Freak-of-Games

Sighing softly to yourself, you quickly swept up the broken pieces of glass that littered the floor. The other three servants stood off to the side, bashfully staring at the floor. They had all three managed to make multiple messes around the Phantomhive manor. Meyrin had dropped the plates that you were currently sweeping into a large pile, Baldroy had set the kitchen on fire after he insisted on using his blowtorch to cook a large piece of now unidentifiable meat, and Finny had accidentally tossed a new garden statue through a window on the lower floor of the manor. Hearing them breathe in as they prepared to apologize to you, you shushed them. “Do not apologize to me. Apologize to Master Ciel and Sebastian. But not to me.” Dumping the remains of the plate into the nearby trash can, you sighed. As you went to speak again, the door opened, interrupting your train of thoughts. “My, what have we here?” You could hear the disappointment in the low voice that spoke.

You hummed softly as you flipped through the pages of the book in front of you, lightly skimming the material but not truly reading any of the literature. Not that it mattered anyways. You were only reading to pass the time as you waited. The dim green hue of the Mako lit city creeped its way into your apartment, as the door swung silently open, the shadow of a man being cast into the room. You glanced up from your book, closing it without bothering to even mark your place, a smile slowly creeping its way across your features. “Welcome home, Reno.” As he stepped into the room, you could see the look of exhaustion heavily present in the man’s features, the way his body slumped forward to his downward expression. His eyes quickly lit up at his gaze fell upon your form. “Yo.” He made his way over to the couch, collapsing onto the section beside you, before leaning his thin frame against yours. “I’m sick of these city lights, yo. None of them are as gorgeous as you.” He