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Mullette - Perfect

Lafayette's POV just so you know

I feel like everything I do must be perfect, though nobody tells me that other than myself. Everything I do for Hercules, though, is...not so perfect. Sometimes I stutter when I speak, which was unacceptable where I come from.

Basically, I used to live in a secret Clan in France. But I escaped and came to America, and now I live in a school dorm with Hercules as a roommate.

I'm not so perfect. That's why I had to leave. Before they...

...anyways, I always try to be my very best, because I don't know what other people's expectations are. Are they just like the ones back in the Clan, or are they different? Are the requirements strict or are people more layed back about imperfection?

Because I am the definition of imperfection. But Hercules doesn't seem to think so. When I stutter, he laughs a little. When I stumble as I walk, he makes sure I'm okay. And when I don't understand something, he sweetly explains it to me.

America is confusing.

But maybe this is a good thing. I don't have to be perfect for people to care about me here. Or do I?

I make sure my posture is straight and at its finest wherever, whenever. I wake up at exactly 7:45 AM evey morning, and go to sleep at 9:00 PM almost every night. I make sure I am beyond perfect. Well, at least, I try.

What am I doing right now? Well, I'm laying in my bedroom contemplating my existence.

I'm about to take out my phone, when there's a sudden knock at the bedroom door. I stand up and go to open it, only to find my roommate looking sad, and maybe even angry.

"Laf. Explain this to me."

I may make a part two I just love these clif fhangers muahaha