MY WRITERS BLOCK IS GONE AND MY MOTIVATION TO DO THIS IS HIGH! FUCK YEAH! WOOOO! I'M REALLY SORRY I 'M DOING THIS NOW BUT I FINALLY HAVE INSPIRATION!!!

Ahem* My apologies for that little outburst, I'm just very excited right now! Thank you GenderfluidDevin for curing my writers' block!

Michael's pov
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'Ritchie has a little sister? Why didn't he tell us...?'

I was in a half state of shock, not only because Ritchie has a family we never knew about and speaks highly of us. But also because he has never once mentioned his family or any other home to us.

"Wait, Ritchie speaks about highly? In what kind of way?" Brandon spoke tired eyes wide open in shock, whilst David was still regaining his composure.

"I'm curious as well. Ritchie never mentioned a sister to us, nor did we know he ever spoke about us in a matter other than our appearance."

"Appearance?" She looked at us with a brow raised in confusion.

"Well I don't know if you know this about your brother, but he tends to over sexualize many things and comment on our physical appearance, I don't think we've really heard him talk about what he thinks of us beyond when he complains," I spoke for the other two looking to David who only nodded in confirmation.

"I- well he did say you three certainly had a pretty boy effect, not as strong as his from what I'm seeing, but still I suppose he has mentioned it from time to time when he visits." She shrugged with a sheepish grin, proceeding to hold in a laugh at David's flabbergasted face.

"Wait, wait, hold up, 'not as strong as his' are you saying none of us are attractive! I'm offended!" I sat and stared at my colleagues, more specifically David. I honestly couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

"Well sorry if I offend you, but I'm simply speaking the truth, you all work with my brother, so you all should know by now that while he's a bit flirtatious at times he does have a valid reason to be confident in his appearance." As she said this I was beginning to see how she and Ritchie were related, both had that same shit-eating grin, and way of not so subtly poking fun at my colleagues.

"Mmm, don't tell him this but you're right, he does know how he looks, that's for certain." I chuckled slightly the moment I saw David's face.

"Captain! Don't say that you'll summon him!" David shouted half-jokingly, knowing there was some truth to his words.

Brandon snorted drowsily, then looked over to Ritchie's sibling. "You know, it's kinda strange that Ritchie's has never mentioned you, I mean you two seem close."

"Meh, he calls me a little shit anyway, though I am a little surprised he hasn't complained to you three about me or the stupid pranks I've pulled on him."

"Wait, you've managed to prank him?"

"Yeah, it was pretty funny when I died his hair magenta." She said with a laugh, I think even Brandon was wide-eyed.

"Whenever we've tried to get back at him he never falls for it..." Her eyebrows raised In shock.

"Are you being serious? You've never managed to prank my brother?" She looked at each of our faces and immediately took notice of our expressions.

"What did he do this time?"

Ritchie'd pov
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"Oh, come on! Where in the hell are they!?" I've been looking around our patrol route for well over an hour now and have yet to run into the idiots I consider friends.

"They can't have gone that far from the city, I woke up way earlier than normal." I looked around the patrol area trying to find any signs they'd passed through the area, or gone off trail to chase any perpetrators.

"I swear if they left me in the dust the one time I stay home to work-"  I ran around they patrol trails for a few more hours to no avail, before deciding to head back to the city.

I was exhausted at this point, I'd been looking for the fuckers for at least five hours with no give, there wasn't a single sign any of them had gone on patrol. I sighed as I walked to the guard barracks.

"May as well give my report, after all, I've actually gone on patrol." I turn into the station and walk up to the desk.

"Heya"

"Oh, hello- oh it's you." The scribe's face went from friendly to disgusted rather quickly.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here to report that nothing has happened in any of the villages while I was out on patrol, so I'll leave now," I said turning towards the exit.

"Now wait for just a second!" I turned back around o see the scribe stood up, face red with anger.

"Is there a problem sir?" I questioned wondering just what I'd done wrong. He pointed towards the ground in front of his desk. I raised an eyebrow and move towards the area.

"You have to write the report, Sir Sin of Lust!" I looked at him for a moment before I sighed and asked for a quill and some parchment, before sitting down and writing a detailed report. I looked it over when I was finished and handed it over to the scribe when I deemed it satisfactory.

He scowled while reading the report, and glanced up to me nose shriveling with every glance, he then scoffed and set the report down before practically shooing me away from the guard station.

"Asshole," I muttered under my breath, how the hell does Michael deal with writing the reports to the shitheads, it's infuriating how much they choose to show their dislike. At least when David insults me it feels more like a challenge rather than a nuisance.

I let out a sigh, and once again wondered where those three were, they had to either be at home or somewhere in the city.

I decided after a bit of contemplating to start heading home.

Michael's Pov
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"Well, every time we try to pull one over on him it backfires and it ends up being us who gets thrashed by it," Brandon said with a chuckle when I thought of it, it did seem like Ritchie had a knack for avoiding troublesome things. Well except when it was his sister doing the trouble.

"Hmm, well if that's the case either he has his guard up from me constantly pull jokes on him, or something about you guys intimidates him, well that or he knows better than to let his guard down." She said it in such a casual manner that I almost ignored her second statements.

"Us, intimidate Ritchie, I'm not too sure about that, he had the confidence of a prized racehorse." Brandon put out blandly with w yawn.

"Yeah, while is an overconfident flirt, I do doubt that any one of us actually scares him," I said adding on to Brandon's statement.

"Hmm, well then, do you want to pull one over him then?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you guys have never managed to pull one over on him why not try again?"

"Yeah, but how do you plan on that working?"

"Well if there's one thing my brother is not good at it's confrontation. So just go home and tell him you met me. And ask questions, that's why you came here in the first place right?"

"I- we'll go do that"

To be continued