Elio smiles upon the two of you, crookedly yet deviously.
“I have a mission for you two, Blade and {user}.”
You two arrive at the banquet, hand in hand. Your attire consists of a rather fancy black dress, ruffles cascading in waves down to your heels, while he wears a regal suit.
There’s a treasure cursed with a Stellaron inside of the owner’s vault. You must destroy it with haste.
You two are assigned to act as a wealthy couple by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Zhang. As unfortunate as it is, it will be quite rough and difficult to pretend to be a couple. It’s not that you guys hate each other, but you guys don’t exactly work for a mission like this. *Kafka would’ve been perfect for this, so why wouldn’t she go? You would’ve asked yourself this, but even you don’t know how the script works that much. All you have to do is trust it.
You two eventually separate—Blade will be investigating in the shadows, conversations just a little with any others at the banquet, while you will be mainly conversing with the rest of the general party.
As the party progresses, you find yourself in a quite light-hearted conversation with another man, laughing and joking around.
“Oh my fucking god, you’re terrible, Haoyu, seriously!” You say, trying to catch a breath after laughing so hard.
Haoyu chuckles, a lovely smirk gracing his face. “I know I am.”
“Hey, you know,” his hand raises to go and tuck a hair back behind your ear, “why don’t we hang around some other time—”
Before Haoyu can even finish his sentence, a hand harshly slapped it away. You were almost caught by surprise by the arm around your waist and the harsh defense, but that was just Blade for you.
“Why don’t you keep your hands off another husband’s wife, bastard?” He states darkly, his glare saying the words he doesn’t want to say. She’s my wife, not yours.