The group had some how migrated to the main room. Murderface was on the couch receiving a long speech on morals from Amaya.
"Are you even listening to me!" She yelled.
Murderface pouted and crossed his arms. "No" He muttered turning his head to the side like a child.
Amaya's eyebrow twitched and she jumped on Murderface putting him into a headlock. "You little bastard." She grumbled tightening her grip around his neck.
"Miss Amaya." Ofdensen stepped forward, not calling her Miss Murderface fearing it would be awkward for everyone. "Would you mind coming with me? I would like to privately."
Everyone looked at Ofdensen curiously. "Alright," Amaya said suspiciously.
As she got up Amaya caught sent of Murderface's hair.
"Ugh!" She cried. "William Theodore your hair fucking reeks!"
The guys in the band sniggered at Murderface's middle name and received a glare from their embarrassed bass player.
"I expect for you to be showered or in the shower by the time I get back from my little chat with your…uh…?" Amaya turned to Ofdensen. "What are you to them exactly?"
"I'm their CFO, now if we could just" Ofdensen was cut off by Amaya finishing her rant at Murderface.
"By the time I'm done talking to your CFO you should be clean got it!"
With that Amaya walked out with Ofdensen. After a moment of silence Nathan, Skwisgaar, Pickles and Toki burst out laughing.
"Dood!" Pickles managed to wheeze out. "Theodore? Really?"
Murderface pulled himself off the floor, wishing he could disappear into the air.
"Yous need your cousin to comes and takes care of you like a mommy?" Skwisgaar mocked.
"I didn't ashk her to come here!" Murderface pouted plopping on the couch. "She washe probably jusht worried."
"Whys would she worry about yous?" Toki asked sitting on the couch next to Murderface.
"My coushin washe the one who took care of me when I washe a kid." Murderface explained.
"Um…" Nathan said in a confused voice. "I thought your grandparents took care of you."
"Naw," Murderface explained. "Amaya came to live with ushe a few monthshe after my dadshe murder shuicide. Grampshe washe in the hoshpital cuz of hishe shtroke. And Gramshe washe off doing whatever the hell she did. Amaya'sh a year old then me sho she took care of me."
"Awws" Toki squealed. "So she cames to checks on you?"
Pickles was a little confused. "Wait. Why would she need at check on you?"
Murderface mumbled something, not wanting to deal with his bands reaction.
"Yous have to speaks up." Skwisgaar.
"I haven't actually. You know, contacted her in a couple yearshe." Murderface admitted.
There was a silence until Nathan finally said, "Man, that's brutal."
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Meanwhile Amaya was telling the same story to Ofdensen.
"And so that little bastard hasn't called me in years." She finished.
"And so you broke into Mordhaus?" Ofdensen asked in a tone that one would us with a child that has made a silly mistake.
Amaya look away. She had a sad look on her face that made Ofdensen feel ashamed for taking a rude tone with her.
"I…I worry a lot about Will." She said rubbing the back of her neck, she wasn't used to showing emotion like this. "He's important to me. I haven't talked to him in a few years and it's been even longer since I last saw him."
Ofdensen sighed and thought for a second. He looked at the girl in front of him and sighed again.
"Well," He said eventually. "I don't see anything wrong with you staying for a couple days."
A bright smile lit Amaya's face
Ofdensen quickly added, "Just don't get in the way of their band practice."
"Of course not." She smiled happily and nodded. "Thank you Mr…uh…"
"Ofdensen, Charles Ofdensen."
"Thank you Mr Ofdensen." She headed out but stopped and turned around. "By the way my I left my suitcase by the side door. You know, where I came in."
Charles nodded, making a mental note to improve security at the side door.
"I'll have a klokateer show you back to the main room and escort you to your room when it's ready."
Amaya smiled again and followed the klokateer out of Ofdensen's office.