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Cool It

Faust Wuthering Heights
Sinclair.
It was another stormy night in the depths of Wuthering Heights, and as usual, all the butlers were working to take good care of the manor.
Faust, having to relay a new assignment, put a hand within her serviette and, calmly, tapped one of the younger butlers by the shoulder.
He flinches, just a bit.
Faust Wuthering Heights
There is a new task for you.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
A-Ah! What is it, Lady Faust?
Faust Wuthering Heights
Master Hindley is requesting a new pack of our finest beer.
Sinclair's eyes widen at this. He makes a noise out of hesitance.
Faust, for a moment, makes an expression that seems to show pity.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
O-Of course. I'll...deliver the pack right this second.
Faust Wuthering Heights
It is our rightful duty, Sinclair.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
I-I know this, but...
He looks to the side hoping no one else would hear their conversation.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
Must it really...be me, Lady Faust?
Faust Wuthering Heights
I understand your hesitance, Sinclair. I do.
Faust Wuthering Heights
But he specifically requested for you.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
...Right...
Faust Wuthering Heights
Should you wish, I can accompany you until then.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
Th-That...would be appreciated, yes.
It was hard not to feel bad for him.
Master Hindley was quite the drunkard, often swinging his cane at butlers who didn't follow his every move. And Sinclair was certainly subject to his ramblings.
As the two of them prepare the beer bottles accordingly, Faust takes one good look at Sinclair. He was obviously nervous, and for good reason.
The manor was filled with bloodshed from uninvited guests and negotiations, but having to deal with one of the Masters was a beast of its own.
She can only keep him company up until a certain point, right outside his room.
Faust Wuthering Heights
Please, try to keep your composure. Let your back remain straight no matter what happens.
He can only nod, and enter the room with Master's delivery at hand.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
...Master Hindley. I've arrived.
Hindley makes some kind of guttural groan. Slumped onto his chair and surrounded by beer bottles, his face shows some kind of frustration.
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
Siiiiinclaaaaairrrrrrr.....
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
Gimme...some of that.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
Right away, sir.
Handing over one bottle of beer and placing the rest nearby, Sinclair tries to remain sane, even when Hindley is immediately swigging what's on hand.
For a few solid minutes, Sinclair watches as Hindley effortlessly drinks the beer like it's water. He contemplates on if he should just leave without a word.
The urge to leave grows and he takes a few steps back, only for the Master to speak up.
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
Ahhh...
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
Sinclair...
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
Am I...cool?
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
...Sir?
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
Am I cool?
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
Catherine...always called me lame...but that's not true, is it?
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
I'm cool, right?!
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
Um.
Sinclair's slight hesitance to answer that question causes a spark of anger in Hindley, and one of the empty bottles is thrown right at him.
Just barely missing his body, it hits the wall and shatters violently. A few shards cut the arm. Hindley points at him angrily and sloppily.
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
TELL ME...I'M COOL.
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
I SWEAR...!
If it will allow him to leave, so be it. Sinclair tries not to feel the injury. He tries not to feel afraid.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
Master Hindley...is very, very cool.
Another bottle is thrown at him. This time, it misses completely. Hindley's anger is evident.
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
Do you...Do you mean it?!
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
I-I do! Master Hindley is...he's so cool, that it's hard to compare!
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
Really...?
...But it's also clear, from the tears in his eyes, that he believes Sinclair's words.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
Master Hindley is the coolest.
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
....Uuuu...
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
I'm...I'm the coolest...
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
Th-That you are, sir...
Hindley bursts into tears, throwing one more bottle. Third time's the charm, so it seems. He makes wild gestures, crying out.
Hindley Earnshaw Wuthering Heights
I'M FUCKING COOL!!!!!
This gives enough time for Sinclair to step out of the room without him noticing.
As he closes the door, he can still hear the sounds of loud sobbing and reassurances. Faust waits for him with a smile.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
....
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
I think I did well?
Faust Wuthering Heights
You certainly did better than most. Good job.
Faust Wuthering Heights
Oh, your arm.
There were glass shards still stuck to his clothes, but he didn't even notice.
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
It's fine. Just a few cuts.
Faust Wuthering Heights
Feel free to patch it up.
Faust Wuthering Heights
I'll put in a good word for you in the meantime.
Sinclair nods. She didn't need to do that, but he keeps that comment in his head.
Now that he thinks about it, he swears to himself that he's insignificant, but the drunken Hindley remembered him enough to call his aid for more beer.
That's gotta account for something, right?
Emil Sinclair Wuthering Heights
...Guh.
Just the thought of that makes him cringe.
There was no time to think about it too hard. Sighing, he moves quickly to find some first aid.
This won't be the last instance where he deals with broken bottles.