Perhaps a little interaction with Mey-Rin in the first day of her service, before she dons the dork-spectacles (dork-tacles) so she's not shaken her dark side so to speak?~
AAAAAAAA she’s such a cutie!! <3
You’re not quite sure what to think of your new coworker. To be fair, though, you’re pretty sure she doesn’t know what to think of you either.
For the most part, the young master hired you because you were a proper servant – you knew how to be quiet, out of the way, and practically invisible when he had guests around. Your demeanor has always been shy and withdrawn. Compared to somebody like Mey Rin, who seems so serious, well… she could roll right over you without another thought. And yet, it seems as if she’s taking care not only to be delicate around you, but avoid you completely. Perhaps she realizes you’re easily ten times more sensitive than she is.
Still, the answer shouldn’t be to just steer clear of each other, should it? You’re coworkers! The two of you have to learn more about each other sooner or later. It might be easier for both of you if it comes sooner.
It seems like fate has brought you together at the moment, since Sebastian has instructed you to show Mey Rin how to properly clean the rooms. Although it’s to be expected that she doesn’t quite know how to do it, given that this is her first day acting as a maid, Sebastian has the entire household to look after. It’s not as if he can spend the entire afternoon teaching her the correct order to do things. Your duties are mostly done for the day, however, so the rest of her training today has been left to you.
The work is tiring, but the atmosphere lapses into a comfortable silence as you work. At last, as you’re cleaning the carpet, you hear Mey Rin speak up from where she’s finishing making the bed. “(Y/N), where does the master keep the ‘ousehold’s guns?”
“Wha–” To be honest, the question surprises you enough that you dart your head up. The hand that was holding the brush you were cleaning with goes lax as your eyes blink rapidly at her. “Guns? Er… I’m not sure. You’d have to ask either him or Mister Sebastian. Um… why do you ask?” It piques your curiosity, actually. You don’t know anything about Mey Rin’s life before this, and she doesn’t know anything about yours. Why would she ask about guns…?
“I wanna be prepared. Part of my job is ta protect the manor, isn’t it?” Her hands move rapidly, clumsily, as if she’s not used to handling things that are so fragile as the sheets she’s smoothing. There’s also something extremely intense in her eyes; it makes it look as if she’s thinking awfully hard about something. “That’s ‘ow I protect the things that’re important ta me. … ‘Ow I will now that I ‘ave somethin’ that’s important ta me. With guns. It just seemed logical for me ta know where they are in case I ‘ave ta use ‘em.”
That… is logical, you suppose. Has she really worked with guns before? Is that why she was hired? Your own strengths in protecting the manor come from stealth and diversion. It’s a bit shocking to know that your new coworker apparently prefers a more direct approach to that aspect of her duties. “Well, that… that makes sense. But, you really would have to ask Mister Sebastian or the young master. I’ve never touched a gun in my life. Sorry…”
A soft sigh leaves her lips, but it seems less like she’s upset with you and more that she’s just frustrated with the situation. “Y’ don’t ‘afta apologize ta me. I’m the one who’s better at loadin’ a gun than makin’ a bed, evidently.”
You chuckle and get to your feet, sitting down on the bed. “What do you mean? You’re doing a fine job so far! For someone who’s used to working with guns and has never made a bed before in her life, this is fantastic work.”
“… Y’ mean it? Y’re not jus’ ‘avin’ a go at me?”
“Please! Why would I want to have a go at you?” You reach and give her a gentle, reassuring pat on the hand. “You’re doing wonderfully. It just takes practice, you know? I mean, I’m sure if you tried to have me shoot a gun, I wouldn’t be perfect! Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Her shoulders tense up, then slowly sag back down. Those big brown eyes of hers stare into yours for a minute, giving you that same intimidating gaze she’s had ever since you met her. At last, the corners of her mouth turn up, and her fingers curl around yours. “Hey… thanks. I know I’ve been kinda scarin’ y’ ever since I showed up, ‘n’ I’m sorry ‘bout that. I’m jus’… not used ta this, y’ know? I’m used ta gettin’ things right on the firs’ try, ‘n’… bein’ scolded whenever I don’t do what I’m s’posed ta jus’ so.”
“Ah, you won’t get that round here, Miss Mey.” You return the smile twofold. “Trust me. Whatever your old life was like, this one is going to be so much better.”
That smile falters… and just as soon, it’s back brighter than ever. “Okay, (Y/N). I trust y’.”
Platonic love is not a runner up to romantic love. Platonic love isn’t second place. Platonic love isn’t less real, less valid or less powerful than romantic love. Don’t let your platonic love take a back seat to romantic love.
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