Chapter 2: What I want
I don't own Grand Chase
"Can I help you, Mr. Isolet?"
Lass quickly straightened himself. "Er, yes, you can Ms. Eryuell. Perhaps you can consider making a cup of freshly brewed coffee for me as well?"
While he was peeling of his armor, he saw her hand stop, just as she had it on the jar of coffee beans she was clearly reaching for. She took an adjacent jar and turned to Lass with a faux, lady like expression.
"Actually I was about to brew some tea, and I'm in a mood for some jasmine. Would you care for that instead?" She asked in an overly accommodating way.
No one appreciate tea like Lass, but he really abhors the aroma of jasmine, and he really needs coffee right now.
"No thanks." He said, walking towards her with the armor neatly set by the table. A soft, blue tunic covers his slim body, and a smirk lays over his features.
Before he could further close the distance between them, Lire has moved away and began to grind some herbs on another section of the counter.
While he was turning the grinder, Lass's eyes slid to the side. Lire was standing right beside him, observing the flames under a small tripod holding up a porcelain pot. Despite the rare scowl on her small features, she was still endearing.
"I hope you enjoyed your day off, Ms. Li-"
"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?" She interrupted.
Lass shifted to look at her, fondly, but with a mild hint of distaste in his blue eyes. "Are we really doing this?"
"Of course we are. You wanted coffee, and I wanted tea. Can't have either without brewing them first."
He ignored the direction of her sarcasm, and turned his head to scan the kitchen. He then scooted a little closer to the elf and whispered warmly near her ear, "Lire, no one's around. It's just you and me."
"I can see that. So?"
Lass frowned, surprised and disappointed that her usually sensitive ear did not cause her to melt in his arms like it normally does.
But he didn't break from his resolve. He dared another step and slid his left arm around her waist, "So... Can I give you a kiss?"
"No, you can't." She said, gently peeling his arm off, "but you could've, if you didn't so generously give your Saturday off to your best friend."
Lass sighed, but nonetheless gave an apologetic look, "Jin has something very important to do. He needed it badly."
"But I need you too..." The door creaked open and gave entry to a rather unsuspecting magic knight. He too was in his casual clothing of a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. His expression said he wasn't expecting to see two of the most trusted minds in Kannavan alone, together in an enclosed room.
Lire pushed to finish the sentence, "...to make sure that the archives are cleaned by tomorrow morning. Ryan can do all the work, I just need someone to keep him from slacking off."
"Will do, Ms. Lire." Lass answered , catching the play.
From his peripherals he saw Ronan's face ease down and his shoulders shrug. He was too polite to have his presence known after catching his two friends in a seemingly important and non-romantic discussion, but Lire greeted him nonetheless.
"Working even on days off. What would Kannavan do without you, Lady Lire?" Ronan walked over, bowed at Lass and quickly kissed the back of Lire's hand. This would've been easily overlooked if she didn't have her long, creamy legs exposed like that, and if she didn't giggle like any other teenage girl would.
But from where he stood, Lass could do heck about it.
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