[Granblue] MMOblues
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duckiesandlemonsRating: G
Fandom: Granblue Fantasy
Characters: Gran, Djeeta, Sandalphon
Summary: The hottest MMO game around, Granblue, attracts interesting people. And interesting people have interesting lives--especially if they're in the same guild.
Warning(s): Shenanigans
“The only reason you even beat me that time was because you brought other members of your guild.”
“Yeah, that’s cause the Primarch class is way too overpowered so you were technically cheating.”
“Tch, I got the Primarch class fair, you know. Lucifer wouldn’t--”
Djeeta grins, waggling her spoon at Sandalphon, “Oh? Lucifer-sama again? Hmmm, what is it, Lucifer wouldn’t approve?”
The look her friend gives her could kill, “Do you have to?”
“Every time,” and Djeeta swipes her spoon through the whip cream of her brother’s sundae, popping it into her mouth. Gran doesn’t even throw up a fuss, too absorbed in his laptop screen. “Shouldn’t you ask him out by now?” she asks. “I mean, your crush isn’t exactly a secret.”
Sandalphon scoffs, “He probably doesn’t even like me back--he’s not been on a lot lately and besides--”
“--you don’t know that! You just gotta ask him it’s not that--”
“Oh, neat!” Gran’s voice catches their attention. Djeeta peers at his screen, noticing the Port Breeze hub town and Gran’s on screen avatar currently going through his mail.
“What happened?” she asks. “Did you roll in the new event?”
“Yeah! I got the new swordmaster skin for Vyrn as well as the limited edition nekomancer skin for--Djeeta...Djeeta put down the spoon.”
Sandalphon just calmly sips his coffee, ignoring the clattering of chairs as Gran leapt out of his seat to flee his murderous sister.
>>new image in #pet-selfies
Sennya: ooohhh purrincess looks so cute dante!
Dante: Thank you, Sen. You should stop by after school lets out tomorrow. The cats miss you.
Sennya: ok!!
>>new image in #galley
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Djeeta: Ayer, Jamil, stop getting into meme wars just because Gran isn’t paying attention to u
shadowprotector: sorry, djeeta
guiltybreak: :/
>>new image in #pet-selfies
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Luna@death: PLEASE IGNORE THAT I PUT THIS IN THE WRONG CHAT
Sennya: lunyalu, why was percival wearing a collar? (^・x・^)
Dante: That was not a cat.
Luna@death: end me
“One medium dark roast blend for Altair!” Sandalphon slams the cup down onto the counter, quickly moving to start making the next order. Some fancy chai latte with specific details down to a certain whatever that Sandalphon doesn’t think too much about. He’s only worried about getting the orders out, waiting for the lunch rush to end, and then sinking behind the counter to rest until Ferry kicked him back up into standing.
As it is, he’s not getting that.
After a chai latte is a thankfully simple Arnold Palmer, and after that it’s a mint chocolate mint cappuccino, followed by...a plain black coffee.
For a man named Lucio.
The name spills awkwardly out of his mouth, brow furrowing as he tries to remember why the name sounds so familiar. Not like he gets to linger on it too much as strong, elegant fingers wrap around the cup and he finds himself meeting eyes with perhaps the most handsome man to have stepped foot into the store. Even the rest of the customers are silent, staring as this blond adonis beams at Sandalphon.
“Hello,” the man greets, “you must be Sandalphon, from our shared guild on Granblue, right?”
Sandalphon opens his mouth, but there are barely any words.
“Ah, I apologize,” and the man’s smile somehow becomes brighter, “I’m Lucifer--we often go questing together.”
Ferry yelps as Sandalphon collapses to his knees in shock.
Djeeta: okay so this has been a long time coming but...I’m removing Gran as co-owner of guild
Djeeta: it’s just me now
Djeeta: i have no brother
Gran: don’t kick me just bc i rolled a rare card of your best boy
Djeeta: you drew EXR Shin and you don’t even know the importance of it you absolute heathen
Lyri-Lyri-Lyria~: U-uhm it’s just one time, right? I’m sure you’ll get him next time Djeeta!
Djeeta: see, this is why Lyria’s going to replace you, bro
“Why are you taking Poli Sci 102?” Gran asks, watching as his sister sits in the seat next to him.
“I dunno, why are you taking Poli Sci 102 mister kinesiology major?” Djeeta asks in turn. Both go quiet, waiting for the other to answer. When it became obvious that neither were going to say anything, both turned to look at each other.
“The new TA--”
“So I heard Professor Aletheia’s new TA--”
Both go quiet, grim faces quickly turning into smiles which quickly devolved into giggling. “Twins, huh?” Gran leans back in his seat, reaching for his binder.
“Twins,” Djeeta chirps. When Professor Aletheia shuffles on in, lesson materials in his arms, the rest of the class goes quiet. The man gives a cough, placing his folder on the podium and opening it.
“Hmmm, before we go over the syllabus, I’d like to introduce you to your TA for this class--he’s a good student of mine as well, and knows what I teach,” Professor Aletheia clears his throat again. “Percival, please stand.”
A young man with slicked back hair and fine features stands. The suit he has on is impeccable, and both siblings find themselves staring. Gran wipes some drool from the corner of his mouth.
“Djeeta,” Gran whispers, “we may have our first major fight in years.”
“Bring it--I’ll win,” she whispers back.
They don’t hear a single word Percival says.
