Gold and dragon feathers

A single domino

( panic attack/dissociation tw? tried not to make it too discriptive or long but be careful )

Ranboo can feel his heart beating against his ribs as he knocks sharply on a lavish deep red door, just the way sir billium likes it. When Ranboo was told he wanted him to come up to his library on his own he had considered, briefly, just running away and changing his name or something.

He considers it again as he waits for a response, mind racing through all the little mistakes he made to figure out which one he was about to be belittled for, maybe he put too much sugar in his tea? Or worse, what if he didn't put enough??

As an annoyed "come in" finally sounds and Ranboo slowly opens the door , the enderman hybrid can't help but think that his brother's might be onto something when they say he should quit.

He successfully opens the door without it creaking and enters the velvet-coated room, immediately turning his attention to the large intercut black desk in the center.

The the large pig hybrid sitting at the desk is writing something with a feather and gold ink, his thin square glasses on the verge of falling off his face.

Ranboo hesitates at the door, fidgeting with his hands and trying to make sure his swinging tail doesn't hit anything. He goes to announce his presence but Billium looks up with a glare as soon as he opens his mouth, the announcement being replaced by a choked warble.

Ranboo doesn't normally hate eye contact but with Billium's ice-blue eyes and the way they seethe with hatred towards anyone with only one house make him feel like he gets why other enderman hybrids do.

"Well? Come on already, I don't have all day"

Ranboo hurries to stand in front of the door, deciding not to bring up the fact that billiam not only was the one who asked him to show up in the first place but was also the one who yelled at him the other day for "walking like you own the place" because he didn't "ask permission" before bringing him the tea he asked for.

" So what do you want?"

"You Uh-Clayton told me you requested me to come s-speak to you?"

" ah, that's right.... I did, didn't I?"

Looking at the pig hybrid's smug 'I'm the one with the power here' face Ranboo feels his hands begin to tremble but he's not sure if it's anxiety, anger or a mix of both.

"You did."

Billiam sighs dramatically before sliding a drawer open, slamming a paper of some sorts on the table and pulling out a lower quality quill and some black ink, writing something on it real quick before sliding it over...The paper being for him explains the "commoner" inkwell and quill (that where probably still pretty expensive) so Ranboo just keeps his mouth shut and takes the paper to his surprise it says

" Day off order: leave at exactly 2pm and don't show your face around here until 4 am sharp tomorrow. Don't expect to be payed"

Ignoring the times and the last sentence, it's a day off-in early winter.

"Wait really?!"

" Did you make sure to read the last line?"

"That I won't be paid for the time off?"

"Yeah, or the hours you've already been here today."

"Oh....Well, thank you still?"

"Don't think I'm going to give you any extra money, I just have guests coming over and I don't want them to see you "

"Oh."

"Exactly, now get a move on, it's nearing 2pm and I will simply cannot tollareate your presence a moment past that. "