#thread: puler of the part-time payrollers

[roseraurea]

Ugh.

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

This had to be perhaps one of the most humiliating assignments he could’ve possibly received. With an unnaturally high pitched voice and pink hair tied into two thick and girlish pigtails (Not even mentioning the criminally short skirt his uniform had), it was as if the universe conspired to create the most embarrassing scenario possible for him.

“T-Thank you for your patronage….! Come again… anytime.” With a wave and a forced smile he saw the table of gross men off. They seemed to enjoy his stand-offish act, but little did they know he simply avoided saying more than is necessary because with every word spoken his urge to blow up this godforsaken establishment rose.

At least it was now his break time. He’d have time to prepare himself mentally before the really big clients, the ones he’d been assigned to spy on. With little more than a nod of acknowledgement he rushed off to the back of the establishment and flung the door open to the alleyway outside.

“Why… Why’d it have to be me….” Silently fuming, trembling hands held onto the hem of his skirt tightly, as if he could tear it apart any moment. When he heard the sound of the door slamming open again he tensed up, not willing to speak to any of his coworkers up close.

“I’m sorry….” He spoke again in that fake high pitched voice. “I didn’t realize you were-” Then he turned around, coming face to face with someone familiar.

….

His cheeks flushed red. Despite the embarrassment he tried to return to his usual calm posture. “O-Oh. It’s you.” He said in his natural pitch.

Another beat of silence followed.

“….after we get what we need let’s pretend today never happened.” As long as Sonya wouldn’t say anything about his uniform, neither would he. They were… kindred souls in their suffering.

Gods, just thinking that way made him want to gag.

puler of the part-time payrollers

mission board: pearlescent (any+1)

[roseraurea]

Oh, that’s where she wants to take this?

“I’m just repaying the debts I’m owed. Even if the method is…” humiliating? Awful? Comically nightmarish? “…unconventional.” Yes. Let’s go with that and none of the more colorful words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He looked around for a moment, watching for prying eyes or ears. Once he decided the coast was clear the mage continued speaking. “Surely you’ve noticed. There’s some strange dealings going on in this town.”

Honestly it was impressive how he managed to keep his composure despite being spotted in a compromising outfit by someone he knew. Though the fact that she was in a similar state of dress made it a little less awkward. Plus, judging from her tone of voice her intent to tease.

Well, two could play at that game.

“I assumed you’re here for similar reasons, Miss Sonya. Unless you’re just chasing after some sort of lost glory?” A small, catlike grin crossed his soft features, a gloved hand covering part of his mouth. “I suppose some people do like maids who are a little more.. advanced, shall we say.”

puler of the part-time payrollers

mission board: pearlescent (any+1)