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‘This was the last time he would see the sun.’
The fluorescent blades of green grass enveloped Freminet’s black boots with golden rim detailing as he tilted his head upwards slightly to get the twins, Lyney and Lynette, in his view. He exhales a small breath, the short blond hair which partially covered his left side of his face flitted in the gentle breeze. Pulling his knees together, he traced the porcelain plate of saturated smoked boar meat.
The comfortable background chatter of Lyney, Lynette and ‘Father’, Arlecchino, was all Freminet needed right now. Though, nothing can be constant except from true, diligent work.
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He slumps against the headboard of his bed, hands clawing at the pillow, which was currently clinging to his body. Freminet stayed silent for a while. Atleast a while before he received a knock at the door. He opens his eyes and stares at the grey door, with the pillow obstructing anything below the freckled tip of his nose, he stands and briskly puts on his penguin-esque slippers before pulling open the door.
As light pours into the dim room Freminet peeks out of the doorframe, looking to his right, then his left and spotting.. nobody. Wait, nobody?
“Hello?”
Freminet says hesitantly as his eyes trail downwards towards the worn floor before spotting an off-white envelope, sealed with a swirled mixture of red and black wax with the Fatui insignia ingrained into it. His eyebrows raise ever so slightly as he ducks downwards, letting go of the soft pillow and trading its place with the envelope.
He blinks a few times before slotting his elbow against the wooden frame which he was situated in. Freminet holds the envelope with his knees as he uses his fingernail to slice the top open and pry the contents out.
He hums as he unfurls the folded letter before standing once more and re-entering his room, closing the door with his foot and taking a seat in a copper chair. Freminet jumps slightly at the feeling of the cold metal against the undersides of his thighs which weren’t covered by his navy black shorts before simply giving it no more thought and dealing with it.
His hands lay the letter out flatly against his desk before looking it over, easing out any creases.
“Ah.”
Freminet murmered. It wasn't anything special, just his tasks for the next month. Nothing new, so why would he expect anything more? Whilst to most people, the amount of work that had been ordered of him would seem excessive, it was actually less than what was expected of him while the House of The Hearth, the orphanage and Fatui organisation of which he resided in, was Crucabena. She was ruthless towards the children prior to Arlecchino becoming her successor after killing her and taking her place as The Knave of the house.
Freminet mulled over the tasks before folding the piece of paper up again and walking over to his wardrobe, flicking through different garments before settling on his normal attire; a snug black undershirt, black gloves which encompassed the length of his arm tightly, a black overcoat with gold and light grey detailing and an off white and grey criss-cross pattern by the ends of his sleeves and around his neck. He gingerly adorns a navy black and aventurine beret with gold rims and four golden rings per hand.
He yawns into his hand before pocketing the list of chores he was prescribed.
Freminet pulls open his door and steps out of his room, locking it behind him.