Asmodeus stood in the doorway, light trailing in behind her, making the whites of her eyes become the most noticeable feature on her shadowed figure. Her mouth hung open as her eyes roamed the sight before her. Where she had expected there to be one body, lay two; limbs completely entwined and too much bare skin for her liking.
Well, that goes without saying as she thought a certain extent of flaunting off one's beauty was completely reasonable, as she rather liked the uniform assigned to her…
But that didn't mean men were allowed to have their chest completely bared like that! Especially someone like Ronove, who she (mostly) respected as a high-ranking demon and an amazing chef to boot! She didn't know how she'd be able to continue her life as she watched the pair at first stare back at her, with equally ashamed and furiously red faces, and then try to scramble away from each other; only resulting in getting efficiently tangled up in the sheets and in each other.
Battler was mortified. He was trying to recall exactly which stake this was, or rather her name since he hoped that calling her by the right name would raise his chances. Of what, he didn't exactly know, and he would rather not find out.
"A-Asmodeus! Wh-what are you doing?!" Battler half-screeched, having now retreated into the arms of the demon that was in bed with him and pulling the covers so far up that only his frightened eyes poked through. He had given up on dressing after a quick inspection of his room only to find articles of clothing carelessly tossed aside; his own collared shirt laying a few feet away from the bed and much closer to the intruder proved to be too much of a daunting mission to go get, so he opted to stay in his much more pleasant nest of safety and warmth with Ronove.
"Me?! I should be asking you that! I just came to get your lazy ass out of bed, and I find you guys fu-"
"Snuggling?" A softer voice cut in, coming from behind the sister. Virgilia calmly stood at the door, taking in the sight before her. The pink tinge to her face was all that gave away any sort of reaction. "Pay up," was all she said.
At first, Battler thought she was talking to him, then he got more confused as he skipped past the 'why' and went straight to the 'how', seeing as he didn't have any money on him, nor did he think anyone else did or why there would even be a need for money in this world. And if there was money here, what type of currency was it? Was it yen? Something from another country? Or was it something completely different, like maybe butterflies? He wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. He wondered how many butterflies he'd have to catch to earn silence from these two. He also wondered how much he'd have to get to buy a uniform from one of the stakes so he could force Ronove to wear it.
That would teach him! Maybe if his pride was knocked down a few pegs, then he wouldn't harass him all the time…. Though he imagined Ronove trying to walk around in that non-existent skirt of sorts and-
Battler was saved from going down that line of thought as he heard yet another voice filter through the doorway.
"Ugh fine!" Beelzebub floated in and handed Virgilia a wad of what seemed to be cards and a small key. The witch flipped through her payment, and after seemingly being satisfied, smiled at the pair on the bed and walked away. Battler stared wide-eyed at the empty space Virgilia used to occupy, then craned his head backwards to look at Ronove, eyes seeming to ask, 'do you believe this?'
"Well! Since I lost a huge amount of favors, youuuu have to make up for it! I expect key-lime pie for breakfast or Beato gets a whiff of this~! And don't you dare say you don't have enough time because I sent Asmo here to wake you up super early! Well then, bye~!" The stake of gluttony zoomed out of the room, leaving her very confused and somewhat flustered sister behind.
Battler sat up and groaned, pushing his head into his palms and not really caring anymore about his lack of a shirt. He wiped at his face, trying to will some of the blood vessels to go back and failing when he glanced over at Ronove. He looked to be distressed like Battler, but his eyes twinkled with what seemed to be amusement and… smugness?
That bastard! If he planned this thing, I swear.. He ran his fingers through his tousled fiery locks and with a sigh; he turned to what was left of his audience and glared.
"So what do you want?" He jutted his chin out at Asmodeus, crossing his arms over his marred chest.
The stake grinned at him. "Oh, nothing. Yet, anyways. I am the stake of lust, so I don't exactly condone this sort of thing… I would've liked it better if it was with me though.." She paused for a moment to pout. In this moment, Battler wasn't sure if she meant him, which he felt wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing; he always wanted to experiment a little with the bare-legged sisters.. But if she meant with Ronove.. Well, he couldn't really imagine that refined butler doing those kind of things to this poor, innocent girl..
Although she was far from innocent… She still looked young, And Ronove didn't necessarily scream 'teenager'… Battler had first-hand experience with what he liked to call Ronove's 'full-on pervert mode' and that… Battler wouldn't let such a cruel fate be bestowed upon anyone else but him, and he let himself be compared to a hero. Yes, that's it. He was being heroic and sacrificing himself so no one else would have to suffer.
So when Battler made a face that Leviathan would easily be able to identify and blindly searched for the demon's hand under the covers, he told himself it was because he was being a hero. He was most certainly not being possessive in any way.
Unfortunately, Asmodeus had spent enough time with her sister- Leviathan- to know what that meant and smirked at the sight, ruining her sad puppy-dog look. She pressed on.
"Buuuuut…I'll call in the favor another day.. In the meantime, you better be nice to me, Baaaattlerrrr~! Anyway, see you 'round Ronove!" She added a slight purr into her tone as she said the butler's name, even going so far as to wink at him, before choosing to saunter out of the room rather than flying out like her sister did.
She left before Battler could burn a hole through her with the hateful glare he was projecting and walked a bit further down the hallway. She bumped into a sulking Gaap, who was muttering to herself and didn't even seem to notice her. She only moved on, shoes clacking on the white tiled floor. Asmodeus simply chuckled and carried on, knowing that Virgilia's victory entailed a key to Gaap's personal library, rarely used by the blonde demon herself, but rather used as a sort of bargaining chip to get Virgilia to do whatever she wanted.
Asmodeus also noted the cards given to Virgilia and knew they were 'get-out of-jail' cards of sorts that the witch could use against Gaap if she was being annoying or if she was asked to do something she didn't like. The stake of lust knew there were rules that came with them, but she never felt the need to use them, since she thought Gaap's sense of fashion was actually quite tasteful; something only her and the demon could agree on. Besides, she felt like Gaap wouldn't let her model her outfits if she sent her away using the cards. So maybe Asmodeus was being just a smidgen selfish here, but once she told Mammon and the others, she was sure they would agree with her.
… Though she did promise to keep quiet, didn't she..? It's not like she ever kept her promises, so she didn't really feel like keeping this one. Especially since this new tidbit of information was simply too juicy to keep on the down-low~! Still… she thought it would benefit her more if she kept it to herself, because she knew her other sisters couldn't exactly keep secrets, and the fun would be cut short by the inevitable spill of gossip.
She rather enjoyed the gossip, and was one of the youngest sisters, but they would ruin her charade of flirting with Ronove too easily by making it obvious that they were trying to get Battler jealous, and she would certainly not have that! She rather preferred to see the hilarious expressions Battler would soon pull, and the rest of her sisters wouldn't even notice- since she tended to flirt with just about everything that moved, Battler just didn't know- or might even urge her, taking part in the fun of teasing the red-headed idiot. Yes, she would keep it a secret for the sake of humiliating Battler. Not for any other reason..!
It most certainly was not because she actually felt obliged to keep her promise, because she had never heard of this strange thing called 'morality' and definitely not because she took pity on the boy. Her current plan was far more sinister than the one that included her blabbing to the whole world about that.. situation. Therefore, it would be deduced that she did not like the teen in any way, and that she was being her usual, cruel self!
Satisfied with her conclusion, she sought out her sisters already in the game room, and no one questioned her leer as she was often seen with that look.
Back in Battler's room, the duo completely oblivious as of what's to come, they both indulged in some morning kisses. Battler couldn't quite believe he had spent the night up with Ronove, even if the session with Beato had run pretty late. Time always seemed to slip by too fast when he was with the butler, and he found himself not wanting to get up from his cocoon like state with Ronove. During their all-night make-out session, Battler didn't even feel the fatigue, but after their embarrassing encounter with the others, he felt the waves of sleep trying to pull him under.
The only source of light in the room came from the crack in the doorway, seeing as Asmodeus couldn't even be bothered to close the door all the way; and the ray of light was able to assault Battler's eyes. He groaned, squeezing his eyelids shut and snuggling closer to Ronove. He had been unnaturally quiet during the whole time and Battler though it weird that the demon hadn't made any not-so-secret innuendoes or comments yet…
Ah, it didn't matter! Battler rather preferred the change of pace, and caught the others' lips with his own before he could ruin it. Ronove languidly kissed back, tangling his fingers in Battler's spiky locks. The butler turned on his side to better accommodate the kiss, other arm resting on Battler's nude chest and legs intertwined with the teen's. If Battler was a cat, he would be purring right about now. Luckily, he wasn't, and he only let out a sigh of contempt in between the slow kisses. Battler felt like he was swimming through a warm sea of pure bliss, and he was soon lulled by the sweet and addicting taste that was simply Ronove.
He had almost drifted off when the demon butler smiled into their kiss and sat up, disturbing Battler's mellow mood. "Oh my, it seems that you are falling asleep," Ronove's shoulders shook with small giggles as he placed a manicured hand over his mouth.
How does he manage to look so composed? Battler lazily thought as he tried to glare at the man above him, but found he had no energy left and settled for a grunt.
"I must go prepare breakfast and make that pie. You can rest a bit more since it will take a while to bake and I'll come get you once I'm finished. How does that sound?" Ronove gave a soft smile as he looked down at the lazy teen. Battler didn't like any idea where he had to be separated from him, so he tried to argue by pulling him down for another kiss. He felt Ronove's silky hair tickle his face and reached out to pull the strands back, letting his nails lightly dig in and scratch. He pulled back a little and breathed out,
"Don't wanna.. Stay.." And with that, Battler pulled him under again. Suddenly, their lethargic kiss became more demanding, and Ronove moved to straddle his thighs, slipping his arms behind Battler and pulling him up to meet with Ronove's chest. Battler didn't remember when tongue was introduced, but he suspected the nails trailing down his spine and in his hair as a distraction. He felt something in his gut stir, and eagerly competed with the demons' touches with his own; running one hand up and down on Ronove's chest and the other caressing his outer thigh.
It ended as promptly as it began, and the brunette quickly detangled himself in favor of finding and slipping the rest of his uniform on. Battler still sat on the bed, panting, cheeks sporting a dusty red glow. When he looked back at the brunette, he saw him in his immaculate suit, hair in check and gloves donned on. The only sign that showed of their earlier activities was a slight pink tinge to his cheeks and his usual pale lips now an irritated red. Battler on the other hand, was a shuddering mess.
"It's not fair how you can look so normal after that!" Battler shakily got out of the bed, leaving a complete mess of the sheets behind. He stalked over to the butler, not caring about his tangled hair or the cool air nipping at his skin. He stopped in front of him, shoving his index finger in Ronove's face. "Be more affected by me!" He angrily demanded. Ronove quickly snatched the teen's hand and placed it over his own crotch, letting him feel the results. Battler gasped. He was half-hard.
"You do affect me, Battler. More than you know," Ronove had leaned forward and purred in his ear before moving away and looking over his shoulder at the shaken teen behind him. His blush spread all the way to his ears and down his neck, making him look a bit like a lit candle. He clutched his hand as he seemed lost for words. After a few moments of trying to maintain himself, he was finally able to yell,
"Y-you! How do you expect me to move on like this?! Not everyone can hide it so well like you!"
"My apologies, I had simply assumed that we had done worse last night, and that you wouldn't be so badly shaken." He smiled innocently at the 'candle'. It was not amused. He glared and turned his back to him, walking straight into the door of the bathroom with a loud smack.
"Ow! Stupid door.." Battler rubbed his nose and glared at the door as well. He refused to look back at Ronove where he was most likely laughing, so he pressed on. Right before he was able to get into the safety of the bathroom, he heard the demon call out,
"Are you sure you won't be needing assistance in the shower?"
Battler only slammed the door shut in response, muttering and cursing under his breath as he instantly turned shower knob on; hoping Ronove could take a hint.
After spending a suspiciously long time in the shower, Battler finally emerged from his room and headed down to the kitchen, hair still damp and falling in his face. He was feeling slightly better now, and had somewhat of a smile plastered on his face. There was a pleasant smell in the air, and his stomach loudly complained as to why there was no food yet. This made Ronove turn from the stove and towards the culprit. He laughed lowly, making Battler blush and duck his head as he took a seat at the small round table there. Battler continued to stare down at the white table. He was glaring at it, but not for the reason you may think.
He thought there was just too much white. All the rooms, hallways, furniture, almost everything was white. Even the single tulip placed on the table was white. His own damn suit was mostly white, and if he had known that he would be trapped in this place, he would've worn the most colorful pieces of clothing he owned, not caring if he looked like a color-blind idiot. Then again, if he knew this would happen to him, he wouldn't have even come to the island…
Though that meant he never would have met Ronove.. and he wasn't sure if he wanted that..
"Hey Baaaatleeerrr, what's with that pathetic look?~" An annoying ringing noise pierced his thoughts and he looked up to see Beelzebub floating over him. He gave an irritated growl, and was about to yell in her face for getting too close, when Ronove backed her up with,
"Yes, what seems to be the problem, Battler?" He asked in a much more polite manner. Battler like this more civil tone, and decided to answer to him, and not the floating stake looming over him.
"There's too much damn white!" He exclaimed, pointedly staring at the tulip before him. Ronove noticed his stare and smiled.
"Is that so?" He turned his back to return to his cooking, but knew his work was being done as he heard a small intake of breath come from behind him. Battler had witnessed the tulip changing color from white to red, almost as if the tulip had bled and was now completely stained a fiery color.
Damn demon, trying to show off. Well at least he did something about it. I would've preferred blue, though.. After thoroughly glaring at Ronove's back, he asked, "Why red?"
The butler seemed to pause for a bit in his cooking, but then continued again as he calmly replied, "I chose red because it is the color of your hair," He then brought a plate over to Battler and set it in front of him, smiling as he observed more of that particular color begin to blossom.
Meanwhile, Asmodeus watched the scene play before her and decided this was a perfectly good part to butt in. "Hey, c'mon! Feed us too, Beelze is getting cranky over here!" She tugged on Ronove's sleeve and led him back to the stove.
"Shut up before I steal your food, too!" Battler heard Beelzebub yell in a slightly muffled manner and looked down at his plate to discover part of his breakfast missing. He saw that the scrambled eggs and French toast were mostly left untouched, but where there should have been a slice of pie was only a few crumbs and some remains of whipped cream.
"Hey!" Battler yelled and grabbed at the lapels of her coat, trying to bring her down to the floor. Beelzebub kicked at him to try to get him to loosen his grip, but Battler stubbornly held on.
"Let go, faggot!" Beelzebub screeched. This completely enraged Battler, and he spit in her face. Hey, if she was being childish, then he would be, too! The stake of gluttony gasped, feeling revolted and started pummeling his face. She only got a few good hits in as she was roughly pulled away by a smiling Ronove.
"Now now children, let's not fight at the table. We are trying to eat here, ok?" Ronoves' words themselves were formed into a question, but his tone was one of a command. Beelzebub looked into his smiling face and managed to find it cold and unforgiving. She shivered.
"Y-yes, Ronove!" She escaped from her grasp and instantly flew off, but not before grabbing a plate or three. Battler now cradled his jaw, releasing a long line of curses under his breath.
"And you! Fix your language young man, or no breakfast for you!" She wagged a finger at him, clucking her tongue.
"What are you, my mom?" He muttered as he took a bite of his toast. Battler expected some sort of outburst, but he only received a giggle. He arched an eyebrow and brought his gaze over to the sister, who now seemed to be clinging to Ronove's arm.
"I almost feel like we're a married couple, trying to get our kids to settle down for breakfast~!" She giggled again, and Battler rolled his eyes, expecting Ronove to politely, but firmly push her off, but nothing seemed to be going the way he thought it would be. To his dismay, Ronove laughed with her, and he served a plate for Asmodeus first, then himself. They sat across from the surprised teen, and a bit too close to each other for Battler's comfort. Battler opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted as the rest of the stake girls filed in. Ronove left his seat (thank god) to serve them, and conversation easily flowed between him and the girls.
Battler observed from behind his teacup, noting that all the sisters were cheerful, even Belgephor and Satan. Maybe, Battler figured, all the sisters are like that with him? He tuned out most of the conversation, stabbing his eggs with his fork, but he involuntarily heard snippets like,
"..and of course I told Master that we'd be there for her, and she smiled!"
And..
"Virgilia let me in the library last night and I had a good time reading with her.."
And..
"…well, the point is that Gaap said she'd let me try some of her new clothes on, but we need an audience.. Do you wanna come, Ronove?"
That one caught his attention, and Battler stopped his torture of the food to look up at a certain pig-tailed stake batting her eyelashes at Ronove. He watched as Ronove glanced his way before smiling back at Asmodeus.
"Of course, I'd love to," Ronove replied warmly and patted her head. She grinned at him, letting out a noise of approval.
What?! Battler almost objected, but he bit his lip and refrained from doing so. It would be silly to butt in; it was none of his business of what the furniture did together… Still.. He didn't have to necessarily like it. So instead of voicing his opinion, he opted for glaring at his food, already pulverized by his fork. He suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore, since he was thinking of the kinds of outfits Gaap would provide.. He shuddered and pushed his tray away.
It seemed like the rest of the stakes were finished with breakfast too, and they all filed out again. Battler tried to sneak out with them, but him being a head taller and being the only male, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Ronove grabbed his arm and pulled him aside before he could even set foot outside, and Battler tried not to push him out of annoyance. Unfortunately, he still flinched, which didn't go unnoticed.
The butler observed him with worry-laced eyes, but was quick to smile and hand him a piece of pie he had hidden underneath a pot lid. "Do not think I didn't see you sulking over missing my famous key-lime pie! I saved a piece, just for you," Ronove split a piece with his fork and held it up to Battler's mouth.
Battler was certainly not amused. He didn't think it was fair that Ronove could act like that so freely with everyone else. Sure, he was a pure gentleman, but Ronove had made Battler feel.. treasured, and special! And if Ronove seemed to be able to act like that with other people… Was he just being played?
Battler knew he should've never trusted him. Never, ever, trust a demon… Well at least he learned his lesson..
He turned his head away from the slice, declaring in a low voice,
"I don't want your damn pie."
Battler could feel the butler's questioning gaze on him, but he refused to even look at him. Instead, he inspected the red tulip at the table beside them. At first he felt ecstatic that Ronove made such a sweet gesture, but now he found it completely cliché and distasteful. He narrowed his eyes at it, trying to will it to spontaneously combust, but no such luck.
Battler then felt a pressure at his cheek, forcing him to turn. He saw Ronove's shockingly blue eyes cloud over with worry, and heard his voice lose its usual flirty and joking tone. "Battler? Something is bothering you. Please, tell me?" Battler couldn't stand his intense and scrutinizing stare, nor his soft words, so he simply tried to pull away, but Ronove wasn't letting go of him anytime soon.
Curse demonic strength. The teen finally gave up and allowed himself to be led back to the kitchen table. The tulip was now closer, and Battler gazed at it hatefully, trying to refrain from simply reaching out and shredding it to bits.
"Is there something you have against tulips? I'll get rid of it, if you like," Ronove sat across from him, one hand carefully tucked underneath the other. Battler only snorted in reply and slouched down in his seat; arms crossed at his chest. Battler suspected Ronove thought he was being childish, but when he snuck a peek at the man, he still seemed to be genuinely concerned.
Damn, he's a good actor. Battler snidely remarked. Ronove was still staring at him pleadingly, and Battler not quite knowing what to do, decided to cave and take a bite of his so-called famous pie.
It was amazing! Wow! He never expected it to be this good! He shoved another forkful into his mouth, momentarily forgetting about how he was supposed to be rebelling against the chef, and refusing his food.
"That good, hm?"
Battler looked up to see Ronove's smirking face and finally remembered himself. He put the utensil down and mumbled, "Yeah, it's not so bad or whatever.." Still chewing the mouthful down and trying not to smile in satisfaction. He reached down to cut into it some more, but he regrettably discovered he had finished the whole thing! Battler guessed the disappointment showed on his face, because Ronove chuckled and offered,
"If I give you another slice, will you confide in me and tell me what irks you?"
Battler snorted. "Don't say 'irk', that is so nerdy not even you can make it sound cool," Battler then seemed to consider his options. His mind was already made up, he really, really wanted more of that amazing dessert, but he didn't want to seem too eager..
"Are you insinuating that whatever I say sounds.. 'cool'?" Ronove formed quotation marks in the air with his fingers and his smile became wider, showing a bit of his sparkling white teeth. Battler felt his cheeks warm up in embarrassment.
"N-no! I'm not! It's just.. you.. Get me some more goddamn pie!" Battler pointed at the butler and demanded. Ronove only laughed in response.
"Yes yes, of course, Battler-sama," Golden butterflies carried a tray over to the table and disappeared once it landed safely on the top. Battler only rolled his eyes but eagerly reached for a slice.
"So, Battler.. you still have your part of the deal to complete," The demon calmly stated. Battler tried to respond, but couldn't speak around the mouthful he was loudly chewing. Ronove shook his head and sighed sadly. He grabbed a napkin and gingerly placed it over the red-head's mouth. "Battler, please do not eat with your mouth full. It is very unbecoming and does not suit a handsome young man like you," He clucked his tongue.
Battler tried to glare at him, but the effect was ruined by the dusty red tint sprinkled over his cheeks and nose. He swallowed the dessert and tried again once the napkin was taken away, or rather teleported away by more butterflies. Really, did he have to use magic for everything?
"Yeah well.. I just don't like the way Asmo is flirting with you, ok? I mean, it'd be somewhat better if you ignored her, but do you have to be so damn charming?" Battler stared at his pie while saying this, not wanting to see Ronove's smirk. He then felt gloved fingers pull at his own, trying to get him to acknowledge the demon.
"Is that what you think we were doing?" Ronove asked softly, a slight trace of amusement mixed in with surprise and worry.
"Obviously!" Battler spit out. "I mean, maybe you don't notice it because you probably flirt with everyone else, but did you have to do it in front of me? In front of everyone else?!"
"Battler, look at me," Ronove sternly commanded and Battler found himself obeying. "Asmodeus is a fine young lady that I enjoy talking to, and when she- as you put it- 'flirts', she usually is unconsciously doing it, because she is the stake of lust after all. Or, because she has yet to get a reaction out of me, and I simply return the favor. I do not allow myself to be goaded into such things, and she is just doing it for fun," The butler paused for a moment, replaying his speech in his head to see if he left anything out. "Besides, I see her as a daughter of sorts, and I may be into.. certain things, but not incest. Do you understand?"
"Don't even want to know what these 'things' are.." Battler visibly shivered, but continued. "But uh.. yeah, I guess so… I just.. felt like you were.. Um.." Battler mumbled the rest and hung his head, but was brought to look up at Ronove again when he lifted his chin with a fingertip.
"What was that?"
"I said I felt like I was being played! Ok?!" Battler spouted and yanked his head free, crossing his arms again and leaning back into his chair. He wasn't looking at Ronove anymore, so he didn't see when the butler stood and walked over to the other side, but he definitely felt it when Ronove landed a kiss on his cheek. Again, Battler felt like this was strangely too intimate, but.. he didn't shy away from it. He simply let out a long sigh and turned his head towards Ronove.
"S-sorry.. I just-" Ronove placed a finger over Battler's mouth, efficiently interrupting him.
"It's ok. I understand how you must've felt. I know you may not have much reason to trust me, but believe me when I say that I will never lead you on like that, nor will I ever flirt with others like that. This-" Ronove placed a quick peck on the lips on Battler. "Is real. Never doubt that. Ok?" Battler told himself that he was not almost moved to tears, because Ronove was being especially cheesy, and that should only make him snort, but.. Battler only nodded minutely and tugged him down for another kiss.
It stayed short and sweet, and once they pulled apart for air, Ronove smiled softly at him, Battler grinned widely back. The butler then reached down on the table for a forkful of pie to feed to Battler, and this time he happily obliged, chewing happily as Ronove toyed with his now dry locks.
"Hey, what did you put in this pie? It doesn't have like any magic in it that makes people agree with whatever you say, right?" Battler asked suspiciously, eyebrows raised. Ronove only laughed and kissed his forehead, expertly shrugging it off. Battler wasn't easily discouraged however, and not-so-smoothly shoved a slice into Ronove's open mouth while he was laughing, just to test his theory. He only seemed a bit surprised at first, but cheerfully chewed and smiled at the red-head.
Battler guessed there was really nothing in it this time, but he wanted a second helping, so he pulled the butler down for a much raunchier kiss. He found that the pie tasted even better like this.
Hiding behind the doorframe, a certain pig-tailed stake watched, at first pleased, and then a bit annoyed. She liked this scene, but she knew it was up to her to spice things up; make sure nothing became dull! She was the stake of lust, and she felt entitled to a job like this! …Well, Zepar and Furfur might not exactly agree on that, but.. no matter! She would help this couple whether they liked it or not!
She happily skipped away, the first part of her plan already forming inside her mind.
AN: Sorry it took so long guys! There was a scary lightning strike that landed close by and killed our interwebs, but I had time to do this without any distraction.. And you get and extra-long chapter! Hurray! Oh, and sorry if there was slight OOC-ness.. I tried to keep them in character, but my mind was just in a fluffy mood. Sorry? Well, criticism is greatly appreciated, thanks!