|•Human Error•| Mycroft X Reader
"I really get to live here?" I asked, taking it all in. "Like, this isn't some prank or something?"
"I assure you, this is no practical joke. Why would someone like me take time out of my busy schedule to bother with a lowlife criminal such as yourself if I wasn't truly serious about it?"
I blew a gum bubble, popping loudly and crossing my arms. "Not the nicest way to put it, but I do suppose you're right," I said. Mycroft did not reply to my comment, but turned to face me, his face all business.
"A car will be here shortly with all of your belongings. You may unpack in your room, which is on the third floor, second door on the left at the end of the hallway. I have a mountain of paperwork to attend to, so please do not bother me unless absolutely necessary."
And with that he walked off, and I was left standing alone in the hallway of my new home.
A home with a stuck-up, snobbish man who I intended on discombobulating as much as possible while I living here.
This was going to be fun.
Excerpt from Chapter 2- Home Sweet Mansion