from-hibatsuna-with-love:

It always happens.

“This is my beloved friend, G.”

G has gotten tired trying to correct it.

“This is my beloved Japanese friend, Asari.”

Asari has never been a person who objects such thing.

“This is my beloved friend, Lampo.”

Lampo just sighed.

“This is my beloved friend, Knuckle.”

Knuckle has never one who thought about such thing.

“This is my beloved friend, Daemon.”

Daemon always twitched and then wasted his breaths to correct him afterwards, note wasted.

“This is my be-.”

“Alaude.”

“Yes, my beloved friend, Alaude.”

Alaude’s hands were itching to reach for his cuff.

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The guardians then concluded their boss really had a weird way to introduce them. Most times people mistook it (just like those fangirls out there, oops fourth wall), and let’s just say Daemon and Alaude really didn’t appreciate the misunderstanding.

Daemon was the only one who determined to remind the blonde, since G has long given up.

“But, you guys are really my treasured-beloved friends, what’s wrong with stating it?” was the answer Giotto has never failed to give.

“You don’t introduce your male friends with beloved, every.single.time, Giotto.” Daemon reminded, rubbing his aching temple.

“Why?”

Daemon was the only one who facepalmed.

That’s why, years later, when they all exist only as spiritual existence, lurking in endless time and space; when their boss brought them to meet a sleeping baby in an orange cradle, with a bright smile, the blonde said, “Look! This is my beloved great great great grandchild, Tsunayoshi! Don’t we look alike?”

They all wished the so-called-grandchild, Tsunayoshi, who unmistakably resembles their boss so much, would spare his future-friends embarrassment by not introducing his friends the way the baby’s great great great grandfather did.