𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞│ʰˣʰ

eleven ; tied to

eleven ; tied to

Y/N," SCARAMOUCHE CROSSED HIS ARMS, "took you long enough. I thought you knew how to recognize the numbers on the clock,"" Y/n rolled her eyes, dropping an arm around Scaramouche's shoulder.

"Shhh, of course I do," she argued back, throwing her and Scaramouche into a couch. She peered out from the window as she patted with her other hand to smoothen the couch.

"Ooh look it's Kurapika, Gon, and Leorio." She pointed toward them. "Wait... why aren't you with them?" Scaramouche ignored the question.

Many butlers were stationed outside, bowing down. The trio entered the mansion. "Eh?" Gon took a step back. "N/n, is that you?" He excitedly ran over and crashed into Y/n, who hugged just as tightly back.

Meanwhile, Kurapika was behind them, narrowing his eyes after Gon released her. Y/n fluttered her lashes innocently, magenta eyes glistening. "Yes? I love the attention you're giving me, but what is it?"

"Can we talk?" Kurapika cleared his throat to hide his discomfort when Y/n approached him, preening. "Of course," Y/n said with a smile. "Later, though. Someone's coming," He turned his head over his shoulder.

The head butler approached them. When did the two, the magenta streaked girl and the indigo haired arrive? He didn't sense them. "I apologize for the discourtesy," he said as he set down three cups of tea.

The maids put three cubes of sugar into the three cups, and left.

"I wasn't expecting more," he bowed. "Hence, why there aren't more cups of tea."

"No worries," Y/n dismissively at the butler. "Just give me some candy, will you?" The butler looked irked, adjusting his gloves.

"I only follow the rules of... Anyways," the butler trailed off before continuing, deciding to take no regard of the maiden's request.

"We have been informed by the Lady of the House, that you are to be treated as official guests. Please, do have a seat," he sat down as well.

But- Y/n had already comforted herself to the couches, hugging Scaramouche as she did. "Except you two," he said in distaste. "She did not mention you at all,"

Y/n rolled her eyes, placing her feet on one table to knock down the glass of sugar by sweeping. "I think something dropped," she said sweetly. "Would you be a good person and clean it up?"

The man glared at her and pushed up his glasses as other servants cleaned it up, brushing off the glass. "Not you guys!" Y/n protested. "That cunt should bow down and clean it! Never mind... I wouldn't want him to break his back cleaning."