To Be, Or Not To Be|| SPY X FAMILY

Damian||Ewen and Emile force me to go to the Alumni meet

After that traumatising visit to the seer all I could think about was that she actually managed to hypnotise me and extort information about my innermost feelings.

(A/n: Crazy freaky ahh type shit)

It however, gave me a chance to be more pensive about my life decisions and how unhinged everyone and everything had become (A/n: this is getting kind of personal). I started having less and less insomnia and I was able to get back on track.

No, this does not mean I stopped drinking. Je bois, tu bois, nous buvons.

After I managed to get back on track by flipping through documents and threatening innocent workers (I'm kidding) I finally met up with Emile and Ewen, who'd just come back from a nice little business venture from India and wouldn't stop raving about some Indian Princess he'd met up with. (A/n: Canon event. Also I'm Indian, we never get proper representation PLEASE.)

"So, the alumni meet," Ewen started after I thought he would never shut up about his new girlfriend,

"What about it?" I raised my eyebrows,

"You have to come with us this time Lord Damian." Emile grinned with his wide front teeth visible. "Agreed, you always give us excuses about work," Ewen bobbed his head along with whatever Emile said.

"Actually-" I started,

"NO. I don't want to hear it, bossman! You always get touchy and grumpy on the subject of the alumni meet and then you say 'I have work to do' when you most certainly don't," Emile huffed as he crossed his arms.

Ewen started fumbling with the marble chess pieces on the table and whistled to himself before joining in, "what would it take for you to come with us, for once? Everyone is eager to see how the star pupil Damian Desmond, scion of the Desmond family has been doing, we can't keep defending you with lame excuses like work to a mob of angry, single women!"

"I'm fine, I really don't want to see anyone."I stated, especially not the angry mob of women, I shuddered at the thought. "Even after we put Blackbell up to this," Emile muttered,

"So it was you two who asked her to give me the letter?"

"Obviously," Emile scoffed,

"It took a lot of persuading too you know, 'Becky Blackbell does not barge into offices and force people to come to an event!'-" Ewen imitated Blackbell with a high-pitched, feminine voice.

"She didn't do an ounce of persuading, you know, she just barged into my office and handed me the letter, said one line regarding it and then left." I remarked.

"God, see I fucking TOLD YOU Emile, she's unreliable-that conceited little-" Ewen grumbled before Emile hit him on the back to prevent him from saying further. A safe call I suppose, considering that the Blackbell family would not like a single word to be said against their precious daughter and presently, the only existing heir of the Blackbell Group.

"Whatever, my point is-bossman-if you do not go, we will forcibly drag you, regardless of whether you are in your underwear, or wearing unmatched socks-are we clear?" Emile tried his best to say in a threatening tone but it only came out a little more wavery and his ears quickly turned pink, while Ewen shot him a look which read: I-can't-believe- you-had-the -audacity-to-say- that-to-our-bossman-look.

"..."

The both of them looked at me expectantly and were half startled at my adamant burst of laughter. Not knowing what to say or what not to, their jaws weakened and dropped slightly before Emile gave a weak chuckle.

"Fine, I guess it's obligatory this year."

"Seriously?!" They both said in union.

"Gee, if it were that easy to have persuaded you, we would've done so on the first go..." Emile chuckled while Ewen mumbled to himself, "If only I could show [Indian princess] Eden Academy..,she'd be fascinated by the infrastructure..."

"Ewen" Emile sighed

"Yes?"

"Shut up."