I Like Me a Nice Cup of Coff- Tea (Wriolette)

Chapter 2 - Jealous~

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That night, while Neuvillette was back at his apartment, having finished his shift at 1 pm, suddenly remembered what happened that morning. Hurriedly pulling out his phone, he made sure the contact was there and that he wasn't daydreaming (yes, very rare for him not to be).

He didn't have many people saved, he's not the type who would make a lot of friends, for him, someone's either at the top of his world or just... there, no in-between.

There it was, "Wriothesley", right at the bottom of his dial list, which he set to Alphabetical order. (classy classy Neuvi am I right)

His finger hovered over the call button but reluctantly pulled away.

'He's probably busy with his... police work...', he thought, 'Yeah... of course he is, those people are always busy...'

He put the phone face down, knowing he shouldn't be bothering him but that tension inside of him kept building up and the sudden craving to see Wriothesley again and to hear that soothing voice echo through his ears...

Neuvillette let out a groan, god why was everything getting more and more complicated by the second? He didn't feel like this before, what's with the sudden outbreak of tension between him and a goddamn call button?

Wriothesley is probably, according to Neuvillette 'busy with police stuff', yet he still couldn't bear it anymore and picked his phone up again and mindlessly hit his fingertip onto the call button. But when the phone began sending out the call, he started to regret even taking that phone out of his pocket, is he going to get scolded, oh no no no-

"Hello?"

The blue-white-haired man suddenly sat up, hearing a female voice instead of the low, soothing and smooth one he was expecting. His breath hitched at a bump in his throat, that feeling in his chest... Does he have... a girlfriend-

The other side of the phone began speaking again, but this time, it sounded like it was coming from far away, and the voice he was looking for.

"YOU SCUMBAG, GIVE MY PHONE BACK!"

"Oh no my timbers has been shivered, you called me a scumbag, BUT NUH-UH DUMBASS YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT BACK UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHO THIS OTTER KING IS!"

Neuvillette listened in silence, his face unpictureable with a mix of, surprise, confusion, concern and amusement. Otter King? Seriously?

"CLORINDE I SWEAR TO ARCHONS IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME THAT PHONE BACK I'M STRANGLING YOUR CAT"

"YOU WOULDN'T DARE"

"OH YES I WILL, DUMBASS, WATCH ME."

Neuvilette couldn't help but barge in the 'little conversation'.

"Are you two going to just argue for the rest of eternity or, for the love of archons, spare my poor eardrums?"

The noise on the other side of the phone suddenly went silent.

"Wrio, are you going to tell me who this is or not??"

"And why should you know, hm?"

"What are you hiiidiinngg~"

"Nothing."

"Then who is he?"

"My barista, happy? Now give it back before he hangs up."

Neuvilette heard a slight shuffle and a defeated "fine" from the female on the line before his ears perked back up at the voice of his belov- regular customer. He gulped in the build-up of saliva stuck upon his throat and spoke.

"Hello? Is this Wriothesley?"

"Mhm, so you did decide to call me"

"Well, I mean... I asked for your number for a reason...", Neuvillette could only mindlessly mumble out the last few words before releasing what he just said.

"What was that?"

"NOTHING!"

Wriothesley on the other side of the line raised his eyebrow and shot a look at Clorinde who was leaning on the wall of the police station lounge, staring at him with a mischievous smirk. It was only a brief moment though, since his attention was quickly drawn back to the phone when Neuvillette began speaking again.

"So uhh... I hope I haven't disturbed anything? You know... whatever happened just then?"

Wriothesley's cheeks caught pink, slowly inching towards red by the second.

"Aha... oh that, my friend stole my phone and decided to 'lovingly' answer a call for me."

The last part of that sentence was emphasised so sharply Neuvillette could already picture the glare he shot - what's she called again... chlorine...?

'Are they... dating or something...' Neuvilette shook the thought out of his head, 'no no of course not, how stupid am I to even think of that.'

"Neuvillette? Hellooooo??...

...Heeellooooo??????"

Wriothesley seemed to have noticed the 'absence' from the other side of the line, why is he so damn quiet all of a sudden? There was a small build-up in his stomach, wondering what was happening to Neuvillette, but in simple reality, the otter man was just JJEEaallOoUSS~~

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End Chapter 2.

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╰┈➤Hello people I am back!!! So just saying, don't expect me to upload every day, this is just the limited motivation I have right now saying I just started uploading so uhh... 

And don't mind the rushed ending, I didn't know what to write... ehehe

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