Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Refined Finances

Tasque Manager sits taller than both you and the Addisons, let alone Spamton. Her holographic face is set in an imposing scowl as she surveys the table.

Returning her looks with a broad smile that looks like it's copy-pasted across each of them, the Addisons straighten their backs and fold their hands on the table in front of them. Unlike before, they now appear as one unit, working together to make a good impression. Clipton is the only exception, but even as he leans back, he still gives off an air of professionalism.

The cat-like maid awards them a dignified nod. "How refined."

Her eyes narrow onto you. Your posture was never very good, and you can tell that it shows.

"..." She stares you down, scowl deepening. 

You adjust your back to be just a little bit straighter. 

She looks disgusted with you.

"Someone ought to whip you into shape... but it will have to do for now," she grumbles partially to you and partially to herself. 

You see her eyes pass over Spamton briefly, but she just ignores him and focuses her attention of the Addisons.

Your attention, though, is completely on Spamton when you see the look on his face.

Panic.

Rage.

Terror.

He's making an attempt to hide it, but you can see behind his puppet smile. The static that creeps at the edges of his glasses is a dead giveaway. It's taking all of his willpower to stay calm.

You reach under the table to pat his hand. It's the only comfort you can offer, being in front of sharks as you are.

He squeezes your hand in his smaller ones.

"Hello, Miss! Are you here on business or pleasure?" Payton beams at Tasque Manager, clapping his orange hands together pleasantly.

"Business, of course. As our magnificent Queen cannot be here, I will talk finances in her stead." Her voice is cold and electronic, but with all the buttery appeal that a maid of her caliber ought to have. 

"What's Queen's new project? Another rollercoaster? More miniature housing?" Clipton's sharp teeth snap together as he speaks. He leans closer to Tasque Manager eagerly, visually salivating.

Zinton grasps at Clipton's collar, pulling the yellow Addison back.

"My apologies, madam. What can we do for you today?" 

Clipton swats his hand away. Released, he leans back in his chair, running a hand through his pointed yellow hair. His smile is still bright, though, and he corrects his posture with only a glance from Tasque Manager.

"Hm. Were you not briefed?" She narrows her eyes, and three of four Addisons give a sheepish look.

"Ah, well, you see..." Newton tries to explain, but Payton interrupts.

"-We just wanted our guests to understand the discussion," he says. Unlike the others, he is composed and collected. He is clearly the leader of the group, and you can see the moment that Tasque Manager realizes this.

"Ah. Of course."

She turns slightly, eyes lingering on Payton more than the others, before returning to you.

"Our Queen is planning a grand construction, and a parade to celebrate its creation, among other things."

Her yellow eyes flick back to the orange Addison. "It is an expensive endeavor. What do you suggest we do to fund it?"