Title: Shot Down
Fandom: Disgaea
Characters: Laharl/Pleinair
Prompt: -
Word Count: 434
Rating: G
Summary: The constant disapproval from the Dark Assembly is getting to the prince.
Author's Notes: The ending plotted against me. I was trying to take a more 'fluffy' route. *shrug*
Laharl walked into his chambers, making sure to slam his door hard enough to make the castle shake. He let out a sigh, kicking open the top of his casket and let his body fall inside. His position felt awkward, with his feet hanging in the air, but that was the least of his problems.
He heard the door to his room open and close softly and the flutter of clothing making way towards him. There was dip in his bed brought on by the new body. He could feel a hand move above his head, waiting for confirmation to touch him. Laharl lifted his head into it, feeling a calm surround him.
It didn't go well, I take it.
"Bribed every Senator with the best I had, everyone voted against it. Tried to take the Promotion Exam (to blow off steam), lost horribly." The demon rolled onto his back, legs dangling out of his bed with better feeling and moved closer to his guest.
"What do I have to do change their minds? If anything, the Assembly should just 'unlock' each proposal after every level-up I have. That'd make this mess easier."
The hand on his head continued to massage him with an easy rhythm. Laharl could feel his bloodlu- anger dissipating.
I'm sorry that I can't do more or give better words of encouragement.
The prince lazily raised a dismissive hand, "Meh, it's not like it's your fault or anything. You're just the unfortunate one to call those idiots together."
He didn't see it, but knew the other nodded.
Laharl turned his head to look up at her, this silent girl with striking red eyes that could start and end a fight with ease.
"Why are you here, Pleinair? You're normally glued to that spot in front of the Assembly." The mascot was staring before her with an unreadable expression. Her hand never left its place on the prince's head.
"...I have an offer for you," she whispered.
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Walking past the Assembly the prince found a Prinny dressed in a maid's outfit. He held in his laughter as he looked to his right side and watched Pleinair carefully examine her newly purchased toy. It was odd to admit, but she looked good with a gun.
"Do you care where we go? It's just going to be us out there."
Pleinair looked at Laharl, putting her gun away. She shook her head and gave a small smile.
That will make things easier. No unforeseen casualties.
Laharl smirked. By the time they were done, the Assembly was going to bend over backwards for him.