Queen of Disaster

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While her words said otherwise, she didn’t really think that he was up to anything. Sure, the previous scare had put her in a bit of a sour mood, but.. It wasn’t really enough to make her distrust him completely. Probably.

“Well, I kind of expected that type of answer,” he shrugged. “But we need a private place. I don’t want to be seen massaging you by other people.” He gave a second thought. “Ah. How about your room?” At least that is a better place for her than a boy’s room.

She lightly grabbed his arm, tugging a bit to make him follow her. Her own room did sound much better... But she was still kind of worried about it, mainly because her room was horribly messy! Really, nobody wanted to show off a messy room to someone else.

“ …Wherever. I don’ really care. “

While her words said otherwise, she didn't really think that he was up to anything. Sure, the previous scare had put her in a bit of a sour mood, but.. It wasn't really enough to make her distrust him completely. Probably.

“ …Fine. But I swear t’a god, if ya do tha’ again– “ She paused for a quick moment, flashing a smile before speaking up once again. “ I’ll punch yer teeth out! So… Please, dear, be nice t’a me. “

“First of all, let’s find a place to sit. Where do you prefer, milady?”

“ ...Wherever. I don’ really care. “

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad.” He definitely wanted to scare the lassie again, given the reaction was really entertaining for him. “I won’t scare you, you can believe me,”  he smirked.

“ ...Fine. But I swear t’a god, if ya do tha’ again-- “ She paused for a quick moment, flashing a smile before speaking up once again. “ I’ll punch yer teeth out! So... Please, dear, be nice t’a me. “

“ I wanted… A massage. Not a fuckin’ heart attack… “

“So I did it wrong then? My bad,” he smirked, adjusting his beanie. “Well, both bring almost the same result, so whatever.” He then looked at her. “Then, do you want a proper massage? I can do it if you want.”

“ Y’know, I don’ think I can trust ya anymore--! I don’ want ya t’a scare ‘m like tha’ again. “

“ Wh- What th’ hell was tha’ for?! Y-Ya jerk… “

“What are you talking about? You were the one who wanted the massage, am I wrong?”

“ I wanted... A massage. Not a fuckin’ heart attack... “

“Here, a massage.”

“ Wh- What th’ hell was tha’ for?! Y-Ya jerk... “

The frightened meteorlogist was currently nested under three blankets, all the while shaking out of fear. This was the most terrifying storm of the year so far and though he had known about it for a week and had time to prepare for it, it was still so terrifying. Of course, he hadn’t told his friend about his fear yet so she probably assumed he was overeacting to it. What a dilemma for him.

“Cassiopeia, can I tell you something about me? It would help e-explain my current actions a bit if I told you…”

The advisor was honestly really relieved that he had stopped shaking- And it almost served as some kind of vague confirmation that she had done okay. Thank god. Before he spoke again, she gently gave the pile of blankets a happy pat where she assumed his head was. Hopefully. "Yeah! A'course. Ya can tell me anythin', sweetheart! 'm a really good listener, honestly- So go ahead. Whenever yer ready!"

The frightened meteorlogist was currently nested under three blankets, all the while shaking out of fear. This was the most terrifying storm of the year so far and though he had known about it for a week and had time to prepare for it, it was still so terrifying. Of course, he hadn’t told his friend about his fear yet so she probably assumed he was overeacting to it. What a dilemma for him.

"...Meri? Yer listenin', right? Please don' be scared. I won't let anythin' happen t'a ya, 'kay? I promise!"

"I hope she’s alright in all forms…I missed her while she was gone…"

He was sleeping on his bed in his pitch-black dorm, until  his phone rang, waking him up. “… Who the hell calls me at 2 am? ” He groaned. His eyes were slightly closed, as the phone screen was too bright. He looked at the name ‘Cass’ written on the screen. “Huh..?” He answered the phone. “Dude, do you know what time is it now..?” he yawned.

"Ahh sorry, you probably couldn’t see much ‘cus… haha ya know," he chuckled, after remembering her height. After a few minutes of journey, they finally passed through the school gate. He found his way to the parking area, before slowing down and stopped. "We’re here."

"Huh?" He parked his motorcycle, turned off the engine, and put the keys in his pocket. "Ah yea I forgot. You fell from the stairs ‘cus you were high as hell," he muttered. "No prob, I don’t mind," he carried the advisor from the seat. As he put her down, he crouched onto the floor. "Here, a ‘ride’," he mumbled, as he turned his head behind. "Come on! Or you want me to carry you in the arms?"