"

I felt my body push itself forward, but not too much, considering how light weight these kids were. Both the others tugging me from either sides actually helped me balance my stance with the little boy in my arms. Here i was, stuck in the same position I was Bruno stuck in earlier.

I sighed and felt Bruno's struggle on a whole new spiritual level.

What was odd that, giorno here in my arms started giggling seeing the bunch all 'strangling' me. I sighed and smiled. "oh lordy! Where's my prince? Who's gonna save me? Save me from these mean soldiers!". The knock on the door made everybody in the room silent. Not even a second later, the guest revealed themselves to be non other than the principal himself.

All the kids over me, gasped and ran away into the corner of the room. Hiding in what it looked like their made up tent. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The tall man sighed, hair and attire still disheveled, holding his little baby girl in his arms whilst she tugged and chewed on his cotton candy like hair.

"I'm assuming the roudy bunch already introduced themselves to you?"

I gave him a questioning look, and a nervous smile. He looked over at the tent and sighed again. Realizing who he addressed, i immediately nodded.
"a-ah! They're quite a bunch alright!". He sighed again. "they won't be easy to handle miss (y/n). Just to make it easy for you, the boy with pony tails is illuso, the one wearing a dog onesie is secco, blue curly hair ghiaccio, and last but not least. The long lost twins, sorbet and gelato."

"they're like inseparable twins, illuso can be a handful sometimes just like ghiaccio, but he's tame- able. As for secco, he's on high overdrive almost twenty four Seven." i heard a gasp, and a little.

'not that evil number!' in the crowd.

I chuckled.

"and last but not least, trish una. My little girl, you've already met her and fortunately she took a liking to you."

The little girl stared at me, and right when i looked at her, she shoved her face in her unicorn plushie giggling. Which made me too, giggle.

" I'll be leaving her in your care with the rest of them, if you need help with anything ring me up. I'll be in my office, or contact doppio at break, you can get to know the rest of the staff at break as well."

With that, he extended his arm holding her up by her arms giving her to me, without hesitation i grabbed her in my free arm. Both giorno and trish seemed to be speaking gibberish in baby. Which i just giggled, I didn't even need to turn back, he had already left.

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