The Bond

Ch 47

"Bold."/"Bold italic" : animatronic is talking/animatronic is talking in mind

"Normal."/"Normal italic." : human is talking/human is talking in mind

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The blue eyes looked around. "So, this is where you work?"

"Yes, and can you return my body now?"

"No," Ennard replied, and using Michael's body which he took over he walked towards the shelf which was still half filled with floor deodorizer, near the shelf there was a cardboard containing the floor deodorizer.

"You want to replace me to work? If so, just arrange it on the shelf in front of us." Ennard could imagine Michael's grin after saying that.

"No." Still with the same short answer from Ennard.

"You're going to get me fired again."

"You're welcome."

"You're still annoying."

"You need a mirror, here."

Ennard gave a small snort as he picked up a mirror on the next shelf and looked in the mirror—Michael's face reflected in the mirror, Ennard looked intently at Afton's eldest reflection. Michael's eyes are round, his nose is a little snub and his lips are thin, Michael's jaw line is not so sharp that it seems a bit round, making him look like someone who can't be assertive, aka innocent. Easy to trick.

"I know I'm very good looking, stop looking in the mirror or you'll fall for my charms."

Instantly Ennard frowned. "Confident enough."

"What? It's true that I'm handsome."

"Who lied to you?"

"Damn you."

Michael scowled in thought, Ennard didn't think much of it and looked back in the mirror, noticing the shape of Michael's face again. If he looked at it longer, for some reason Michael looked adorable, but also annoying. Even so, there was something that distracted Ennard's focus a little.

Ennard moved his hand, then touched the side of Michael's face—he raised his eyebrows. "Chubby."

"I beg your pardon?" Michael immediately replied in a tone of disapproval. "I'm not fat!"

"But your cheeks are chubby," Ennard answered, still touching the side of Michael's face.

"Stop touching my cheeks!"

"Soft."

"Is that an insult?"

Ennard didn't answer for a moment, instead blinking. He pulled his hand away from his face and looked in the mirror again—what he just said was true. He didn't know why Michael still had the physique as if he wasn't an undead. His skin was smooth, and his cheeks were pleasant to touch. Ennard immediately made an expression that looked as if he was horrified at the thought.

A tap from behind on his shoulder made him gasp.

"Why are you daydreaming, Mike?" Lucy asked while tilting her head to the side.

"Nothing." Michael smiled nervously as he put the mirror down. "Just admiring myself, I look handsome," he continued proudly.

Lucy raised her eyebrows up at that, then laughed. "You? Handsome? You're more to sweet, Michael." Lucy giggled, Michael pouted hearing the girl's words.

"So she was the one who lied to you."

"Shut up."

"Then I'll tell you the truth, you're ugly."

"Let's buy a bigger mirror for you sometime."

"Michael!"

Michael blinked in surprise as Lucy snapped her fingers hard right in front of him. He looked at Lucy awkwardly while Lucy was on her hips. "Sorry," Michael muttered, Ennard always distracting him.

Lucy shook her head slowly. "Come on, get back to work now."