A/N: k so I started this in May and picked it up in July so if the writing feels different that's because it is.
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"It's always nice to see you up and about Luka," a white haired women commented as the journalist put his dirty dish in the sink, stifling a yawn.
"Yeah, well...I have nothin' to say," he replied to Jeanne, adjusting his glasses but not facing her. Jeanne was tolerable, but something irked him today. He couldn't figure out why. They had such a nice conversation about Cereza the other day. What soured the mood?
"Is something wrong?" she asked, throwing him the morning newspaper. "Are you wondering where Cereza is?"
"Huh?" he asked, failing to catch the newspaper and inwardly cringed as he heard it slam onto the floor. Luka awkwardly picked it up, keeping his eyes off the other Umbra. It was dreadful enough he had to live with her, but even more so that she saw him at his worst.
Jeanne let out a sigh and smiled at the poor mortal, taking pity on him, and repeated once more,"Are you wondering where Cereza is?"
Shaking his head from side to side, Luka did realize his girlfriend was in fact missing from the picture. "Actually, uh, yeah. Where is she? I have something I'd like to discuss with her."
Jeanne clicked her tongue, taking note the disheveled nature and appearance Luka now held, a stark contrast to his usual morning attitude that reeked confidence. It was clear to her that her sister had kept him up for far too long on far to many occasions, if the bags under his eyes weren't obvious enough.
"You just missed her Redgrave. Bolted out the window soon as she came out of the room," she replied, pointing a slender finger at the open window.
"Shit! Ah man, she's going to kill me!"
Jeanne raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as she tried to hold in her disdain for the poor man. "And why would she do that?" she asked taking a seat on the communal table the three of them shared.
Luka ran a hand through his hair, asking himself that same question. "Why am I scared of something she didn't even specify? It's not like I'm that intimidated by her! She didn't even give a date in which she wanted them by. I have nothing to worry about-" but his thoughts were cut off by the famed Umbra Witch herself!
"I'm back!" Bayonetta announced, gracefully landing in the living room after jumping back through the opened window.
Luka felt like he jumped up several feet in the air. His cheeks had bloomed to the color of an apple, and he started to pull on the collar of his shirt. "Oh! Uh..hum..welcome back!" he stammered, darting his eyes around nervously in sign of his notepad.
"Angels wait for no one I suppose, right Jeanne?" Bayonetta asked, smiling when she saw her fellow Umbra sister nod along. "Speaking of which," she turned to face Luka,"did you finish the notes I asked you for? I'll assume you did. You're sweating like a schoolboy who's crush rejected them," she commented, peering at him with an observant gaze, highlighting her trademarked smirk.
Luka felt a deeper flush spread across his cheeks. "Yeah..I got em. Bloody hell Cereza its too early in the morning to be scaring the shit out of me," he said as he trudged back into their room to retrieve his notebook.
Without missing a beat, Jeanne piped up, saying, "He's not wrong, you know. It is far to early for this much mischief."
Bayonetta thought for a moment, pressing her lips into a thin line as she pondered if she was taking this a bit too far. She had never pressured him before, at least, not like this.
There had been times, yes, where she had pushed past the imaginary boundary both had unwillingly agreed to.
But..certainly he was used to this by now? Or..maybe not. She'd have to look into it. However, time was not playing a fair game as Luka trudged out of the bedroom, notebook in hand.
Giving the man a quick peck on the nose, she grasped the notebook from his hand and adjusted her glasses. Bayonetta's eyes were like stars, twinkling when she found a point she liked, but burning out when she found one she didn't enjoy. The raven haired witch let out a content hum, pleased with the results of Luka's research.
"Deities are never far apart from each other, now are they?" she mused, half to herself and half to the others in the room.
Luka chucked. "No, they aren't. Chop one head off and two more grow."
She raised a skeptical eyebrow in return. "A hydra? How peculiar. Facing one of those would be lovely."
Jeanne scoffed. "Would be a bloody mess, even you Cereza, as tempting as it may be, could not stand to see another outfit get ruined."
Bayonetta couldn't help but agree, shaking her head disdainfully.
"If you two ladies don't mind, I need this notepad here to be delivered to Rodin. He could provide useful information."
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A/N: well, here it is. The one thing I have to show for, for the summer(not counting my Ao3 stuff). I'm debating weather or not just to start over with new projects and delete old stories, but I feel a new account would serve me better. That's why, from now on, any new project will be handled on my Ao3 account, which I urge you to follow if you want to see active content from me. The only time I'll come back to wattpad is to update this.

Sincerely, but not goodbye,
RedWind