okay so now that i’ve actually responded i’m gonna ollie. mun is sick and feels terrible so. i apologize for being inactive the past week or so—was very busy most of the time.
anyways, l8r l00sers uwu like if i owe pls
With a bit of bitter grumbling, the supervisor hid his nose further into the high collar of his dark coat, and buried his hands into the warmth of its pockets. It hardly mattered where they were going, be it a pub or a fine dining establishment—being seen hanging around with a subordinate after work hours, and in the human realm nonetheless, was enough to send William hurtling out of his comfort zone. Whether it was too cold to logically protest or whether he wanted to try something new for a change, he didn’t know, but what he did know was that Ronald would be his companion for perhaps the rest of the evening. As long as the younger reaper hadn’t any wild pranks up his sleeve, William couldn’t be all too bothered by such company.
The supervisor scoffed at the other reaper’s comment with unintentional obviousness. How silly such analogies were, "cold as hell". “That makes no logical sense,” he replied, knowing yet uncaring that such a petty thing wasn’t even the point of what Ronald was saying. It was in that moment something completely unrelated struck him, a question he’d since lost amidst the jumble of confused thoughts.
"Ronald, I am compelled to ask," the older reaper started again, eyes shifting subtly to the blonde. "Why ask me to accompany you instead of a subordinate?"
Ronald turned to stare at his superior for a moment or two, laughing despite himself. “Okay, aye, it don’t make any sense. Ye know wot I mean, though,” he agreed, scruffing up the back of his hair. “Ye sure are a stickler fer specifics. Guess I shouldn’t ‘a expected much else, though, aye?”
Hm. That was a good question. He wondered how he should answer it. Being direct might cause his boss to turn around and head straight home, but being too avoidant of the inquiry would make him suspicious. “Well,” he began, scratching at his temple, “I go out with the others all the time. Startin’ t’ get borin’, y’know? Sides, I figure ye could use a way t’ rewind after work… An’ I’ve never really gotten t’ ‘ang out with ye ‘at much, least outside ‘a work. I figure, ‘ey, if we’re gonna be friends, we gotta do friend things—like go t’ the bar together.”
Not being able to stop a chuckle escaping her chest, Mei-Rin shook her head. “I don’ believe throwing pebbles would be necessary but if you wan’ to do it like this, I have nothin’ against.” It sounded a bit childish but she loved such childish things, having not experienced them in the right time. That was why now she was making up for that. “Well, at least as long as you don’ break th’ window but surely you wouldn’t, havin’ a hand of an inventor.”
She winked at him, then remembered her thick glasses wouldn’t allow him to see anything. They were sometimes a bless, yet quite often she found some kind of burden in them.
"You really would show me?" Mei-Rin really tried to make it sound less excitedly, she really did, but, of course, she didn’t succeed. Clearing her throat with somewhat embarrassment, she smiled apologetically. "I- I mean… it’d be wonderful i- if you wanted to…"
"Great, ‘cos I’ve always wanted t’ do ‘at," he said with a chuckle, "Ye might wanna tell me which window is yers, though, ‘cos I don’t wanna ‘ave Sebastian on my arse. Can’t imagine he’d take too kindly t’ my sneakin’ ‘round th’ property." He stood from his chair after taking the last sip from his cup, making his way to the other side of the table to pull Mei-Rin’s chair out for her, offering his arm as assistance to stand as well as to escort her to the door.
"But, of course!" he chimed, his face splitting in two with a blinding smile. "I can see yer interested—plus, I love t’ show off wot I can do. I’d love t’ show ye. ‘Ell, maybe ye’ll take some info with ye, so ye can try it out fer yerself."
Sebastian allowed himself a smile. “I’m sure. When I first contracted him I was of the mind that he was a spoiled brat. However, I have a far better reason for staying loyal to him than you might.” It wasn’t usual to speak so openly with a reaper, and perhaps with any other, he would not have.
"Wot, ye mean ‘e ain’t actually a spoiled brat?" he inquired, quirking a curious brow in question, "Or, d’ye jus’ mean ‘at those reasons fer bein’ loyal’re good enough ‘at ye can look past th’ brattyness?"
mkay gotta go an do stuff so i’ll be back in 1-2 hours
"Perhaps at times I do," The demon agreed, tilting his head to one side. "Quite the opportunist he is, acting his age only when it suits his purpose. But he has the temperament of a spoiled child."
"Well, I could tell ‘at much jus’ by lookin’ at ‘im," he snorted, “‘Ow d’ye even deal with th’ kid? I met the kid fer, wot, ten minutes an’ I already can’t stand ‘im." In a way, he had some sort of respect for the dark-haired demon. It took a special kind of patient to be able to serve someone like Ciel.
It was really easy to affect Mei-Rin but there were people that could do that easier and quicker than others and it would seem Ronald was one of them; she couldn’t even explained what had happened. It was just a tea. Moreover, just some time ago she was rather irritated with his way of being. She really didn’t choose who it was.
"Jus’ ask ‘bout th’ Phantomhives," she responded, sharing some more information like address and such. Not even thinking her young Master could be angry with her for that. Her heart fluttering as she thought the other looked rather pleased with her suggestion. "I’ll probably be home all th’ time now."
Ronald nodded as she gave him her information, one corner of his mouth tugging upwards in a crooked grin. “So, does yer master mind if I come an’ see ye, or do I get t’ be cheesy an’ throw pebbles at yer window?” He chuckled despite himself, imagining that he’d probably throw a pebble at the wrong window and end up having an angry demon after him.
"But, I’ll try an’ change ‘at. Stayin’ ‘ome all th’ time sounds awful borin’, it does. I mean, ‘avin’ th’ occasional lazy day’s one thing, but never leavin’s another. Who knows, maybe someday I can bring ye along an’ show ye wot I do." Of course, he was referring to his made up career, not his actual one. If she saw what he actually did for a living, he was fairly certain that she’d run screaming in the other direction.
Faint amusement shown in the demon’s eyes. “Nothing so devious. He is currently sleeping peacefully as a result of the meal I prepared him. I do doubt he will awaken for an hour at the least, which grants me quite some time to myself.”
Ronald’s mouth took the shape of a small ‘o,’ nodding slowly. “Ye kinda ferget ‘at ‘e’s jus’ a wee lad, aye?” he mused, stroking his chin in thought, “‘E acts so tough ‘at ‘e seems a lot older ‘n ‘e is. But, I guess ‘at’s the point.”