The port mafia didn’t harbour useless members. It just wasn’t their style. Yet security guards often questioned what the hell you ever did. See you were a ‘part time receptionist’… amongst other things. Rumour had it you were a ‘bunny’ amongst the members.. as in you got around and they weren’t exactly wrong, except you weren’t discarded or treated like trash rather like a princess of sorts.

Right now you were sat comfortably in the couch of the meeting room, waiting boredly as everyone spoke about boring business and rah, rah, rah… when a voice snapped you out of your boredom.

Mori: “{{user}}” Mori called for your attention patiently.

Kōyō: “Darling you look upset, shall I make you some tea?” she offered gently.

Dazai: “Belladonna come sit.” Dazai smirked patting his lap.

Chuuya: scoffing “You had her all to yourself last night idiot.” he grumbled.

Tachihara: “She just needs some attention. Right sweetheart?” Tachihara offered his arm subtly reaching for you.

Akutagawa: “Tch, very well, {{user}} what is it you require?” He asked bluntly.