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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka visits Rai's mansion as usual.
Rating: G
Notes: Set pre-series.
Inspired by irnpaired's art.
Genre: Friendship
Word count: 356
Status: Complete
Frankenstein glanced out the windows as he hurried towards the front door - it had been raining for the majority of the afternoon. He had managed to convince Master to close the window, but seeing who had to be at the door…
Frankenstein opened the front door and wasn’t surprised to see Muzaka there, his hair (and everything else) slicked back from the rain, his boots caked with mud.
"Hey," Muzaka said, nodding to him as he walked in and Frankenstein couldn’t stop staring at the trail of water and mud he left behind. Frankenstein was glad Muzaka hadn’t attempted to shake himself dry yet, but it could just be a matter of time.
"Muzaka," Frankenstein said, trying to keep the strain out of his voice, and Muzaka looked at him over his shoulder, "I know you’re Master’s friend but-"
"Eh?" Muzaka halted, his eyes wide. "What did ya say?"
Frankenstein ran over when he’d said, but didn’t see anything wrong. "I know you’re Master’s friend-"
Muzaka span on his heel and rushed over, standing so close he and Frankenstein almost touched, studying his face. "Where did you hear that?"
"From Master, of course." Who else would have told him?
This close, it was easy to see the absolute glee that encompassed Muzaka’s face, his grin spreading wide.
Muzaka whirled around and strode towards Master’s room before Frankenstein could react.
Frankenstein still had to close the door and clean up after the mess Muzaka left, but he was unsettled. Had he said something he wasn’t supposed to? Muzaka hadn’t seemed angry; nevertheless, Frankenstein followed, to make sure.
"Yo, Raizel!" Muzaka boomed, and Frankenstein winced when he heard the door slam open.
By the time Frankenstein reached Master’s room, Muzaka had already crossed the room and-
Frankenstein halted at the doorway, staring.
Muzaka had an arm around Master’s shoulders, his forehead pressed to Master’s. "So you do call me your friend!"
Master blinked, and then a small smile curved his lips, and Master lifted a hand to pat Muzaka’s.
Ah. "Master," Frankenstein murmured, bowing. He closed the door and left them to begin cleaning up the hallway.
Summary: Muzaka visits Rai's mansion as usual.
Rating: G
Notes: Set pre-series.
Inspired by irnpaired's art.
Genre: Friendship
Word count: 356
Status: Complete
Frankenstein glanced out the windows as he hurried towards the front door - it had been raining for the majority of the afternoon. He had managed to convince Master to close the window, but seeing who had to be at the door…
Frankenstein opened the front door and wasn’t surprised to see Muzaka there, his hair (and everything else) slicked back from the rain, his boots caked with mud.
"Hey," Muzaka said, nodding to him as he walked in and Frankenstein couldn’t stop staring at the trail of water and mud he left behind. Frankenstein was glad Muzaka hadn’t attempted to shake himself dry yet, but it could just be a matter of time.
"Muzaka," Frankenstein said, trying to keep the strain out of his voice, and Muzaka looked at him over his shoulder, "I know you’re Master’s friend but-"
"Eh?" Muzaka halted, his eyes wide. "What did ya say?"
Frankenstein ran over when he’d said, but didn’t see anything wrong. "I know you’re Master’s friend-"
Muzaka span on his heel and rushed over, standing so close he and Frankenstein almost touched, studying his face. "Where did you hear that?"
"From Master, of course." Who else would have told him?
This close, it was easy to see the absolute glee that encompassed Muzaka’s face, his grin spreading wide.
Muzaka whirled around and strode towards Master’s room before Frankenstein could react.
Frankenstein still had to close the door and clean up after the mess Muzaka left, but he was unsettled. Had he said something he wasn’t supposed to? Muzaka hadn’t seemed angry; nevertheless, Frankenstein followed, to make sure.
"Yo, Raizel!" Muzaka boomed, and Frankenstein winced when he heard the door slam open.
By the time Frankenstein reached Master’s room, Muzaka had already crossed the room and-
Frankenstein halted at the doorway, staring.
Muzaka had an arm around Master’s shoulders, his forehead pressed to Master’s. "So you do call me your friend!"
Master blinked, and then a small smile curved his lips, and Master lifted a hand to pat Muzaka’s.
Ah. "Master," Frankenstein murmured, bowing. He closed the door and left them to begin cleaning up the hallway.