baby fangs ❥ m.l | ✔

five

You didn't even look up from your computer screen as you picked up your ringing desk phone. It was the ring for an internal call, meaning that it was either the front desk or one of your colleagues calling you, you didn't need to filter those calls as much as external calls. "This is Y/N," you answered automatically, still reviewing the timeline that had just been submitted to you.

"Uh, Ms. Y/L/N?" It was the receptionist, the poor guy sounding rather confused. "There's a... boy here to see you?"

"A boy?" You repeated, bewildered. "What? Like, a child?"

"No, sorry, not like a little boy. College kid, Huang Renjun, says you're expecting him?"

"Oh, oh, yes!" You lit up in recognition. "Have him wait there, I'll be down in just a minute to grab him."

Striding off the elevator, your eyes immediately locked onto a young man standing in the lobby, clutching a notebook to his chest as he peered around at everything suspiciously. He readjusted his backwards baseball cap minutely, checking the watch that was on that wrist as he brought his hand back down from his head.

"Renjun," you said his name confidently, walking up to him with a bright smile. "Hi, I'm Y/N. Thanks for coming."

"Damn, you're real," he breathed out.

"Let's go upstairs, hm?"

The two of you were the only ones in the elevator as the doors shut. "So, what part of my existence did you doubt, exactly?" You asked, amusement in your tone. "Mark knowing me? Or my being a sphinx?"

"The first one," Renjun had recovered from his initial shock, his voice level as he answered. "I've met a sphinx before."

"And what did you have them do to you?"

"What?"

"You've tricked Mark into petrifying you, had your blood drank, and you want a siren to dose you up. I'm wondering what about sphinxes could provide that sort of... rush."

"I'm not an adrenaline junkie."

"Your words, not mine." You held up your hands. "And I'm not judging you, Renjun. Just curious."

"I don't know them like that, anyway. It's my friends' boss."

"So what's on your list, then?"

"I want to solve a sphinx's riddle."

One of your eyebrows quirked up, and it was then that the elevator dinged and stopped on your floor. In the copy room, you held a hand out towards Renjun expectantly, and he reluctantly gave you a stack of notebook paper from within his binder. You put the first page on the pane of glass of the copier, lowered the lid, and prepared the setting to make the first copy. "I'm not giving you a riddle," you stated into the heavy silence that had descended over the two of you.

"Why not?" Renjun whined, reminding you of a petulant child.

The copier shot out the first page, and you repeated the process with the backside. "As a Magical Creatures Studies major, I'm sure you know very well why not."

"I would totally solve it though! You wouldn't have to worry about me going insane!"

"You either greatly overestimate your intelligence, or greatly underestimate a sphinx's." You shook your head.

"Plenty of people have solved sphinx riddles."

"And even more have gone insane trying," you retorted. "No way am I going to even risk making you go insane."

"I'll sign whatever waiver you want! You won't be liable at all!"

"But it'll still be my fault," you sighed. "Sol-channeling, nixing, flying, I'd show you any of that. But no riddles."