After the introductions, i believe it's a good time to relax right? After all, meeting with some of the strongest in the entire Royal Navy can be a little nerve racking right? Anyway, let's see what's happening now...
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9:21 PM
Eagle Union Border Colony: Orion: HQ Meeting Lounge
3rd POV
Belfast: "Another cup of tea?" She says as she leans in front of Y/N who seems to have spaced out, blushing when he looks at her cleavage but soon looks away, only nodding. But Bel noticed, a smirk on her face as she makes the tea "Quite a naughty Knight you are" Y/N blushes as he hides his face. Robin isn't here to mediate as she's with York, looking around the colony "I jest, please, feel free to look wherever you wish. A Maid's duty is to please their Master, whoever they might be" Her words make Y/n blush a whole shit ton, but wanting to move the conversation into a different direction, he avoids eye contacts and speaks up
Y/N: "M-Miss Belfast... Where are the rest?" She looks over to Y/N with a raised eyebrow before smiling and going back to her work
Belfast: "If you are reffering to the others from Royal Navy. They are getting ready for the inerview in two days"
Y/N: "Two days?" She looks at him, a questioning look on his face as she responds, also bringing him his tea, sitting on the other couch in front of him, still showing incredible grace
Belfast: "The two first days are simply to rest and relax for the interview. The press can be quite demanding so it's best to cool your head" He slowly nods as he sips the tea, internally freaking out about having the interview tomorrow. But he might as well enjoy the conversation right now
Y/N: "J-Just a question. Do all maids point guns at men?" Belfast looks extremely confused at the question but soon has an expression of realization as she lets out a small chuckle
Belfast: "I am guessing that you have already met Sheffield?" He nods as she shakes her head, bowing slightly "I apologize, she has a... way with her words"
Y/N: "It's okay, she probably just didn't like me....... Like Miss Enterprise" He looks off to the side, a dead look in his eyes as a dark aura surrounds him, confusing the Head Maid, who decides to give into her curiosity
Belfast: "The Grey Ghost? Why would she have qualms with an amazing warrior such as yourself?" She says as she slightly tilts her head, a hint of interest in her voice "If you do not mind me asking
Y/N: "I don't think she'd appreciate me talking about it behind her back, sorry" He slightly bows his head, surprising her as she smirks a bit
Belfast: "You are very respectful, i have noticed that. A person like you deserves respect as well" He looks up at her, a confused look on his face before he slightly shakes his head, looking back to the ground
Y/N: "No, i'm far from deserving of respect. Is breaking apart hundreds, thousands of families worthy of respect? Even if i want to move away from that life... It's still a stain that's ruined me. Now, no matter what good i do, i'll never be worth more than a pebble on the road, i'm just a worn tool to be used, if i were to die on the battlefield, i wouldn't mind, i only want to protect the ones i care about. Especially Prez" He slightly smiles before standing up and bowing "Thank you for the tea, it was delicious" And with that, he leaves the room
Leaving Belfast befuddled on the couch after his speech, he didn't seem like the one to talk much, but he just spoke a lot right in front of her. But even more so, his mentality... He truly doesn't care about himself. He sees his own body as nothing more than a weapon for people to use
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The Crowned Mercenary [Project Wingman Reader x Azur Lane]
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