ᴛʜᴇ ᴩʀᴏᴩᴏѕᴀʟ!ᴀᴜ // Kingofstolenhearts & Yukionnamonet

kingofstolenhearts:

Okay so maybe he froze for a second, eyes wide because WHY PERONA. she’d gone from saviour of the day to the second bane of his existence in under two seconds “Uhhh—” he started, unsure of how to really word the answer because the actual answer was slightly pathetic and honestly he was a grown man he did not want to give this harpy another reason to think of him as a child. 

He mentally grasped at responses, quickly thinking up excuses, he just had to say one of them, anything that wouldn’t lead to the inevitable truth that he did in fact get the same coffee as her just in case her coffee spilled which was pathetic. Any one of those excuses would work, Perona’s a lesbian who spotted Monet going into Starbucks that day a few weeks before with him when she decided to change her normal order and make SURE he knew what it was because some new diet thing. 

Because he needed to be told seven times what the order was, yes, definitely couldnt remember it the first time, totally needed to be told like a child in front of a whole shop full of customers and forced to recite it slowly back to her. 

Yes. perfect excuse, use it mouth, use it. Perona’s a power loving lesbian, Perona’s a power loving lesbian Perona’s a—

“—Because that was originally my cup” dangit. 

       Monet couldn’t help but to laugh under her breath at that. She had two options, to ignore it or to pick on Law– and in the end curiosity got the best of her.

— ❝ You order the same coffee as me? Just in case you ruin mine perhaps?❞ 

           She smirked, amused. That was both, pathetic and cute, and probably Monet would have told him what she thought about it, but she had work to do: she had to fire Clown, a meeting and a long to do list before lunch time, so she begun. First stop: Caesar Clown’s office.

It was decorated with strange antiques and first edition books placed in a strange light pink shelve Monet couldn’t bring herself to like. Her gaze scanned the room briefly to end up on Clown’s face and his sycophant smile. A smile that couldn’t quite hide his air of superiority. <<Ah, our fearless leader and her liege>> Monet smiled, but that smile didn’t reach her eyes. 

— ❝ This isn’t working out, Clown.❞ 

         And so it started. Monet fired him and all he had to say were buts, and she was so tired of his excuses. She had given him more than enough chances, but he dropped the ball each time. It was over, but even then she didn’t tell him to pick up all his things. Monet gave him two months to find another job and the option to say he resigned– but no. He had to make everything much more difficult than that; a scene in front of the whole office as the melodramatic chump he was, yelling at her, calling her bitch and saying she couldn’t fire him.  She sighed, turning with a disappointed look on her face as he screamed that she was firing him because she felt threatened. Monet had given him a civilized way out of that, but if Clown didn’t want it she was okay with it.
 
She explained with a deadly calm that in no way he was a threat to her, that she was firing him for he was lazy, entitled and incompetent. Monet told him that if he knew what was good for him he would shut up, because if he said one more word she would tell Law to call security and have Clown thrown out on his ass.

Apparently that made it, and he shut up finally. But.. if she thought the problems were over that day after that, she was awfully wrong. 

In her meeting she was informed by a guy called Smoker that she was being deported to England, and apparently it didn’t matter that she was applying to the citizenship. She almost got pale when she heard that she would not be allowed to enter in the US in two or three years as her case went through the system. Oh no. No no no no no.

And then, when she thought it all was lost Law entered in the office, and she got a sudden and wicked inspiration. Oh, desperate times call for desperate measures.

— ❝ You know what?❞ 

         She said, turning towards Smoker whilst her fingers entwined with Law’s and she squeezed his hand almost desperately as to say <<please please please support me in this>> — ❝ I’m not going anywhere because we are getting married.❞