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~Matthew~
Matthew had heard a lot regarding this Hob that the boss was talking so fondly about. He thinks that this Hob is going to be one of his boss’ future ravens.
Well, if so, Matthew still doesn’t give a fuck. He is currently standing on top of one of the chairs in the library while ranting as Lucienne listens to him.
“But did he even go to hell with the boss?” Matthew asks sarcastically. If he were a human, he would’ve already rolled his eyes. “I don’t think so boss-lady.” he again replies before flying away, not even bothering to stay for Lucienne’s explanation.
So to clear his mind, for now, he decides to find that very kind immortal guy that isn’t going to die anytime soon because he is a good guy unlike that asshole that will die and soon become his boss’ second raven.
~Hob~
Hob was sitting in his usual spot at the pub, currently grading papers. In a span of his few meetings with his friend, he had already heard so much about this Matthew.
According to his friend, Matthew is his friend that he has known only for six months. Hob was surprised, then followed by shock. It only took Matthew months while for him it took centuries for him to see his friend more than once every century.
The worst thing was that Hob even suspects that they are living together because his friend would always say things like: “I’m needed at home, my friend, I don’t want to make Matthew wait for too long. Goodbye.”, “Matthew and I went there.” or “Thank you, I don’t eat muffins but I think Matthew would like it.”
So Hob decided to talk about this to his very weird friend, a talking raven.
Matthew was settled at Hob's table eating muffins. Hob decided not to eat muffins because for some reason he hates them.
“I think my boss is planning to replace me,” Matthew says, earning a concerned look from Hob, and as he was about to reply with some words of comfort to comfort the raven, the raven opened its mouth to reply.
“You should really ditch your stranger,” Matthew says between his meals, “Although my boss is like that, I guarantee you that he is way better–” he almost chokes but luckily he managed to swallow the muffins before it started to choke him.
“Anyway,” Matthew resumes, “My boss is way better. He’s single, loyal, a good listener, and can even grant you immortality too.”
“Listen pal–” Hob tried to interject but was shut down when the other replied again.
“He can even make you his king consort!!!”
Hob rubs his eyes and stares at the raven below him. If this raven was a human, he would already be sobbing. “No, no, no,” he replies as Matthew stares back at him, cocking up one of his imaginary eyebrows. “Your boss sucks, my stranger would never replace you with any other raven.”
Matthew’s eyes sparkled, “Really?” the raven asked and Hob nodded in response. As Matthew was about to say something along the lines of changing boss, the doors to Hob’s house opened.
“Matthew?”
The raven caws, “Boss!” Matthew replies flying over to the shoulder of Hob’s friend.
“M-Matthew?” Hob asks and the raven nods, “Yes?”
“Hello there Hob Gadling, I see you’ve met Matthew.”
“Hob?” The raven caws, as Hob looked to the other side replying, “Yep, that’s me.”