"Type is my butler, he is so sexy!"
Every year, the Kirigun family hosts an event where hopeful candidates gather to audition for the role of Tharn's butler. Tharn Kirigun, the heir to the family's fortune, is a spoiled rich kid-selfish, disruptive...
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Tharn: Adventure Time! Type: More Like Trouble Time!"
Tharn moved cautiously through the mansion, careful not to make any noise that might wake his family, guests, or staff. He tiptoed down the hallway, dragging a clearly reluctant Type behind him. Every step they took seemed louder than the last, making Type’s heart race with anxiety.
"Shh, they’ll hear us," Tharn whispered, casting a playful glance at Type, who was looking around nervously.
"Jerk! Maybe I can still change your mind. Hey, Tharn, let’s just not do this," Type hissed back, sighing heavily but still following Tharn. "You’re going to get us both in serious trouble, you know that, right?"
Tharn grinned, clearly enjoying the thrill of the situation. "We’re already this far, Type. There’s no turning back now. Besides, it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do tonight, right?"
Type rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated. "Actually, I had plans to sleep peacefully without being dragged into one of your crazy schemes."
They reached the entrance and were almost out the door when a staff member spotted them. The staff member looked at them curiously and asked, "Where are you two going at this hour?"
Type nearly fainted from the panic, his mind racing with excuses, while Tharn kept his cool, as if they were just taking a casual stroll. "We’re just going out to buy some dessert," Tharn replied, flashing a charming smile that he knew would disarm the staff member.
The staff member furrowed his brows. "But I thought you already had dessert here..."
Tharn interrupted, waving the staff member off with a dismissive hand. "Just mind your own business, geezer. Jeez, we’ll be back soon." He turned to Type and whispered, "See? No big deal."
Type was sweating bullets, whispering urgently, "Tharn, this is a bad idea. We’re going to get caught. I can’t believe I let you talk me into this."
"Relax, Type. This is going to be fun. Just trust me," Tharn said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "When was the last time you did something spontaneous and exciting?"
Type huffed, "Spontaneous and exciting? This is more like reckless and stupid. But fine, whatever, I’m already in this mess."
They managed to slip through the gate, and Tharn started the car. As the engine roared to life, Type's anxiety skyrocketed. "I can’t believe we’re doing this. What if your family finds out? What if something happens to you?"
"Stop worrying so much, Type. Live a little," Tharn replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We’re going to your dad's resort by the seashore. It’ll be a great escape. Think of it as a mini-vacation."
