After-Hours | JJBA Night At The Museum AU (xreader)

30| The Curator

Lowkey pissed like fuck I didn't make the pillarmen stone and operate like la squadra bc the fuckign LIGHT. Pretend they are stone now and work the same. fml.

You guys have been so good to me~~ Heres an especially long chapter!!

(Story change: Ex: 11/6/24 -- Pillarmen are stone and freeze under all light. Kars Exempt.)

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Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window.

"You look well rested," A coffee cup slides across the waxed table, "They didn't have hazelnut so I got you vanilla, is that ok?"

"Oh, that's perfect, thank you." You enjoy a quick sip, suddenly brought to attention by an obnoxiously loud screech. Kakyoin makes a brief panicked face as he looks around, whispering a sorry to those present as he scoots in his chair.

You laugh a bit and nearly choke on your drink, wiping what dribbles off the corner of your mouth with your sleeve. He shifts in his chair uncomfortably with a nervous smile: it was not against the table enough, but he was clearly too embarrassed to scoot it in further. 

You amuse yourself in watching him awkwardly lean against the table, playing with the lid to his coffee with a red face. 

"So," He stammered, "How... was work?"

You giggle to yourself and set your cup down. "It was fine, actually. Normally it stresses me out a ton-- and it definitely did last night, too. But it ended up being fine near the end."

"Really, did something happen?"

You briefly feel yourself prepare to say "Gyro attacked me," But you realize not only will he not know who that is or the significance of that statement, but also that when you confess he's a robot he will think you're crazy. So you settle with a fabrication. 

"There was a break-in." It comes out as smoothly as gravel. Kakyoin gives you a weird look, unconvinced. 

"A break-in?"

"Yeah- Some guy, total psycho, he like-- busted, like, into that front area, y'know at the entrance? Broke a window and came in with a spray can and started trying to vandalize, stuff..."

"Vandalize stuff..?" Kakyoin looks at you with a sideways smile and an eyebrow quirked. Fuck he totally doesn't believe you. 

"Yeah.... I mean, obviously I went to go stop him!" He had some momentary reaction to that, as his smile ran away from his face. 

You can't tell what had just happened within him but a shift had occurred, and now he was listening intently. "When I asked him to leave, and that I had called the police, he jumped at me!"

His expression grew intense, and you shifted in your seat under his pinning gaze. "Are you hurt anywhere? Did he touch you?"

"Kakyoin, I'm-- Listen, I'm absolutely fine, I found a spot to hide under a panic desk, and another-- like, another guard came and handled it."

"--'Another guard'..."

"Why'd you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"You just said it weirdly, did I say something wrong?"

"No," Kakyoin shifts his gaze to something outside, and the weight is suddenly released. You feel like you can breathe properly again. "Sorry, I had a rough night too, so I'm a bit of a grouch this morning."

"It's ok. Couldn't sleep?"

He kept his gaze off somewhere. "Something like that."

You nodded and take your cup back into your hand. The conversation continued as normal, talking about Danny, about art, he invites you to the studio again, at a time where maybe Rohan isn't around, and you say you'll see when you're free.