I'm That Kind Of Talent (INTKOT X reader)

Chapter 2: The fright of a life

(Rook Hunt, my love)

"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!! YOOOOOUNG LAADYYYYYYYY!!!!!!" A young looking girl accoutered in the generic maid outfit exclaimed out, crying dramatically as she sat by our dear mc's bedside. Clinging to the closest thing she could put her hands on: her mistress. 

Tears and snot profusely dripping down and wetting both blanket and clothes, indiscriminately.

(Y/n) couldn't help but shirk at the sight, shivers going up her spine. Someone's bodily fluids touching her... Her eyebrow couldn't help but twitch.

Bear with it... just bear with it...

She repeated to herself.

She needed to stay strong... strong...

She chanted repeatedly.

This was the maid that would bring her food everyday afterall, it would be ungrateful and rude of her to act out afterall.

No matter how gross the slimy texture of-

Yeah, she should just smile and keep her mouth shut.

"!" She flinched at another one of her cries, shuddering at how far her vocal cord range reached. How was it possible for a single person to be so damn loud?!

"Urgh-" Her ears felt like they were bleeding. The liquid red gushing out of her trusty canals like two gaysers. 

"Yes yes Perfidia. You're right, I apologize for causing you such worry." she nodded in agreement, voice gentle and as calming as she physically could, the intervention halting her speech. 

Wait. Halt? 

Her incredulous eyes dropped feverishly slow to the girl's mouth that more or less did momentarily still.

Omg.

Omg.

She panicked. 

An opening!

Quickly. 

Quickly.

She had to quickly jump on the occasion that so graciously presented itself if she wanted the interminable rambling to finally come to an end.

It was almost like a game at this point.

Will (y/n) succeed her persuasion skill check and get to have a peaceful evening? 

Or will she fail today and suffer a long session of pure agony?

We shall see.

"The doctor said I should be just fine after resting, which, I've already done plenty in my opinion." she continued in a single breath as she removed her hand from Perfidia's snot filled grasp, not comfortable with such sweaty proximity and instead settling with a small and awkward back pat, her idea of reassurance. 

Her itching fingers trembled: The faster this girl leaves, the sooner peace of mind would return to (y/n).

"S-still...!" Perfidia suddenly rose up to her feet, "You fainted while washing up in the bath barely three days ago! And... earlier you couldn't even hold a simple tea cup my lady!" she fervently protested with a sniff, the worried expression on her face only further deepening as she brought her lady's hands back in her sweaty grasp. "Your precious and elegant hands were too shaky for the task..." she mourned as her fingers ran across her mistress's sensitive and pale skin, gently turning her wrist to reveal a mostly healed but still very present burn, dark bruises littering all across her arm as accompaniment.

She cringed at the reminder.

Right. That did happen.

"It was-" (y/n) tried to think of something to counter with, avoiding the tear filled gaze of the purple head. It felt like looking at a wounded puppy. A snotty squealing one.