Contract Killers (Multiship)

Chapter 39 - Athena

Lust's POV

The sound of the rain hitting against my window soothed my mind. While sitting on my bed with the sheets covering my legs, I cycled through the papers. Recently, I received several fashion combinations from my employer. She wants me to wear one of these for a show. I scribbled notes on each one. I didn't like these combinations. Some notes praised the design of a certain piece and others criticized. I've always wanted to own a fashion store. Chic and unique clothing, jewelry, and accessories. It's always been my dream.

Thunder could be heard. Like the two hands of an unworldly being collided within the clouds. My door opened to show Horror. His expression was unreadable. He crawled onto my bed and snuggled into my thigh.

Me: Are you okay?

He shook his head.

Me: What's wrong?

Horror: You would laugh at me.

Me: No I wouldn't honey. Please tell me.

Horror: ... I'm scared of thunder.

Me: Aw, honey.

I set my papers aside and kissed his forehead with my arm gently wrapped around his head. He whined quietly. Ink walked in.

Ink: Good morning guys.

I returned his greeting and Horror mumbled morning as well.

Ink: Um, I made breakfast for everyone. So if you want to eat, it's ready. I'm the only one that's awake so, first come first serve.

Me: Okay. We'll be down in a minute.

Ink gave me a finger gun than walked out. I stuffed my papers into my folder and dragged Horror off the bed, which caused him to fall.

Me: Are you okay?

I managed to say between laughs.

Horror: No. I'd be surprised if no one woke up from that.

He winced as he stood up. He followed me to the kitchen. Ink was standing at the island, cutting various fruits.

Ink: Waffles are in the oven, syrup is in the microwave, and I have bowls of fruits for the toppings. Also, I have caramel if you don't want syrup.

Me: Thank you.

I sat down at the dining table with a beautifully decorated waffle. Before I could take a picture of it because of its beauty, Horror took a bite.

Me: Hey.

Horror: What?

He said through a full mouth.

Me: I was enjoying the way it looked.

Horror: Food is for eating, not eye candy.

He put a piece on his fork and put it in front of my mouth. I ate it.

Me: It tastes as good as it looked.

Ink sat two cups of coffee next to us. We thanked him. Ink sat on the furthest chair so we wouldn't think that he was intruding. I looked at Ink. He was drawing something in his sketchbook. Without looking weird, I peeked over. He was drawing fashion. Feeling an urge of eagerness, I stood up which caused my chair to shoot backwards. I ran over to Ink and stared at the page. Ink watched me as I picked up the book and memorized the tiny details of everything.

Me: Ink, I need you to draw for me!

Ink: What?

Me: I need your creativity for fashion, please.