The Divine Gifted

10: The Girl

"Ha ha ha! You're kidding," Flynn's laughed echoed the shower, "That's priceless, Chrissy!"

"I'm not kidding, Flynn. The King didn't believe a lick of what happened."

The shower water trickled on the shower curtain. Flynn peaked his head slightly from the side. His wet hair looked long and dark.

"Well, from what I could tell, he wasn't on good terms with his father to begin with. However, the idea of his father believing him was not impossible in my mind."

Flynn moved back in the shower as he applied conditioner. The water ran down his body; his chest and arms slightly glistening under the light.

Chris sighed, "Why did you summon me while in the middle of a shower?"

"Because I love you being my little towel boy." Flynn smirked.

Chris blushed and grumbled,
"Werido..."

"I'm kidding, Chrissy. I wanted to talk about Sofia to you."

"Huh!? Why?"

Flynn held his arm out of the shower curtain as Chris handed him the neatly stacked towels.

He stepped out with a towel wrapped low around his waist. His abs and tattoos exposed. His skin was kissed by thousands of water droplets.

Chris felt himself turning red with no way of stopping it. He covered his eyes; only hearing a deep chuckle.

"That's weird. Is someone shy~?"

"I-I... y-you!"

He chuckled again, "You're free to stare. I don't mind~"

"Shut up!"

Flynn smirked as he walked past Chris, patting his head.

Flynn took another towel as he dried off his hair.

"Why -" Chris stopped himself.

"Why what?"

"Why didn't you look into other jobs?"

He looked at Chris, curious, "What do you mean?"

Chris turned to look away, "I don't know. It would make sense that someone like you would be using your visuals as a profession."

Flynn looked in the mirror, "While I appreciate the compliment, there's more to me than what I look like."

He walked out the bathroom and put on the black collared shirt on his bed. He sighed; his flirty smile faded into a cold expression.

"The reason why I joined the mafia is something I don't share with everyone. I like to think of my life now and in the future; not what I went through to end up here."

"Sorry for asking...."

Flynn sighed as his smile came back, "But enough about me. I wanted to see if you were willing to do something for me."

Chris sighed, "What is it?"

Flynn grinned, "Do you think you could ask Sofia on a date~?"

...

"What!? No!"

"Come on, Chrissy~ 🎶"

"Hell no!"

Flynn groaned, "Just give her some flowers and give a sweet confession."

"I DON'T HAVE FEELINGS FOR SOFIA!"

"Are you sure? All people who are in love face a stage of denial." He smirked.

"I'm not in denial! I don't do 'love'. I'm not going to waste my time on this."

"Sofia is a waste of your time?"

Chris sighed, knowing he would get nowhere with this.

Chris tried to follow Flynn as he walked into the closet. He closed the door as Chris shouted through it, "What's the point of this? To taunt me? You know Sofia likes me, and this is all a game to toy with me?!"

Flynn walked out in his black dress pants, "Actually, this may be the only way I can confirm if it is or is not Sofia."

"Hm?"

"Because Sofia can't talk, she can't really confess anyway she is feeling, or give me information like her sisters can. However, passionate emotions of any kind can be enough for me to sense if she's gifted or not."

"So you think I can confess 'my love' to her she'll be excited enough for you to trace her gifted abilities."

Flynn crossed his arms, "Excatly."

Chris groaned, "Forget it. I'll never do it."

"Why?"

Chris sat on the bed, "Look, Flynn, I'm not you. I don't have muscles or pretty hair, I'm short as hell."

"You do, however, have a pretty face, pretty eyes, long legs, and a desired waist." Flynn smirked as Chris rolled his eyes.

"Seriously?"

"Some women like that."

"What do you know about women?" Chiris said, slightly aggravated.

"What do you know about women?" Flynn responded, teasingly.

"I'm literally a personal servant for three."

"I meant in relationships."

Chris flopped on the bed, "Okay, you got me there. What do you actually know?"

Flynn laid back on the bed as well, "I work with some women in the mafia. They taught me things men should know about all women. The basics. I've been on dates from time-to-time. I've also spent the night with some of the women I've saved."

He sighed, "However, being in the mafia, all the girls that aren't monsters see me as one too."

"Ah.." Chris looked at Flynn sympathetically. He wasn't his normal flirty type. His voice was deep, somber, and his hair dangled in front of his eyes.

"Despite my lack of luck, I do everything in my power to treat all respectful women like a gentleman should. It feels right to me."

Chris sat up, "If you had a girlfriend, what would be her ideal look?"

Flynn sat up as he looked at Chris, "To be honest, I'm not too picky on looks. If anything, maybe long hair. I'm most concerned about her being a good person, but also fun and rebellious."

Chris felt his face getting red, no way of stopping it.

"T-Thats nice..."

Flynn chuckled, "I usually never talk about stuff like that. You seem to like to talk about love."

Chris shot up, flustered, "WHAT!? It's not that!"

Flynn chuckled, "Well, back to Sofia. If you don't like her, then at least give her a gift. It will look more out of kindness than love."

Chris groaned, "What if she takes it the wrong way?"

Flynn sighed, "I think we can deal with that easily. What will not be easy, however, is one of the princesses using their ability to attack us all."

Chris put his face in his hands, "What time?"