"Any of you guys are free?" I asked leaning to the door, staring back at Rogue and Sting.
Sting smiled, "Oh are you asking me on a Date? Sure, I'm totally free today, all day, all week, all months, Forever."
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Uh.
"Sting shut up." Rogue broke the silence, Sting frowned at him,
"I was just answering!"
"Sting, you are not free. You have loads of work, and you haven't touched them a bit." Rogue glared at him, Sting glancing back and forth, bewildered. " Do your job."
I glanced up at Rogue, "We're busy."
I frowned, " You don't look busy, Ro."
"Rogue? Nah, he's totally busy that he can't even move or talk. I'm like totally free, you should just take me and leave Rogue alone here for peace!"
"Sting, you sound desperate." I scrunched my nose, showing him a disgust face but not in a offending way.
"He's always desperate. " Rogue commented, nodding and showed Sting a face of dissapointment.
"I need to get out of this! I don't wanna do this!" Sting cried, pointing at his work like it's an unbreakable thing. "I told you I hate this shit!!"
" Figures," I sighed. " Wait, is that a handcuff?"
Sting nodded sadly, " Minerva handcuffed me because she believes I won't do the work."
"And I'm here to watch on him, to make sure he does the work and doesnt break the handcuff. Therefore, We're busy." Rogue explained, massaging his temple and not bothering to hide his killing intent for Sting. Sting? He just whined childishly like he always do.
"You guys can't do that, you refuse to go on a date with a girl? What kind of a man are you!" I pouted, thinking maybe this will convince Rogue. Rogue needs to be defeated first, Sting looks like he's willing to go anywhere with me. He's that desperate.
"See, it is a date!" Sting exclaimed happily pointing to me but his hands can't get much further because of the handcuff.
I feel bad for him, handcuffed by his own subordinate and inside his own office. How sad is that?
Rogue raised his eyebrow, " I don't get it, you're asking who?"
"Both of you!" I answered.
I know that Minerva told me to just choose one, but screw that! I'm taking this two butlers of mine!
"I thought you hate threesome." Sting commented at my answer, Rogue and I glared at him in unison. Sting just gulped and sighed then went back to signing up some papers.
Who cares if they destroy some random grocery store?
I mean, it'll probably be me anyway that does the paperwork again.
"We're like really bu-"
"We're not busy at all!"
"Sting. "
"Rogue."
"Guys, just stop your drama for once." I stopped them from screaming and glaring contest, " I'm the one who'll probably do the paperwork, anyway."
Rogue shrugged, probably giving up. He knows that I'm the one who'll the job in the end, and I do three times much more faster than Sting could ever do.
"Uh, sure. But guys, I'm like handcuffed here." Sting raised his both hands to show the handcuff that is preventing us to go. Wait, not us, him.
"Weelllll...." I mumbled, smiling and showing an evil face to him, "Maybe we should just go ourselves, don't you think that's wise Rogue? "
He smiled back, " That is very wise."
" I mean, there's nothing we can do to release you."
"Or want to."
" You guys are being jerks." Sting barked at our obvious fake tone.
We just stared at him, he looked like he's holding something inside him. Like a balloon about to pop out for too much air or water.
"Just say it, Sting. " I encourage him to do it. "There's nothing stopping you!"
"It's simple, do this quick." Rogue added.
Sting gulped and bit his lips, sweating hard and looked at the ground letting mine and Rogue's words come uninvited to his head and ears.
"Do it." We said in a unison, staring at him which seems to scare him.
I wouldn't blame him, he's tied up and we're the one holding the gun.
The gun always do the talking.
But wait, we don't have a gun do we? Well- Holy Mavis, Is that a gun his holding?
"Rogue, What the fuck?"
Rogue raised his eyebrow in confusion, realizing the direction my eyes were staring, "I use it for occasions like this."
I backed a way a little.
"Is that real?"
Rogue shoot the ceiling, the sound of the bullet getting out of the gun is clear and loud, probably because I was like five feets away from it.
Sting and me stared at the ceiling which has a hole in it in shock and fear.
I gulped, "Alright, that's real."
Rogue just smirked proudly, i turned to Sting quickly with panic, "Sting just do it quickly."
"Urgh....Fine." Sting sighed. " Why did it lead to this?! "
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I grinned excitedly.
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"Release me, please.."
"Now that's a good boy" I patted his head, he hissed.
"I'm not a dog!"
"Sure you are." Rogue offered a dog's food to him smiling. A mocking smile that is.
"I'M NOT A DOG!"
I scratched his neck which somehow tickles him but in a good way, "Sure you are, now bark!"
"Wo- HEY I'M NOT A DOG! "
