Bennett was not someone who liked to think too much. He did know a few things though.
- He had ridiculously bad luck.
- He had three friends, Fischl, Oz and Razor, five friends if he counted traveller and Paimon.
- He had a crush on one of the said friends.
- He had never given Lisa a reason to find him so why was he drinking tea with her in Knight Jean’s office oh Barbatos oh Barbatos please don’t electrocute me I return all my books on time-
“So Razor huh?” Lisa hums, reaching for the teapot, pouring the hot tea into the delicate china cup, which Bennett eyed nervously. He had heard much about Lisa’s infamous punishments, and he’d rather not get electrocuted if could.
If he broke Lisa’s pretty cup… he doubted he’d even make it out of the door.
“Uhm Miss Lisa,” he spoke up, “I’m sure you’ve heard of my bad luck, I don’t want to accidentally break your cup.” He straightened nervously as the brunette librarian frowned at him. “Darling, it’s just a cup, why would I value a cup more than you dear? Drink up, you’re thirsty, aren’t you? You’ve been dry swallowing since you came in!” She pushed the cup towards him.
“Oh! Do you like it with more sugar maybe? Or perhaps with milk or those boba, they’ve been all the rage in Liyue recently I heard- there’s a shop nearby that sells them, Fischl told me about them, the owners moved from Liyue to here you know!” She smiled invitingly at him.
“With all due respect, Miss Lisa can I ask why you called me here today? I have returned all my books on time! I swear and I know the recent book I’ve borrowed isn’t due for another week-”
“Actually Bennett, that’s exactly why I’ve called you here,” Lisa smiled and Bennett felt his heart quiver. Oh god, he would never be able to tell Razor about his feelings, he would never finish what the book had told him to do-
“I think, you should give this a read as well,” Lisa slid a book over. “You should specifically check out the pages I’ve marked,” she adds, smiling.
A Beginner’s Guide to Wolf Behaviour.
“I think you’ll find the contents… most illuminating,” Lisa gave him a gentle pat on his head, “now go on home to read.”
An Hour Before
Fischl wiped at her eyes, sniffing to herself as Lisa served her tea. “What brings you here dearie?” Lisa cooed, patting her head. Lisa was as close to a mother figure as she could get, considering her own parents weren’t the best to her after she had decided to live on as Fischl and join the Adventurers Guild.
Honestly, Fischl didn’t even know why she was crying, she had woken up today, after reading the book on wolf behaviour and decided Bennett needed to see it. But on the way to the library, her thoughts started wandering, if Bennett and Razor got together, where would she lie? What would her place in Bennett’s adventure team be?
For so long, she had always been an outsider, she had always been alone. Would this spell her return to solitude? Of course, she could always withhold this information, but that would make her an awful friend wouldn’t it?
Fischl slid the book across the table, “Miss Lisa, do you think you could give this to Bennett?” She asked.
Lisa’s expression softened as she read the book’s title.
The librarian knelt down, patting her knee reassuringly as Fischl continued to sniffle. “You know Fischl,” she started softly, “I don’t think Bennett and Razor are at all like who you’re thinking of. I don’t think they’re the type to just up and go.”
“When I was younger, around your age or maybe a little older- I’m still young mind you!” She added hastily, “but my friends at Sumeru Academy did get together, and of course I thought the world was over, but I found that we more or less stayed the same, even if my friends did kiss a lot more.”
“But what if they don’t need me on the team anymore because I’ll be interrupting their couple time?”
Lisa shook her head, “well then I suppose a little-” Fischl’s eyes widened as Lisa reached for the catalyst on her waist, “-punishment is in order-”
“No Miss Lisa please don’t kill my friends!” She squeaked out. Lisa smiled, “there you go! You said it yourself, they’re your friends! Now what sort of friends would be ungrateful to the one who’s sacrificed so much for them!”
Fischl smiled, “thank you, Miss Lisa, could I write a note for Bennett before you call him?”
“Of course you can, help yourself.”
The book was fascinating really, Bennett didn’t know even half of these things, even though his best friend had been raised by wolves. As he flipped the page, he let out a little ‘oh!’ of a surprise as a note slipped out.
loyal subject friend Bennett,
I hope Lisa didn’t scare you too much. But I talked to her and we thought this would help you out with Razor. You two have been the best companions a princess could ask for. I’m not sure how things will change after you read this section so I thought I would write this note first. I hope you will still want me around in your team even after you figure it out.
Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung.
That was odd, why would Bennett ever not want Fischl in his team? She was cool. An amazing shot with the bow, and he and Razor had both come to love her presence. “Well I suppose even princesses have their off days and insecurities,” he decided aloud, “I’ll give her a hug after this.”
Bennett flipped the page.
Bennett was running through the streets, trying his best not to trip over his feet. “Fischl!” He yelled, “Fischl!” He grasped the blonde’s hands, “I saw your note!”
“Oh,” the blonde shuffled, “does this mean your adventure team is just you and Razor now? Sorry to have to make you find me to let me-”
“What are you talking about?” Bennett exclaimed, “I came to thank you! I would never have figured it out if it wasn’t for you! And besides,” he pulled her hands up, pulling her in a little closer, “It’s not my adventure team, it’s ours! Yours, mine, and Razor’s, and Oz’s! And anyone who wants to join!”
Fischl’s eyes widened, cheeks reddening, small tears gathering at the corner of her eyes, “Ah Fischl don’t cry!” Bennett panicked, “I don’t have any tissues!”
“It’s okay! Go uhm, go ahead, I’ll catch up, I think Razor’s in Wolvendom today.”
As he sprinted away, Fischl watching him go with teary eyes, Oz landed on her shoulder, wings gently brushing her face, “see?” He said softly, “you are loved, mein fräulein.”
“Yeah,” Fischl wiped at her eyes furiously, “I guess I am.”
Bennett was runing. “Razor!” He yelled, “Razor!”
He liked Razor.
Razor liked him.
There was a soft rustling in the trees and Bennett was knocked to the ground with an “OOF!”
“Hi Bennett,” Razor looked at him, comfortably lying on top of him, and Bennett thought to himself that if Razor had a tail, it would most certainly be wagging.
Razor looked pretty like this, Bennett wanted to take a picture of him, file it away, keep it in a box of his most precious things. The sun was streaming down through the leaves, the light dappling the ground around them, illuminating Razor’s light hair.
No wait don’t get distracted Bennett! You came here for one thing!
“You never told me I was courting you in wolf,” He exclaimed, brandishing the book. Razor tilts his head, a soft confusion spreading over his face before the feeling of rejection crept in. “You mean you did not mean it like that?” They said softly, lowering their head. “I’m sorry Bennett,” Razor backed up, “I have… troubled you?”
“What? No?” Bennett gripped Razor’s shoulders before he could run away, “you could never trouble me!” He babbled, “and I do like you! I just didn’t know that was counted as wolf courtship but I was trying to flirt and impress you all the same-”
Perhaps wolf courtship and human flirtations weren’t that different after all. He laughed, throwing his head back as Razor watched him curiously.
But there was one thing wolves did not do (at least he thinks they don’t).
“Razor can I teach you something humans do?” Bennett asked softly.
“I like anything Bennett does,” Razor responded solemnly, looking at Bennett, still looking a bit upset that Bennett hadn’t been courting him with the intention to mate.
Bennett leaned in, placing his lips gently on Razor’s, waiting for the latter to respond. He did, hesitantly, pushing forward. The kiss at best, was awkward, two young boys who knew virtually nothing about how to kiss. It was fumbling, awkward, Bennett didn’t know where to put his hands, and Razor wasn’t sure what to do with his lips.
But Razor’s lips were soft, and Bennett liked how fluffy his hair was, the wild white tufts brushing against Bennett’s cheeks.
Razor liked this human ritual. Bennett’s face was pressed up against his, and the soft smell of what was undeniably Bennett was coating his senses,
Thank you Barbatos, they both thought silently. (This, of course, broadcasted their kiss to Venti, which you can be sure that the former archon then broadcasted to Andrius)
They broke the kiss hesitantly, “that was called kissing!” Bennett explained, flustered. “Oh,” Razor nodded, ‘I liked it.”
The two sat, neither daring to move, neither daring to break the perfect atmosphere they had built together.
Razor paused for a second before continuing on, “Does this mean we are going to get married?”
“AH BENNETT? OH OH BENNETT FAINTED BENNETT-”