>>6295065You exhale, “I believe that information is also classified.” You state with serene indignation. Asher's jaw drops in shock while Marie starts to howl with laughter. As one might expect, Alyssa is there as well.
“Princess, that ain’t how it works. I can actually go and find that information.”
“You can try.” And just like that, the man's calm and slightly indifferent attitude is replaced by shock, annoyance, with a dash of humor.
“No, really, that’s not how it-” He says before you cut him off with the raised palm of your hand.
And you keep it raised.
And you keep it raised.
And you keep it raised.
It’s only after a solid minute of this that he collapses from the edge of his seat to the back of it, his slack jaw letting out a despair-filled groan toward your ceiling. “Oh my god, I forgot how easy you are to ragebait,” Marie comments as she wipes a tear from her eyes before sending a wink and teasing grin your way. At least someone is here to be your adoring audience.
Asher runs a hand over his face, “Are you actually not going to tell me?” He says in defeat.
“Oh no, my exploits deserve to be spoken of. Preferably in verse by a bard, but without one present, I suppose Alyssa will have to do.”
From his slouched position, you can see the man glare at you and mouth out ‘I hate you’ to which you only smile in return. With a sophisticated giggle as well, you know when a lady (the type Cathrine is an embodiment of) covers her mouth with the top of her fingers? It is much like that.
The story takes a good while, and your assumption was proven most correct, that Alyssa is a frequent reader of your files and everything tangibly relating to them, seeing from all the extra information she is able to fill Asher in on. By the end of the story, the man is given quite the chunk of time to contemplate and format a response, which, to summarize, goes like this, “Huh.”
“Is that it?” You say expectantly.
“Wha- oh, right.” He says before giving you a thumbs up, “Good job.”
You blink.
He blinks.
You blink.
A pillow impacts against his face.
Marie laughs.
Alyssa picks it up and hands it back to you.
Asher is struck once again.
“Eh?! What do you want me to say?! Jesus!”
“Obviously, you need to praise me more!” You demand.
“Yeah, that’s no way to treat a girl who put her life on the line for you, be nicer!”
“But- That’s not- She didn’t-” Asher’s useless begging can only be described with the word ‘Pathetic’, so of course, you make him grovel before you before continuing with the conversation.
“You should consider yourself lucky it was only my pillow I threw at you and not one of my darlings.”
“Please, don’t make this any weirder, Lorina.” You can hear Asher beg under his breath, but you pay him no mind, for under the cover of your large bed, you pull out a sheathed sword. One that has both a curved hilt and blade, “I believe if-
>[Write-in name]“-Were you to strike you, your apology would be much more sincere.”
