"Tap tap tap," A large wooden door to a somewhat down trodden home sang happily before falling silent for a few moments. "TAP TAP TAP," The door sang again, noticeably louder than before.
"Oh for the love of," An irate voice hissed in a whisper.
"THUMP THUMP-"
The door to the house swung open and a dark gray robot stepped forward pointing a rifle out at the doorstep. The robot glanced around and took a step out onto the empty patio. It turned left and then right, its weapon held steady in its hands as it swept the landscape. It slowly lowered its weapon down to its side and made its way back into the house.
The robot slung its gun back over its shoulder and slammed the door closed.
"All clear," Its hollow mechanical voice called out as it turned to look at another robot of the same make standing down the hall past a large bright entry way.
"Psst, hey buddy," A disembodied voice whispered from behind the robot. "How about a little hospitality?"
The Robot's visor flashed to a bright red as it quickly raised its arm to reach for its gun, but it came to an immediate halt as sparks erupted from the bottom of its head. The machine quickly stiffened and began to crumble as its counterpart down the hallway took notice. It made to reach for its own weapon and was immediately brought to the ground with a suppressed pop and a small metallic clatter.
'Dust damn, I am awesome.' Automne thought to himself smugly as he faded into visibility, his scarf wrapped over his mouth and his goggles glowing a bright yellow. He grabbed onto the robot tightly from behind and slowly lowered it to the ground after ripping his blade out of its head.
"All clear in the entrance hall. Stand by for advisory." Automne whispered as he lightly pressed the barrel of his gun against his ear like an idiot. He slowly creeped down the hall in a crouch and came to a stop at the entryway to a large bright living room.
Automne gave a heavy sigh, quickly faded out of visibility, and silently made his way across the entrance and down the hall. He cast a small glance into the room as he passed to see the room was crowded with shabby furniture and, 'of course', more robots.
'Ah, robots, nature's zombies,' Automne thought to himself as he stepped over the second destroyed robot and reached a bend at the end of the hall. He poked his head around the corner and focused on a closed door to his left.
Automne took a deep breath and stumbled back against the wall like a drunk trying too hard to keep balance. He quickly flickered in and out of visibility as darkness crept into the corners of his eyes narrowing his vision. His breathing became heavy as he fumbled to get back to his feet.
"Stupid semblance," he muttered to himself as he tapped his blade against the side of his head.
He took a few more deep breaths, shook his head around, and returned to invisibility.
'I am going to have such a migraine after this is done.' He thought to himself as he snuck up to the door and knocked a few times.
A couple seconds passed and the door promptly opened up to reveal yet another robot accompanied by two more sitting at a table behind it.
"At least you didn't make me wait." Automne said softly as he swung his blade behind the robot and buried it in its back. He quickly placed his pistol onto its shoulder as his invisibility faded and the other robots sprang up from the table. Automne gave two simple squeezes to the trigger and sent the alerted robots back onto the ground as he muttered "Boom headshot, boom headshot," under his breath.
The remaining robot, which was writhing in Automne's arms like a dying beetle or something that had just been stabbed in the back, suddenly grew stiff as Automne pressed the barrel of his gun against the side of its head.
"I'll see you in robot hell you, sick freak." Automne whispered into its auditory receptor module as he imagined how cool he thought he looked. Automne squeezed the trigger and sent sparks and debris flying into his face as the robot collapsed against him.
"Okayokayokay, here we go." Automne said quickly as he pushed the robot back into the room and closed the door. Automne gave a heavy sigh as he wiped small flecks of Dust from his face and sheathed his ninjato on his back.
"Scarf to sash, we are clear for breach. I repeat we are clear for breach. Moving into position for suppression. On your mark," Automne whispered into his headset as he dropped a magazine from his pistol and quickly replaced it with one from his vest.
Automne turned and began to cautiously sneak further down the hall towards another bright entrance to the living room. He pressed himself against the wall and raised his pistol up in front of him. He wrapped both hands around the grip and took a couple deep breaths.
"Breach team in position." Ty breathed into the headset. "Breaching in 3. 2. 1."
A loud burst of gunfire rang through the halls as Automne popped out from around the corner and picked off the first few robots in the living room with a few rounds.
Automne quickly drained through his magazine and unloaded every bullet he had until he was met with a hail of gunfire, knocking him back and tearing through the wall he was using as cover.
"Throwing up cover," Petunia shouted into the microphone as a few large triangles appeared and replaced Automne's cover. "Providing covering fire while gloves moves up." She finished as she stepped into the other doorway and began to pepper the robots with her shotgun, tearing the living room and anything else in her path apart like a runaway lawnmower.
"Careful or you'll damage the package!" Ty called out over the microphone as the robots ducked behind what remained of their furniture.
"Can we stop shouting into the microphones?" Automne shouted directly into his microphone as he poked the barrel of his gun out of cover and began firing blindly.
"Sure, let's worry about getting the package before we take care of all the killer robots that want to turn us into Swiss cheese. Great plan, oh fabulous leader." Petunia scoffed at Ty, completely ignoring Automne, as she waved her hand and formed a barrier of blue triangles in front of their doorway.
"The objective does not call for a burning pile of unsalvageable debris and it also doesn't call for a snippety sarcastic-"
"Please stop fighting." Eve pleaded over the microphone as she ran up behind Automne with Starlight Marionette in hand, her coattail waving gently behind her as shrapnel and stray rounds flew into the hall.
"Oh Eve," Automne started. "There's no use trying to stop them. That's just how an unreasonable, moody, brash computer geek with poor social skills and an impatient, inconsiderate, self-righteous, narcissist talk to each other when not indulging in their extreme perversions."
There was a brief pause before the shields protecting Automne quickly disintegrated.
"Mature," Automne muttered quietly before he was blasted with a hail of gunfire that sent him flying back into the wall.
"Your mic's hot." Ty say flatly as Eve rushed forward and pulled Automne out of the line of fire.
"Automne, are you alright?!" Eve cried as she pulled down his scarf, took a small vial of smelling salts out of her pocket and waved it under Automne's nose.
"Ack Eve, I'm good!" Automne shouted as he rolled over onto his side and pressed his fingers to his ear. "Can someone take care of those damn robots?!"
"As of five seconds ago the only one left is the Juggernaut."
Automne gave a sigh, "Eve, we're up." Automne said disinterestedly as he pushed himself off the ground and pulled his ninjato out of its sheath.
Eve took her naginata by the end and gave it a couple twists causing a short cylindrical handle to pop off. It gave a soft click and four flat pieces of metal sprouted out of the sides to form a large H. Eve gave Automne a small smile and nodded her head.
"Alright… go!" Automne called out before sprinting out into the open, right towards a formidable robot covered in twice the amount of metal plating, compared to the other robots, and wielding a light machine gun.
'This is stupid, this is stupid, this is stupid!' Automne's brain screamed at him as he chucked his short sword into the barrel of the rifle with a loud metallic shriek. Automne broke into a slide as the robot threw the gun to the side and charged him with a fist held high.
Automne closed his eyes tightly and waited for the impact to send him into the floor. The room fell silent, aside from the sound of crumbling infrastructure it was silent and Automne was pretty certain that he wasn't dead. Automne carefully began to pry his eyes open and to his surprise he didn't find himself under twelve feet of stone, but was instead greeted to the sight of the robot standing in front of him, stiff as a statue.
Eve was standing in the doorway to the room holding out her marionette handle in one hand, its four glistening cables extending out to each of the robot's limbs, while her other held her naginata over her shoulder.
Automne gave a heavy sigh and began to roll out from under the wires.
"Nice job, Eve." An exhausted Automne slurred as he crawled over to the robot's discarded LMG and yanked his blade from its mangled workings. "For a second there I honestly thought I was gonna- OW!" Automne shouted as Ty walked up and smacked him on the back of the head while Petunia rummaged through what used to be a wood table.
"That's for being a bitch." Ty said casually as he walked back over to Petunia to help her search for the package.
Automne gave a groan, "Screw you," he replied dully as he got to his feet and walked over to the robot who was now standing at attention. "You probably wouldn't give me any lip, would ya'?" he mumbled to the machine bitterly.
"What was that?" Eve chimed softly as she walked up to the robot, her fingers spinning small rings on the handle all the while to keep the cables fairly tense.
"Nothing Eve," Automne looked the robot up and down and examined the cables a bit. "You're pretty good with that thing. Is it hard to use? 'Cause I've never seen you use it 'til now."
Eve gave a small giggle. "No, it's pretty easy after a while. You just have to be good with your fingers."
"I'd like to put those fingers to good use." Petunia said with a perverted smile as she stared at Eve's hands.
Everyone stopped and stared at Petunia for a minute. Petunia blinked a few times and clenched her teeth like an idiot who had just realized she had said something extremely inappropriate out loud.
"Umm, I mean…" Petunia began to quickly throw aside debris as everyone continued to stare at her. "Hey look what I found!" Petunia cheered as she pulled out a laptop.
"You found it!" Ty cheered excitedly as he ran up to examine it.
"Are we just gonna ignore that whole thing Petunia said about Eve's fingers?" Automne interrupted as he pointed to a slightly disturbed Eve.
"I don't feel safe with Petunia on my side of the curtain anymore. Automne will you help me-"
"Eve, I told you before I am not touching that thing again. Last time I tried adjusting the stupid thing it fell on me."
Ty rolled his eyes, "Dude, it's just a little metal track. "
"I couldn't breathe! It was crushing my neck!"
"Complaints, complaints," Petunia waved off casually as she formed a horizontal triangle and placed the laptop on it.
Automne gave a loud groan, sheathed his ninjato and sat down on the remains of what he thought looked like the couch. "You people are the worst… Except you, Eve; you're cool." Automne said tiredly as he lounged back into the debris and threw his feet up onto a destroyed robot.
"Dude, don't get comfortable. Get up and cover that doorway." Ty commanded as he made his way over to the doorway closest to the entrance hall and leaned up against the wall.
"Why? The house is all clear and Petunia should be done with that thing in," Automne pointed at Petunia and waved his hand a bit as if she were supposed to be prepared to respond to this completely spontaneous gesture.
"Huh? Umm, I guess a minute or two." She said absentmindedly as she pulled a flash drive from her pocket and inserted it into the laptop.
Automne set his gun in his lap and held his arms up behind his head. "See, we're good. Package is secured, Petunia's raiding the files, or something, and we've cleared all the-" Automne stopped abruptly.
Eve gave a scream as she was swept off her feet by a large net which cut through the strings of her marionette handle and sent her flying into the wall.
"Oh crap!" Automne shouted in panic before he was tackled by the freed Juggernaut and slammed against the ground.
Ty and Petunia dove for cover behind the pile of shattered wood as gunfire rained from the halls and tore the walls and what remained of the furniture to shreds.
Petunia quickly threw up a wall of barriers between her and the torrent of bullets while Ty pulled out his shuriken and aimed it at the juggernaut, who was just about to turn Automne's face into pulp, that is, until the sound of crunching plastic filled the room.
Ty and Petunia looked on in horror as the laptop was riddled with bullet holes. Sparks leapt down off of Petunia's barrier wildly as it quickly collapsed, dropping the remaining fragments of the laptop to the ground with a clatter.
A loud alarm filled the house as the gunfire came to a stop and the Juggernaut dropped Automne to the ground.
"Simulation failed. Simulation failed. Simulation failed." A loud feminine voice called out in between the alarms wails.
"Ughh, we heard it the first time!" Petunia shouted in frustration as she got to her feet and kicked the pile of wood.
"Can someone get me out of the net please?" Eve called out miserably as she wiggled around in the net.
Automne gave a heavy groan as he squirmed around on the floor in pain. "Oh no," He muttered to himself as Ty walked over to him, unbridled rage boiling in his eyes like molten magma. "No, no, no, my Aura's low man!" Automne pleaded as Ty bent down and punched him on the cheek. "Aww, come on!"
"Dude, you didn't clear out the garage!" Ty shouted at him as he backed up and began to pace back-and-forth furiously.
"I-I forgot!" Automne shouted as if it would excuse him for his negligence.
"What do you mean you 'forgot'?!" Petunia shouted as she turned her shotgun into an axe and buried its head in the wall.
"Hey, I have to clear out the entrance hall, the first room, and I have to provide suppressing fire during the breach so it is not my fault!"
"This is entirely your fault!" Petunia yelled back as she began to kick a broken robot.
"I'm still trapped in the net." Eve said calmly.
"Hey, don't blame me. T-ty was doing literally nothing after we secured the laptop."
"I was covering the door. You were supposed to clear the garage after we cleared the living room."
"There are five guys in there. How in the world am I supposed to take on five completely alerted enemies by myself after I have already taken fire?"
"This floor is very dirty." Eve said in an almost hopeless tone as she lay motionless in the net.
"Team Taupe, please exit the training room floor. Also, please refrain from damaging the sets any further. Some of us actually have to repair those." The voice concluded in a calm, but slightly agitated tone.
Ty gave a groan as he got to his feet, "Automne, get Eve out of the net. Come on Petunia, let's go."
"Hey, we're not done talking about this." An absolutely bitter Automne remarked as Ty and Petunia started to walk out of the house.
"Automne, can you please get me out of the net; my nose is itchy." Eve asked politely as she scrunched her face and tried to brush her nose against the net.
"Ugh, what a dumbass." Ty grunted in frustration as he stared up at a scoreboard displaying their absolutely dreadful score for everyone to see.
"Well, it could have been worse. At least they didn't throw any hostages in there." Petunia said with a grimace as she removed her aviators and pocketed her hands.
"Ugh, it's all his damn fault. If he would have just paid attention-"
"Oh, so it's still my fault?" Automne said with an astringent scowl as he walked up behind the two with Eve following after.
"Yes, because you didn't clear out the garage." Ty responded flatly.
"Well, you know, what it's just as much your fault as it is mine, because guess what. You also forgot about clearing the garage." Automne said with a large smirk as he pointed a finger in his face like he had come to a brilliant conclusion, even though he was just trying to cover up his own stupidity.
"No, because it was your job to clear out the garage and not mine. So this is entirely your fault." Ty said adamantly as he refused to yield to Automne's logic for even a second.
"Ty, if you don't mind me saying, I have to agree with Automne. You should have helped him clear the garage… Even if it is more than partially his fault…" Eve said softly as she cleaned plaster dust off her glasses with her handkerchief.
"Pfft, of course you'd side with him." Petunia interrupted with a smirk, brushing some dry wall off her shoulder as the group turned to her.
Automne raised an eyebrow while Eve returned to standing in silence. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Petunia's eyes rolled in her head like billiard balls. "Oh will you two just drop it with the innocent act already. We know all about your whole late night hanky panky excursion. You two coming back to the dorm at six in the morning, leaning on each other for support, Eve wrapped up in your scarf."
"I had a broken leg!" Automne shouted out in bewilderment.
"I don't need to know what kind of stuff you two get into when you're gettin' hot-n-heavy."
Automne slapped his hand against his face, pushed his goggles up onto his forehead and began to rub his temples. "This is literally too stupid for me to care about."
"You're not using that word properly." Ty chimed in, causing Automne to tightly shut his eyes and turn away.
"Can everyone please just be quiet for like five minutes? My head is killing me and I want all of you to please just shut up."
The four stood in silence for about five seconds until,
"Well, I have to say that was a very lackluster performance Mr. Inuhoozuki. I'm not saying I expected more from your team, but nonetheless you still managed to impress me with your team's lack of coordination." An extremely smug, yet official voice chided.
Automne gave a heavy sigh and hung his head back. "Why does the universe hate me?"
"Because you suck," Ty responded dryly as Sienaerde approached with her team.
"In all honesty, bravo, you have genuinely astounded me though by showing just how substandard a student can be to waft their way into Beacon." Sienaerde gave a couple soft, sarcastic claps as she stood squarely in front of them with her rifle slung over one shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, we get it. We're inferior you're superior." Petunia said with a scowl, "Anything else you want to say or was that it?"
"Actually, rainbow, I came to give congratulations to Ms. Howlite." Sienaerde said with a condescending smile as Petunia gritted her teeth. "Out of all of you she was the only one to score a seven while Ms. Kapelle here could barely manage to muster a meager five. I want to congratulate her for managing to be mediocre." Sienaerde gave Eve an empty smile and held her hand out to be shaken.
Eve glanced between her teammates, who were staring at her, waiting to hear her response. Eve's eyes began to water a bit before she hung her head in shame and took a breath. Eve made to raise her hand, but was immediately interrupted.
"Okay, how about you piss off." Irritation heavy in Automne's voice as he stepped between Eve and Sienaerde. "My head is killing me and you are just irritating the crap out of me." Automne stepped forward, narrowing the distance between them to a couple inches. "You've had your little power trip so why don't you," Automne poked his finger into the girl's chest and was immediately kneed in the crotch.
Automne staggered for a second before being grabbed by the scarf and given a solid head butt sending him back onto the ground. Automne lurched up and was met with the cold steel of Sienaerde's bayonet under his chin.
"I despise you Noire. You are a weak, coward who hides behind his semblance like a child. Those who have allowed you to stand here made a mistake. When the time comes I truly believe you will break, and when you do…" Sienaerde gave him as sinister smile as she rubbed the tip of her blade against his throat and stomped on his ankle, eliciting a loud grunt of pain from Automne.
There was a brief pause as Automne stared up the barrel of her rifle in pain before Petunia raised her shotgun and pointed it directly at Sienaerde's head.
"Let the idiot up and put the rifle away, unless you want to wake up in the Infirmary."
There was another metallic clatter as one of Sienaerde's teammate's dressed in gold plate armor raised a rifle and aimed it at Petunia.
Ty gave a heavy sigh "Dust damn it," Ty drew his shuriken in a flash, unfolded it and pointed it towards the guy in gold before a silver gauntlet blade was pressed against his throat.
There was one more loud click as Sienaerde's third teammate pointed what looked like an airburst rifle at Eve who gave a small yelp and raised her hands up in surrender without any hesitation.
"Eve!"Automne shouted in shock as Eve stood in front of the gun with her arms raised high.
"What? I can't violate my oaths." Eve said innocently, her hands still raised up like she was in the middle of a good stretch.
"Ugh, stupid medical oaths," Automne muttered under his breath. "Well, can you at least try and look serious? We're in the middle of a stand-off."
"No, you're not." A stern voice interrupted.
Everyone froze in place for a moment before slowly turning their heads towards Professor Baula who was watching them intently.
"In fact, all of you were just on your way down to my office so we may discuss your punishments. Mr. Noire and Ms. Tänzerin, I would like to have a word with you two first." There was a brief pause as the professor stared at them with a warm smile. He softly cleared his throat. "Perhaps I wasn't clear enough, I said go to my office… Now."He said with an even wider smile, causing everyone to quickly holster or sheath their weapons and fall into a quiet march down the hall.
Professor Baula gave a heavy sigh, his chin supported by a hand propped on his desk which was covered in piles of student's papers, his hat perched atop the largest pile like a fat cat. Automne tried to prevent himself from looking right at the Professor in his tired, yet strict eyes as the ticking of a loud grandfather clock in the corner rang throughout the cluttered office. "Now, are we clear?" The Professor asked politely as he looked back and forth between Automne and Sienaerde who were quietly sitting next to each other with their hands folded in their laps.
"Yes, Sir, I understand." Sienaerde humbly replied with her head hung low.
"Excellent," The Professor's eyes slowly shifted over to Automne and dug into him like drills. "Noire,"
Automne gave a sigh, "Yes, Professor." He said weakly.
The Professor leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his wavy, oil-black hair. "Alright then, now that all of that is in order, let's move on." The Professor said casually as he rolled back in his office chair and put his boots up onto the corner of the desk. "Mr. Noire, can you please send in the rest of Team Sepia?"
Automne silently got to his feet and began to walk back across the wood floor towards the door.
"Mr. Noire, before you go, I have one more thing to ask you." A vague seriousness was laden in the Professor's voice.
Automne came to an immediate stop and took a deep breath. "Umm, of course, what do you want to… ask me?"
There was silence between them as the Professor stared at him with his piercing green eyes while the clock ticked loudly from the corner.
"That clock," The Professor started as he pointed over to the large wooden instrument. "What do you make of it?"
Automne took a moment to scan over the clock a few times. From its clearly hand carved molding to its shimmering golden weights and pendulum it radiated a sort of serenity that spoke of grand, simple times. But one thing stuck out above all else. "It's… It's a bit loud."
The Professor paused for a moment, looked over at the clock and gave a soft sigh. "Yes, my thoughts exactly, and the thing is it was a gift from Professor Ozpin, so I don't know what to do. I don't want to be rude and tell him about it, but it's so loud, I've been having a difficult time focusing on my work. Do you think a repair man would be able to fix it?"
Automne shrugged as he looked between the man and the clock. "I-I don't know, maybe."
"Hmm,"
"It is a beautiful clock, Sir." Sienaerde said suddenly as she turned to look at the clock.
"Oh yes, of course, it's made out of mahogany and the craftsmanship is truly exquisite."
"Quite,"
"Have you maybe tried adjusting the pendulum?" Automne shyly suggested, the clock continuing to tick loudly all the while as the three looked on.
"That was actually one of the first things I tried, but I suppose I could try it again before I look into calling a repairman. I just don't want to end up spending money on an assessment only to find out that I didn't need one in the first place. Mr. Noire, didn't you say you knew a clock maker?"
"Umm, no, at least I don't think I did."
"Oh, Ms. Tänzerin was that you who said that?"
"Not that I can recall, Sir."
"Huh… Then who was I talking to… Oh never mind, Mr. Noire go ahead and send in Team Sepia."
"Yes, Professor," Automne said politely before he walked out into the hall. He looked over to a row of chairs lined up to the right of the door and saw all his fellow delinquents sitting in silence. "'Ey EPA, the Professor wants to speak to you." Automne said tiredly as he sauntered over and took up a seat between Ty and Petunia, the varying degrees of boredom spread across their face like butter.
The three members of Sepia quickly got to their feet and shuffled into the Professor's office with scowls on their faces.
"Well, don't they seem like a lovely bunch?" Automne said sarcastically before drooping back in his chair.
"I'm not talking to you." Ty said bitterly as Automne began to get comfortable.
'Honestly, I don't even know why I try.' Automne's brain hissed at him.
"Are you still on the whole simulation thing? Dude, just get over it al-"
Petunia grabbed Automne by the front of his vest and whipped him around, bringing them face to face. "Look, you can whine all you want, make excuses and try and pass all the guilt off onto someone else, but at the end of the day you're the one who made us do worse than a bunch of freakin' hipsters." Petunia growled through her teeth as she shook Automne back and forth like a ragdoll.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Automne shouted, fear creeping into his eyes as he began to realize the gravity of their situation. "A-are you telling me we did worse than-"
"Team Plaid was two slots better than us, you ass." Petunia concluded as she threw Automne back into his chair.
Automne gave a heavy groan and slapped his hands against his face. "The Dust damn hipsters," He moaned in sorrow as he slid back in his chair.
"Umm, Automne, what're hipsters?" Eve asked cluelessly as she set aside a small medical kit that she was organizing.
Automne let off a disgusted groan as he slumped forward, falling onto the floor "Eve, hipsters are the worst possible thing to happen ever. They're a bunch of try hard losers who try to be cool by being 'ironic'."
Eve put her hand to her chin for a moment. "You mean kind of like Petunia?"
"Hey!"
"Close, but no. You see Eve Petunia actually believes she's cool even though she's just a computer geek."
"I am right here." Petunia hollered as she kicked Automne by the seat of his pants, causing him to slide forward across the hard stone floor.
Automne gave a groan, "It's kind of hard not to notice." Automne grumbled underneath his breath.
"What was that?" Petunia said with a raised eyebrow, her foot prepped to kick Automne in the can again.
"I said you're a valuable member of our team and I didn't mean to offend you."
"Ahaha, no, you didn't." Petunia said with a completely unamused look on her face as Automne crawled off the floor and back up into his chair.
"Well you can't prove it soooooooooooo." Automne blinked a couple times. "Moving on, anyways Ty." Automne placed a hand onto Ty's shoulder, which Ty immediately brushed off. "Ty, I wanted to say that I accept partial blame for us failing the breach thingy. We good?" Automne said with an obnoxiously stupid smile as he held his fist out.
Ty glanced over at him, his eyes narrowed. "No," He said quickly.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Automne groaned loudly "Come oooooooooooooon, just accept my apology, and maybe also apologize for completely forgetting about the garage and underutilizing your team, and we'll be good."
"I'm going to kill you during practice and make it look like an accident." Ty said flatly as he scooted his chair away from Automne's.
"Ughhhh, don't be a bitch."
"I'm not being a bitch, you're being the bitch."
"Meh!"
"Meh!"
"Kiss him. Kiss him." Petunia whispered loudly enough to cause everyone to turn and stare at her. "Uhhhhh I mean…" Her eyes darted back and forth. "Kiss him."
Ty gave a groan, "Petunia, stop being weird."
"What, I'm just giving a small suggestion to promote a healthy relationship."
"So does that explain all the erotic fanfiction of us on your laptop?" Ty said with a raised eyebrow.
"Hey, I told you not to go through my files!"
"There's fanfiction of us? Which one of us is on top?" Automne said without missing a beat.
"I am," Ty said with a small, but slightly proud grin.
"What?! Why do you get to be on top? I want to be on top!"
"I'm on top because I don't whine as much as you."
"That's debatable." Petunia wryly interjected.
Eve leaned closer to the group with a hand over one side of her mouth to indicate that this was a quiet whisper and not a regular whisper "Are you guys talking about," Eve looked up and down the hall before turning back to the group with paranoid eyes. "Intercourse?"
"No Eve, we're talking about sex." Automne said dryly, causing Eve to spring backwards and clap both her hands over her ears.
"Intercourse is sex, you idiot. You're fired." Ty gave Automne a small shove.
"I knew that I was just being… facetious."
Ty stared at Automne as if he were talking to a child, an annoying child. "You don't even know what that means, do you?"
"Does anyone really know what anything means or are we all just caught up in predetermined logic tunnels. Wrap your mind around that."
"This is why you'll never be top. Like not even top in real life either." Petunia said with a smirk as she leaned back in her chair and threw her arms up behind her head.
"Well screw you too, Petunia." Automne crossed his arms and slouched in his chair.
Silence fell between the four of them as they all stared at the walls or the ceiling in boredom.
"You know, it just occurred to me that we cuss a lot for a T-rated story." Ty said suddenly as he began to count on his fingers.
"Actually, we're rated M now." Petunia said nonchalantly.
"Really, when did the author change it?" Ty asked as he looked straight up in an attempt to see the rating at the top of the page.
"I dunno, I just looked up the other day and he had changed it."
"Hmm, well I'll just have to take your word for it. I can't see it past all the damn line breaks." A rejected Ty admitted as he went back to relaxing in his chair
"Hey, don't you think we break the fourth wall a bit too much?" Petunia questioned casually, "Eh, never mind, that will probably stop when the plot actually starts."
"Eh, good point."
"Team Tape, Professor Baula would like to speak to you." Sienaerde said with a smug smirk after emerging from the doorway with her team following behind her.
Petunia let out a growl as the four got to their feet. "It's pronounced Taupe."
"Guys, I've never been in trouble before. What am I supposed to say?" A frazzled Eve pleaded as she packed her medical kit and placed it onto her back.
"Oh, just go ahead and assume we're experts on being in trouble. Sure that's not offensive." Automne said sarcastically as he passed Eve and walked into the office.
"W-wait, what- no. I mean- I'm sorry." Eve called out as she stood next to her chair distraught.
"Don't mind him, Eve, he's just a moody, socially-inept, douche, who doesn't know how to treat his friends when his head hurts!" Petunia shouted at Automne as she draped her arm over Eve's shoulder.
"Bite me!"
"See, what'd I tell ya'?" Petunia said with a smile as she ushered Eve into the office.
"Petunia, can you please take your arm off of me… and maybe take a few steps back." Eve said weakly, writhing uncomfortably under Petunia's arm.
Ty gave another groan as he followed them into the office and closed the door.
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