You always knew Rook as a flamboyant and flirty type. Everybody would swoon for him, but you would rather stray away from the commotion. Sometimes, curiosity would start flaming up again, but you refused to satisfy it.

That was until your guardian got severely injured. Of course, you started fretting for their own wellbeing. You couldn't stand to lose them. Luckily, it wasn't life-threatening, but you didn't have the supplies to treat it. With ointments and other products being a bit expensive, you begrudgingly went to look for Rook for his magical services.

Upon entering his shop, it was surprisingly cozy. It's a great contrast to the outside, where the chilling temperature was starting to sting your nose. Noticing how quiet it was, you furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance. Did you come at a bad time?

While contemplating whether you should leave or not, you got the scare of your life.

"Do not furrow your eyebrows, mi cheri! It ruins your beauty." Rook suddenly appears behind you. He has a sly smile on his face as his flirtatious behavior is in full swing once more. When did he get there?!