Tʜᴇ Dᴜᴋᴇs ғɪᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴍᴀɴ!?『ᴡʳⁱᵒᵗʰᵉˢˡᵉʸ ˣ ᴍʀ』

V

Tʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏғ Hᴇᴀʀᴛʜ;
M/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ Lᴀᴜʀᴀ

"Good morning M/n!"The curtains were thrown open causing the soft early morning rays to flood into the room. The ragdoll squints his pearly blues as he slowly wakes to the gentle cooing of the woman who was in charge of making sure he was well taken care of. Out of everyone placed around M/n, he enjoyed Laura for more than one reason.  One Laura was a soft and gentle woman who made him feel comfortable and two she was also an orphan from the house of Hearth but she wasn't like him and Arlecchino.
"Bright and early as usual."

"Well of course! Come now, Duke Wriothesley is waiting for you."M/n yawns once more as he lazily gets out of bed, his short hair sticking up in every which way and his nightgown a bit too large for his small stature causing it to droop off his right shoulder. This is how Laura found out about M/n being an orphan raised by the Fatui like herself. It was a few days ago when she accidentally saw the painful-looking scar on his shoulder...She too had the scar. You see the Knive before Arlecchino would brad the children that never got adopted...Her scar was on her upper back while M/n's was on his shoulder.

This put a lot of M/n's strange habits into perspective now that she knew it was out of the learned survival tactic.
"Let's get you washed up and dressed."

"M'kay...Hey, where's Baptiste?"Laura rolled her eyes and said that he was being a lazy bum somewhere on the property and not to worry about him since she had planned to tell Wriothesley about what was going on.
"No no~ let him dig his own grave."

"That's so evil and cute at the same time!"

"Well, of course, I was raised that way~"

🐱🐱🐱

M/n yawns as he tries to shake the drowsiness but nothing is working, yet again he finds it a bit of an issue with sleeping due to his new and non-hostile environment, something he wasn't used to just yet.
"How are you adjusting, M/n?"

"Uh, you know, adjusting...Just sleepy is all. Thanks for asking Wolfie~"M/n coos lightly while leaning against his palm and eating the breakfast before him. It was a large portion and he knew that he'd fall back asleep after this. Baptiste places a teacup next to M/n and he instinctively reaches over to take a sip but Laura blocks him from doing so.
"Baptiste, this is straight milk. Most if not all Cat-kin are lactose intolerant. I told you this the day we were assigned to Monsieur M/n."

"Must of slipped my mind, I'll bring you some tea instead."The cup was taken away and Laura huffed angrily at this, she even complained just a smidge before checking if M/n was okay.
"Hehe, I'm fine Laura. It would have been just an upset stomach, nothing to fret about."

"Still, as your hands, we must remember things like this. We're here to help you so we must take every precaution to ensure your safety and comfort."Hearing this made M/n's heart flutter, he's never been treated like this in his entire life.
"Thank you, Laura. You're way too kind to me, hey Wriothesley, you don't mind if I venture around the garden?"

"Not at all, how about I join you? We have a few things to discuss."

"Oh! I'll have the chef make snacks!!"Laura gushes and hurries off to the kitchen.
"Laura, wait!"M/n calls out quickly but it is too late and his voice goes unheard.
"I'm gonna be too full to eat the delicious snacks!"

"Hm? Is this portion of food too much for you?"

"Yeah...Sorry I didn't say anything sooner. The food is really good and the chef looks so happy to see me eating their cooking that I tend to forget to ask for smaller portions. I can tell they're super used to the larger portions because you are a large man~"M/n says in a purr at the end, his tone flirty but sincere at the time.
"I'll make sure to tell them you need a smaller portion of food."