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Langris Vaude disliked many things in his life Finral occasionally and his commoner boyfriend and their squad full of people that belonged in a Zoo like the beasts they were especially Zora Ideale. That man was obviously intending to break Finral’s heart down the road he hardly seemed like he was charming or had any respect for anyone but himself Finral’s manwhoreish behavior was tamed at least.
“He’s really romantic at first I was a bit nervous around him I mean look at him! Zora’s actually very sweet!”
Langris wrinked his nose as he stared at his brother who now was speaking to him.
He wished Finral would just stop talking to him he considered insulting him but stopped himself only because he cared in his own way for his brother.
Today Willam lied to him and forced him to have a day off to spend time with Finral.
He wanted to die. Finral sat across from him in a chair Zora Ideale wasn’t here thankfully he was running errands but Finral mentioned he’d said “Hey” or something to that affect.
”I’m glad you finally have a day off! You’re always working all day.”
Langris only scowled at his older brother.
Finral frowned, he scratched at the tops of his hands as he tried to think of something else to say Langris was difficult to speak sometimes especially if he was in a bad mood and today he was upset.
”Finral if you don’t have anything of value to say I suggest going back to that demon spawn you for some reason are dating just like for some unknown reason decided to put green in your hair.”
”Stop calling him that. He’s a wonderful person if you would just be nice to him-.
”No. I’m not interested in getting along with him I don’t care about your newfound confidence or your boyfriend that has yet to break up with someone as worthless as you considering your previous failures at dating you’ve decided to date someone who’s equally as worthless as yourself.”
Much to his surprise Finral exhaled through his nose and walked away probably to cry like he always did whenever he stated a fact and he called himself a magic knight?
Then he was greeted with a strange man his complexion was pasty white almost like a ghost and he had dark paint around his eyes the man took a seat.
The man muttered something.
”Great Another headache.” He muttered.
Langris hated everyone though a bit pang of guilt swelled inside his heart.
Finral was such a headache.
Langris wished he brought a book or could simply portal away like his cowardly brother who was currently crying at least that’s what he hoped because he didn’t care about him at all so why did his heart swell with guilt and hurt?
”Hello.”