There was a party going on at Phantomhive manor. The master of the household was turning one-hundred and thirty-nine on this day, prompting many jokes about his current relationship with an eighteen-year-old blonde from his friends. Daniel and Kristopherson were particularly ruthless in their teasing, given their personalities.
The two were compatible in their mischief, making jabs, poking fun, and being otherwise obnoxious in the most positive meaning of the word. They acted as they always have, despite everything that has happened to them over the past few months. Between Kristopherson's guilt over Preston's injury, Daniel's guilt over confusing the faux-blonde, and their confession of their feelings to each other, they were quite relaxed.
They still hadn't made any progress in their relationship since then, given the fact that Kristopherson has decided, and rightfully so, that he refuses to get romantically involved with the Westley gentleman until Daniel has come clean to Anastasia about his true feelings. As expected, Daniel, in an act of cowardice, has decided to simply try and "fade" out of the relationship with the Miles girl.
Daniel was having lots of problems lately. There was his problem with Anastasia, and his problem with her brother. The poor Westley had grown to become somewhat hyper-aware of Kristopherson at times, especially when the other man's old habit of wearing women's clothes around the house started to surface. Tight pants and T-shirts sparked a reaction in Daniel that he was not accustomed to, and it often made the brunet blush and stutter while averting his gaze. He really didn't know how to handle this.
For now, however, he was fine. They were in public and Kristopherson was dressed "normally". The fact that they were both actively bothering people for their own amusement added to his sense of calm. It was then, however, that he spotted someone who he hadn't seen before.
"Hey, Kris, who's that?" he asked, gesturing off in the general direction of who it was he was talking about.
"Who?" inquired Kristopherson in response.
"That girl. Over by Travis." Daniel said, this time actually pointing.
"I don't know." A sly smile spread across the faux-blonde's face. "But she seems to be sticking awfully close to him."
"Could it be his girlfriend?! What the fuck?! How did he do that?!"
"Well, he always has been good at winning people over…"
"I'm gonna get to the bottom of this."
"Gay." Kristopherson said in monotone, prompting a glare from his flatmate. He laughed as the brunet bashfully walked away, trying to pretend that he hadn't heard the other man, or even understood him.
He walked up to the Sullivan man and the woman with him, dead-set on finding out who she was, with the secondary goal of possibly embarrassing Travis with the information. Actually, he was going to do that whether he received it or not. When the Sullivan noticed the Westley, he looked up and his friend followed suit.
"Yo! What's up, nerds?" greeted Daniel in an unnecessarily irritating manner. "Travis! It's been forever! How're ya doin'? How's your book coming along?"
"It's almost halfway done." Travis replied in his usual serene tone. "If you wanted to talk, you could've just called."
"Yeah, but what would I say? 'Hey, Travis, I was just calling to bother you at a possibly inconvenient time. Hope ya don't mind?'"
"If I was in the middle of something, I'd call you back."
"But what if you forgot?" asked the Westley gentleman.
"Then I'd assume you'd try again later." Travis stated before pausing for a moment. "Wait, why are we arguing about this?"
"I dunno." Daniel shrugged. "I was just curious as to who your lady-friend is." He said, wiggling his eyebrows and earning an eyeroll. With that, the Sullivan boy simply gestured to the young woman with him.
"This is Patricia." He informed. "She's been helping me study for the fight-scenes in my book. After a really weird series of unfortunate events, she now knows the 'group secret'."
"Oh, so she knows about 'Satan' and his little boy-toy, then?" inquired the Westley as his flatmate walked up to the trio as well. "Oh, yeah, I'm Daniel." He said, introducing himself. "This is Kristopherson. So you know about monsters and all that too, then, huh?"
"Wait, you know, too?" questioned the boxer, arching her eyebrow. She let out a sigh ad rubbed her temples. "What is this, some club of rich people who play with monsters?"
"Actually, no. That's a different group entirely." Daniel bluntly said. "Don't sweat it. You'll get used to it in no time! It's pretty normal around here, so it's not really a big deal."
"'Not a big deal'?" Patricia asked with a skeptical look.
"We usually don't get involved in the dangerous stuff." Kristopherson added. "It happens, but it's really rare and is never intentional. It's Ciel and Alois who deal with that sort of thing. It's their job, after all."
"So basically, you're telling me to just accept it, yeah?" asked the boxer, pinching the area between her brows.
"Yeah."
"Like hell I can!" Patricia declared. "It's not that easy to let go of everything you know, and I'm still convinced that this is some kind of prank!"
"Damn, Travis, control your woman…" teased Daniel.
"She's not my woman, she's my boxing coach." The Sullivan clarified, causing a concerned look to fall over the brunet's face. He looked at Patricia, and then back to Travis.
"I didn't know you were into that sort of thing, Sully…"
"Oi! Blondie! Control your woman." Spoke Patricia to the faux-blonde, causing a slight pink to dust his cheeks and a darker one to splatter the Westley's.
"I'm not his woman!" Daniel barked, furrowing his brow and trying to seem intimidating. He wasn't good at it in the slightest, so he wasn't at all convincing.
"It was a joke, mate. Relax. There's no way either one of you could be the 'girl'." Cluelessly said the Ramirez woman. With a small cough, Kristopherson answered.
"We're… We're not together…" he said, hiding his embarrassment far better than his flatmate.
"No? Huh. Sure fooled me." Said Patricia. She slapped the Westley on the back in a friendly manner, perhaps hitting him a bit too hard on accident. "My bad~! Sorry, mate. I just thought you'd look cute, is all!"
"I take it back! Travis! You are forbidden to elope with this girl!" declared the Westley gentleman, pointing a finger at the boxer accusingly. The woman in question simply stuck out her tongue in response.
"You're not my parents, Dan." Said the Sullivan.
"Oh, so you would~?"
"I don't know. If things turned out that way, I guess, but I don't plan on it at the moment." Travis stated.
"Wow, Travis, you're cold…"
"What did I say?!"
A/N: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
it sucks.
I could't get this to go anywhere. I'm sorry! I haven't been feeling too motivated to do much of anything lately. I kinda wanna sleep...
I tried to get this out, though. I have an essay due tomorrow that I haven't written anything on.
I'm a leaf on the wind. Watch me soar.
Uh... Well, I guess that's all I have to say for now?
I'll try to update as soon as I can~!
Until then, my duckies~!
