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wrap up your questions
Title: wrap up your questions
Fandom: Mogebox
Character(s): Vendetto, Emalf, Yonaka
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 545
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Vendetto, caught visiting Emalf, learns something about his father's dating life.
Notes: I finally wrote a fic with Vendetto and Ivlis/Yonaka. I want a Vendetto.
The sound of footsteps outside Emalf’s door makes Vendetto instantly drop his game controller. They’re too light to be Ivlis’s steps, but that doesn’t rule out anyone working for his father who would immediately go to inform him that his wayward son was back in the Flame World.
So he makes a ‘zip lips’ gesture at Emalf, before hiding in his closet.
“Just a sec!” Emalf calls, waiting until Vendetto’s settled and still before opening the door. “Hey, Yonaka. What’s up?”
Emalf’s bad at lying. This will probably go poorly.
“I don’t even get a ‘Miss Yonaka’?” answers a girl’s voice. “‘Lady Yonaka’ is a little much from the people I don’t know, but I’m kind of getting used to it.”
Vendetto’s brow furrows. He doesn’t remember any Yonakas from when he was last here, and even Rieta doesn’t always get titles from her soldiers. Pretty much the only person in the Flame World who’s respected by everyone is Ivlis…
“Doesn’t sound right to me,” says Emalf. “You, uh, need somethin’?” There’s the hint of nerves starting up.
“Ivlis wants to see you in the throne room by five,” Yonaka says. “He sounded kind of ticked off.”
Vendetto can practically hear Emalf start to sweat as he asks, “Can you, y’know, put in a good word for me?”
“You know I’m not going to. If he’s mad at you he probably has a reason.” She sighs. “Why does everybody think I’m the nice girlfriend they can ask for-?”
She’s interrupted by Vendetto’s involuntary, “What?!” from the closet. A moment of silence follows.
“You can come out now, you’re not fooling anybody anymore,” Yonaka says, finally.
Vendetto slowly opens the closet door. He’d been picturing Yonaka as a flame demon, but she’s clearly not, and much more unassuming than one even with a knife strapped to her belt.
Emalf begins to speak, but Yonaka interrupts him. “Okay, I see what’s going on. I won’t tell Ivlis or anybody about your secret boyfriend.”
“He’s not-!” Emalf starts.
Vendetto interrupts him again, shooting him a look that says ‘shut up with your clinging to heterosexuality this is a good cover’. "You’re dating Ivlis?”
“You haven’t heard yet? I’ve been dating him for most of a year now.” Yonaka tilts her head. “I guess you’re from out of town.”
“Yeah.” Pause. “You’re human?” When she nods, Vendetto asks, “How old are you?”
“Almost nineteen,” she says.
Vendetto tries to figure out how many times older than that he is and decides immediately that it is way too many. “Isn’t that a little young for him?”
“What are you, his mother?” Yonaka asks, folding her arms.
“Uh-” says Emalf. Vendetto shoots him another glare.
“I’m an adult! I can’t get married legally at home for two more years, but I’m not at home and we’re not getting married right now so it doesn’t matter.” She grumbles under her breath, then turns around. “That’s all I came to say. Show up by five, I won’t tell anybody about your secret boyfriend, take care.”
After she leaves and her footsteps can no longer be heard, Vendetto looks at Emalf, incredulous. “He’s dating an eighteen year old human.”
“You want me to tell Mr. Ivlis he can’t?” Emalf replies.
“...Good point.”
Fandom: Mogebox
Character(s): Vendetto, Emalf, Yonaka
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 545
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Vendetto, caught visiting Emalf, learns something about his father's dating life.
Notes: I finally wrote a fic with Vendetto and Ivlis/Yonaka. I want a Vendetto.
The sound of footsteps outside Emalf’s door makes Vendetto instantly drop his game controller. They’re too light to be Ivlis’s steps, but that doesn’t rule out anyone working for his father who would immediately go to inform him that his wayward son was back in the Flame World.
So he makes a ‘zip lips’ gesture at Emalf, before hiding in his closet.
“Just a sec!” Emalf calls, waiting until Vendetto’s settled and still before opening the door. “Hey, Yonaka. What’s up?”
Emalf’s bad at lying. This will probably go poorly.
“I don’t even get a ‘Miss Yonaka’?” answers a girl’s voice. “‘Lady Yonaka’ is a little much from the people I don’t know, but I’m kind of getting used to it.”
Vendetto’s brow furrows. He doesn’t remember any Yonakas from when he was last here, and even Rieta doesn’t always get titles from her soldiers. Pretty much the only person in the Flame World who’s respected by everyone is Ivlis…
“Doesn’t sound right to me,” says Emalf. “You, uh, need somethin’?” There’s the hint of nerves starting up.
“Ivlis wants to see you in the throne room by five,” Yonaka says. “He sounded kind of ticked off.”
Vendetto can practically hear Emalf start to sweat as he asks, “Can you, y’know, put in a good word for me?”
“You know I’m not going to. If he’s mad at you he probably has a reason.” She sighs. “Why does everybody think I’m the nice girlfriend they can ask for-?”
She’s interrupted by Vendetto’s involuntary, “What?!” from the closet. A moment of silence follows.
“You can come out now, you’re not fooling anybody anymore,” Yonaka says, finally.
Vendetto slowly opens the closet door. He’d been picturing Yonaka as a flame demon, but she’s clearly not, and much more unassuming than one even with a knife strapped to her belt.
Emalf begins to speak, but Yonaka interrupts him. “Okay, I see what’s going on. I won’t tell Ivlis or anybody about your secret boyfriend.”
“He’s not-!” Emalf starts.
Vendetto interrupts him again, shooting him a look that says ‘shut up with your clinging to heterosexuality this is a good cover’. "You’re dating Ivlis?”
“You haven’t heard yet? I’ve been dating him for most of a year now.” Yonaka tilts her head. “I guess you’re from out of town.”
“Yeah.” Pause. “You’re human?” When she nods, Vendetto asks, “How old are you?”
“Almost nineteen,” she says.
Vendetto tries to figure out how many times older than that he is and decides immediately that it is way too many. “Isn’t that a little young for him?”
“What are you, his mother?” Yonaka asks, folding her arms.
“Uh-” says Emalf. Vendetto shoots him another glare.
“I’m an adult! I can’t get married legally at home for two more years, but I’m not at home and we’re not getting married right now so it doesn’t matter.” She grumbles under her breath, then turns around. “That’s all I came to say. Show up by five, I won’t tell anybody about your secret boyfriend, take care.”
After she leaves and her footsteps can no longer be heard, Vendetto looks at Emalf, incredulous. “He’s dating an eighteen year old human.”
“You want me to tell Mr. Ivlis he can’t?” Emalf replies.
“...Good point.”