When They Wonder Why You Chose Them - 8
I felt so sad while writing this, because Cinis really is the only one in his guild :"D I took the opportunity to write something longer for him (ゝз╹) He deserves it! Even if he might not admit it AHAHA. Anyways, here's the 8th installment <3 Enjoy, mwah~
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Featuring: Cinis of the Gaming Guild | Maiden Yugi
Type: Headcanons
Prompt: Each character musing over why did you pick them to be your first partner in this journey
Warning: Pre-Game Launch Character Assumptions
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In Cinis’s head, there are two bodies of opinions currently engaged at war with one another, screaming pros and cons at each other in a way that makes him wonder if this is what being in the middle of two arguing guildmates is like.
On one hand, he’s basking in the praise of being recognized by sight alone that only he is truly worthy and qualified to stand by your side and succeed in whatever is thrown his way.
On the other, he knows that there’s really nothing worth reaping from joining your cause. If anything, he’ll just waste precious time and attention away from his duties to the guild—to gaming, clearly.
And besides, compared to him, it’s plain to see who’ll be doing all the heavy lifting.
Still, he knows better than to judge a game by its initial cover. He accepts with the condition of partaking in a trial subscription first to see if you deserve to stand with him or if you’re just one of many NPCs that are better off out of his way.
He keeps his tasks for you simple—gathering his sustenance from only his most trusted of catering services, cleansing the evil that stubbornly sticks to his armor, and sweeping the trash littering his floor as a consequence of attaining victory for the day.
He protests every time you point out that you’re only doing his chores, insisting that they’re for the greater good! With those menial tasks out of the way, he’s able to invest more of his focus on the things that matter the most—keeping his top rank amidst all this heated competition!
Still…he does appreciate what you’re doing, and he does feel some semblance of guilt for treating you like this. So, when he’s finally able to push himself away from his set-up, rather than getting some hours of rest, he turns to you and asks what can he do to return the favor. He is, if anything else, a benevolent king who knows how to pay back what he owes with twice-fold the amount for a tip.
Although you’re unamused with his rather horrible sense of scheduling and time management, you seize the moment and show him all of the requests that have piled up for the past few days. He stares at the intimidatingly long list, unsure of what to do. He’s sure he can finish it, but if it's within such a short time interval…then it would be close to impossible.
He doesn't hesitate in telling you so; however, in spite of the large hurdle standing right in front of you, you surprisingly don't seem the least bit discouraged. Seeing his confusion, you explain to him that with the both of you working together, you're sure that it'll be possible to finish all of this sooner than later.
Your words strike a chord in him. Together echoes in his mind like a lost soul trapped within an endless cavern, and he realizes how long it's been since he's actually depended on anyone.
Nonetheless, he knows a good plan, and yours is the only one you guys have. Reluctantly, he ascents to it, and the two of you set off to do your tasks.
By the time you finish, the two of you are sprawled against a park bench, out of breath and definitely feeling as if you'd run a marathon. You raise your hand, tapping at your wrist for some asinine reason, and when he glances at it to check just what has you so enamored by your own body part, he notices the watch that sits there and realizes what time it is.
His gaze strays back to your face where a triumphant grin is stretching your lips wide, an I-told-you-so look on your face. He permits such arrogance, because you were right. The two of you had managed to finish on time with a couple of minutes left to spare.
It's a quiet and peaceful time of the day, the sky's hues turning darker with blended splotches of purple and blue as dusk makes its approach. He doesn't know whether or not it's the scenery that coerces him into asking you the question that's been on his mind since the very moment he'd agreed to your offer.
Why go with him?
You blink back at him a couple of times, slowly processing his words, before your expression twists into one of amusement and fondness.
You look away to stare at the setting sun, a small smile dancing on your lips. You tell him your reasons for doing so, and with each syllable that leaves your lips, he becomes more and more away of how short the distance is between your pinky finger and his.
He doesn't reach out to you, at least not for a long time. For now, the two of you are coworkers, but if he gives you the chance, if he actually accepts your offer after this trial run, then he'll have all the time in the world to get to know you and evolve this relationship into something more.
He thinks that...maybe having somebody like you by his side wouldn't be such a bad thing.
“I think it’s worth it, even if later on…Eh?! You were here all this time?! Y-You—! State your presence when you enter my personal quarters! …Sheesh, it’s a good thing I’m fond of you, or else you’d have regretted it!”
