May Be Foul...But yet to be passionate.

Prologue

Another Day at the Crème Republic.

...

There was an elder meeting.

With the elders fighting of course.

Once again.

Clotted Cream was standing there silently unimpressed by the foolish reasons these elders were out to fight about.

Financier was right next to him watching the unfortunate situation. 

She looked at Clotted Cream.

By the looks of him, his face, Financier could easily tell that he was close to snapping.

Clotted Cream was just fiddling with his pen looking annoyed.

"It feels like babysitting these foolish elders..." the consul thought in frustration. 

His eyes were twitching.

Financier stood silent staring at the consul worried and sweating nervously. 

Finally, after a couple of wasteful minutes.

"Urgh!" Clotted Cream suddenly growled breaking the pen in half. 

The red ink dripped from the pen tube staining not only the floor but his glove too.

None of the elders bothered to notice him.

 However, Financier noticed, nervously.

Clotted Cream inhaled as if he was about to shout.

Instead, he just let out a deep breath and left the room knowing no elder would notice his leave besides Financier. 

Financier followed the consul, resulting in her leaving the room as well.

The room just remained with the 9 elders screaming at each other.

Clotted Cream was about to leave the building but stopped as Financier called out for him. 

"Consul! Sir!..." Financier called out behind Clotted Cream.

Clotted Cream sighed turning around and smiled, trying his best not to get annoyed. 

"..How may I help you Ser Financier Cookie?" Clotted Cream asked with hints of annoyance. 

"...I apologize for my interruption, but, where are you going..?" Financier asked, "The meeting hasn't even finished..."

Clotted Cream stared at her for a few minutes, slowly tapping his finger on his thigh, as if he was in thought.

"...I'm leaving this place," Clotted Cream began, "Why stay here when all I do is...babysit old cookies." Clotted Cream made a face of disapprovement.

"Tch! I swear to divines that them being old doesn't make those-- ELDERS--- any wiser!" Clotted Cream suddenly exclaimed as he facepalmed.

"I apologize for the inconvenience Sir..." Financier tried saying to calm down the consul, "They aren't being positive during this time...but they yet to have done good deeds for our republic..." 

"What good deeds Financier?" Clotted Cream questioned glaring at her, "What good deeds exactly?"

"...For insta-" Financier tried saying but was cut off.

"All I see is they fight all day..." Clotted Cream spoke pissed off, "Aha, they should get a f*cking medal for that..." 

Financier stood silent a bit stunned as she listened to the consul. For some reason, it had always felt so strange and just so shocking for Clotted Cream to ever curse. The young consul had never cursed, if he did, it was only the times when he was truly pissed and very serious. Right now, Financier could tell, was serious.

"They are always hiding stuff about our republic Financier!" Clotted Cream snarled, "You know this! They only do that so they can have their own. Good. Fifthly. Reputation!" 

He then sighed and reached his stained gloved hand towards Financier.

"Financier, come with me..., " Clotted Cream announced staring at Financier smiling, "Let us both make the better for the republic.."

Financier stood silent a bit staring at Clotted Cream's hand, what possibilities have the consul planned? 

Clotted Cream continued smiling, which showed only a hint of something wrong.

...He knew just as well how much of a loyal paladin Financier was to him...

And as of course Financier being a loyal knight. 

Took his hand, much to the consul's delight.

"Of course sir... I will remain to follow your orders and remain to be loyal to you..." Financier confessed as she accepted, "You know what is right for our republic.. I trust in you."

The consul smiled at her.

"You made the right choice Financier..." Clotted Cream responded.

"Follow me...Financier." Clotted Cream spoke leaving the building and going to a different pathway.

Financier followed him and tagged along...

If only she had known what she had put herself into. 

Oh, what a shame...

Who knows what wicked plans our former consul has now planned for the republic...

(665 Words.)