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Midnight.
FUCK. Why is it so bright? Ughhhhh!
8.00am
You woke up from your very short sleep. Even if you can call it sleep.
The bright sun shines through your hotel curtains. You really need to get up.
So you sat up from your hotel bed, bored out of your mind. Maybe you should try the continental breakfast.. you heard they had some nice dishes to try.
But you were on the 15th floor. There is no way in hell you wanted to the elevator at this busy hour..
A ping noise came from your phone. You check it, 37%. great.
There's a message. From Rook Hunt. How the hell is his number saved?
"Bonjour, Trickster! Are you ready to see the sea? The beautiful Vil and Roi des Neige are going to be there! I'll pick you in 2 hours, meet you at the fountain! Have fun~"
What. WHAT- WHAT DO YOU MEAN IN 2 HOURS!?
You took a quick 30 minute shower, put on your best clothes, nearly falling face first into the carpeted room floors and grabbed your bags.
By the time you got to the cafeteria it's was 9.00am. Good sevens, you're slow, and to make matters worse there was a huge crowd of people. They took up the whole place.. Guess it's time to starve..
BUT THEN ANOTHER WAVE OF PEOPLE RUSHED IN. As that happens, you get trampled and you fall face first. (😇) There goes a whole 20 minutes of doing your hair. Some very short fans noticed you and helped you stand up. There were 7 of them...
"Are you here to see the wonderful Neige LeBlanche?" Asked the blond haired boy.
"Who– no... Aren't you all... too young to be alone? Where is your guardians–"
You remembered that Rook had mentioned that name.. shoot.
Suddenly, the red haired boy kicked at your leg
"WE ARE NOT CHILDREN. WE ARE JUST DWARVES. WE ARE FRIENDS OF NEIGE LEBLANCHE"
Oh shit. You felt so bad asking them that.
"SORRY! IM SO SORRY!"
You were about to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness but then.. a strong aroma of sweetness and softness washed over you.
A boy with dark hair, dark eyes and pale skin came to greet you.
"Oh hello! Sorry if my friends caused you any trouble..
Dear sevens, he looks like a 5 year old boy!
You were about to say something until a very tall blonde feminine man with a mask covering his face walks up to the both of you.
"Neige. You need to start wearing something to cover your face.
Wait.. he looks like–
"Vii-kun! I'm sorryy. I was in a rush... and forgot.
The blond haired looked annoyed. Better not disturb him.. oh! It seems like he noticed your staring (:3 I'm losing it rn)
"And who are you? Are you one of Neige's fans? Ugh, typical. Who sent you here?"
Who in the world are these people..?
"No.. who.. are you two..? Nevermind.. Rook Hunt– I meant I wanted breakfast before..."
Your voice trails, quiet. There was a wave of people coming right at you all.
"ITS TIME TO RUN!!"
The boy with blonde hair and music note accessories yelled. The whole had booked it. You were about to be trampled again.. but a hand grabs you just in time. It was the tall blonde boy. Goodness, he was good looking, even with his whole face covered.
After 30 minutes of running, they all stopped at a fountain. Oh, this was the fountain that the French man talked about. WAIT!
10.am.
Haha.. hah..
It just dawned on you that these were the people you had to work with and their first impression of you is that you're gasping for air. You were so light headed, shamelessly you had to lean on the tall man for support but he didn't seem to mind.
A familiar French song drawed closer. It was Rook! All 3 of you managed to sit in the car. Neige in the passenger seat and you... with the pretty boy in the back..
Your eyes slowly felt heavy..
It strikes midnight.. back home.