But these people have their own entire lives they are living. Outside of what I recognise as the plot to DxD. I only saw the Riser arc from the perspective of Rias and Issei, not once did I realise that Grayfia had her own perspective as well. Nor one that can manage to put her in this state, where she hasn't even the strength to put up her professionalism.
I sighed. I was making all this noise about avoiding the plot and the supernatural. But fuck it, if im going to be having sex with all of DxD's women, the least i could to is at least try to fix some things on my end. Besides, prostitution can only get me so far into the beds of gods and angels. I need to at least put effort on my end.
I say that, but my experience playing Visual Novels is going to be carrying me this time around. I dunno if Grayfia will fall for such words, but right now I probably have the charisma of a peanut. I have to do something though, looking at her hurts my heart, and also gives me campus PTSD.
Yeah, Fuck you and all of your wack assignments Professor.
"Penny for your thoughts?" I ask.
"It's fine." Grayfia responded.
I place a plate of chocolate muffins right beside her mug of coffee. She seemed surprised by this as well, but also chose not to relent. "You caught me while I haven't managed to do stocktaking and put aside a bag for you. So time is definitely abundant."
I look around the empty cafe in the dead of night. Grayfia follows my sight across all the empty seats and tables. "No one's here. And I'm not one to kiss and tell." I said.
She opens her mouth to relent, but words never come. Instead her lips fall flat as her gaze wanders down into the swirling of her mug. Barely taking a sip from her cup of coffee. It might've been an effect of my aura in close proximity to her but she let the fragile facade of her professionalism drop just slightly. But it was enough for me to get a grasp at how weary she really was.
Finally, Grayfia sighed. "Something must be wrong, for even thinking that this is a good idea." she takes the cup of coffee into her hands, and takes a sip before placing it down.
"How to explain it in a way you would understand…" she mutters.
"Feel free to lose it and blow your top instead." I suggested. "I speak tired crazy."
"Tired crazy?" Grayfia asked. "That's a new one."
She sighs. "There's someone I care about being pressured into accepting a marriage she doesn't want. My husband and I tried about everything to break it, but we're on our last legs and out of options. A lot of people will be…upset. If this marriage goes through. Everything is building up, but I'm not sure what to do about it."
Yeah…that's definitely Rias's arranged marriage. I've got to respect the lengths she went to downplaying the situation for a human like me. But I know for sure that 'upset' is one hell of a euphemism for what Sirzechs would do to Riser if he so much as touches Rias.
"Does the groom want this marriage as well?" I ask. I've well learned my lesson on perspectives. And I'm kinda tempted to see what Riser's perspective is, maybe with some effort on my part, I can even change it.
Grayfia thinks about it. "I'm not sure. There's a chance he doesn't but I doubt he's willing to listen. His family's honour is on the line."
Wow. I just decided to stop being a bitch about the plot a few minutes ago and I'm already acting like he can't reduce me to ash. Oh well, go big or go home.
"Well, believe it or not Ms, Lucifage, I have been in a situation much like this before." I said. I'm lying, I'm just feeding off the Manga. I actually have an idea, a good one, but one that I'm not gonna like.
"You have?" Grayfia questions, and suddenly there is a bit of strength in her facade. I walked towards my backshelf and came out with her coffee beans and a pen.
"Yes. I also may have an idea as to how to help you." I said. "You said you and your husband are on your last legs? Tell you what, do you have a cellphone on you?"
Grayfia raised her eyebrow but pulled out a simple cell phone. Shit wasn't even touchscreen, but it made sense since she probably has a habit of communicating via magic circles. I take a piece of paper from my notebook at the reception and write down my number. "You can come over tomorrow and hear what I have to say. It might not work, but I can at least guarantee it's better running dry on ideas."
She eyed my number with a hint of confusion and a small touch of suspicion that vanished as quickly as I spotted it. I can tell she wanted to ask me why, but instead of answering, I pushed her coffee beans towards her. "Whoever comes through that door is a customer, and I'll do my best to help my customers to the best degree I can."
Grayfia remained silent, but her eyes communicated a small wave of gratitude as she walked towards the door. Before she left however, she smiled at me. It barely showed any of her teeth, but that was nonetheless a smile from the professional, aloof, wife of Satan, Grayfia.
Yeah, the thing I said earlier to her is a load of crap, although it is something I want to embody as I grow more comfortable having these supernatural entities around me, not like I can just decide I'm okay with them overnight, but it's a good progress I want to ascertain. I wanted Grayfia to be indebted to me. And it feels good seeing some pep in her step once again.
Besides, I do want to have a good relationship with Grayfia.
She's hot, enough said.