"Mr. Chair!"

Mr. Chair whipped around at the sound of his name, nearly dropping his book and spilling his cup of tea all over himself. A pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders, enveloping him in a quick hug before their owner sat down in the armchair across from him.

"Oh, Thomas! Hi there! You frightened me!" Mr. Chair laughed softly.

"Terribly sorry." Thomas chuckled. "Where are the others?"

"Eh, I'm not quite sure. I believe Stephano said something about training. If I had my guess, Piggeh is probably partying. I just decided that it was high time for tea and reading before bed." Mr. Chair stated, slipping a red ribbon in between pages. "Oh, how rude of me. Would you like a cup?"

"That'd be lovely. I find it hard to meet a fellow around her who enjoys a good brew."

Mr. Chair turned to pour a cup, blushing a bit when the teapot he was holding resembled Thomas' other form. Thomas noticed as well and chuckled softly.

"It feels weird for me to hold a teapot like that. Does it feel weird to sit in chairs for you?" Thomas inquired, taking the cup and saucer, nodding a thanks.

Mr. Chair laughed. "Yes, yes it does. It almost feels like sitting in someone's lap in place of a chair..."

Thomas chuckled again, sipping on his tea. His hazel eyes raked Mr. Chair's form over, making the darker-headed brunet feel slightly uncomfortable. Mr. Chair curled his legs up into the red-felt arm chair, unintentionally making himself look smaller and more fragile.

"Ehem, so what's it like in Manchester? That is where you formerly resided, correct?" Mr. Chair asked, attempting to break the only-awkward-for-himself silence.

The hazel-eyed man across from him nodded. "Manchester is quite the lovely place. I grew up in London, then decided that I wanted to get out of there as soon as I became old enough. I moved to Manchester because I had family there. After a few years in Manchester, I thought it would be nice to travel the world. I packed up my bags and went for it, only to end up in this bloody castle."

Mr. Chair nodded, his question not really answered... but whatever.

"What were you reading?" Thomas asked, switching subjects quickly.

Mr. Chair glanced down, grabbing hold of the novel in his lap. "Romeo and Juliet." He stated, showing Thomas the faded cover.

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." Thomas quoted, leaning in resting his elbow on his thigh, resting his chin on his fist.

"Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."

Magenta eyes glared at the Shakespeare-quoting Brit.

"Did my heart love till now? I swear it, sight! I've never saw true beauty till tonight." Piggeh mocked, misquoting the quote terribly in a horrible British accent. "That makes no fucking sense, whatsoever!" He growled quietly in his own voice, crossing his arms as he eavesdropped.

Piggeh watched as Mr. Chair laughed softly, quoting back, "If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down."

Piggeh rolled his magenta eyes, his fuzzy pig ears pointed in annoyance. He kicked the wall, making a surprisingly loud noise that alerted the two brunets inside the library. They turned to look at the doorway, but Piggeh had already bolted.

"What the devil was that?" Thomas asked, turning wide-eyed to Mr. Chair.

"Probably barrels." Mr. Chair said with a slight shiver he was unable to detain.

Thomas looked at him curiously before turning back to the doorway. Whoever had been there was gone now. Nervousness struck him at that moment, making the hair on the back of his neck stand. He combed through his ponytail with his fingers and finished his tea, then turned back to Mr. Chair.

"It was lovely chatting with you, but I must be going." Thomas huffed, looking down at his feet.

"But you only just sat down..." Mr. Chair stated, staring at Thomas quizzically.

"Yes, my apologies. I've just been stuck with quite the terrible headache."

"Oh! I'm sorry! I hope it bypasses you quickly. Goodnight, Thomas."

"Goodnight to you too, Mr. Chair. Thank you for the tea." Thomas returned, heading towards the door.

"You're quite welcome. Oh, and Thomas?" Mr. Chair laughed, causing Thomas to turn around again. "My friends call me Chaise."

A/N

Me: Incredibly short chapter is incredibly short. *looks down in shame*

Stephano: You are an idiot, Pocky.

Me: WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE? YOU WEREN'T EVEN IN THIS CHAPTER!

Stephano: To say this. All rights to their rightful owners. Thomas belongs to Pocky, alas the rest of us do not.

Mr. Chair: Do we need to say something about the Shakespeare quotes? Would there be a copyright?

Thomas: Just to be safe, Pocky obviously does not own Shakespeare.

Piggeh: *glaring at me* Bitch...

Me: PIGGEHHHH! I LOVDED YOU~! I LOVDED YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU! (Quoting Gir. Damn me and all of these quotes!)

Piggeh: *whispering to me* Kill Thomas off and I'll love you forever.

Me: *slaps Piggeh* Well, that's that! I encourage comments/feedback/questions! Reviews make me happy and encourage me to write more! That's all for now! See you in the next chapter of whatever I write! Stay awesome, bros! Byeehhyeeeee! (Quoting Pewdiepie now. Daaaammmnnn ittttttt!)