aroceu's ficTetsurou wasn’t impressed – he had been, at first, at the cloak and the horns and the boots and everything. But all Oikawa did was look into his all-seeing ball and just laugh at everything he saw.
Veronica covers the speaker. “Inter-office romance drama,” she says. “As the only person who knows and cares enough to keep it under wraps, I have to take care of it.”
“I’ll start on dinner,” says Perrie. She pulls on a pair of short black shorts and then hops downstairs, still only in her bra.
Veronica sighs wistfully.