@betterinventor· sent: ღ Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table. // ACTS OF AFFECTION MEME ACCEPTING
`EVEN THE ATYPICAL WASN’T TRULY THAT, ‘SOME MANNER TO ARGUE IF IT WAS TO BE SPOKEN. Ever since the resettling of how things should be / IF THE MONARCH WAS TO SPEAK SO / a certain level of normality had come to settle- words flowing through the air, voices filling the air with INCONSEQUENTIAL questions and statements from individuals he really couldn’t give half a shake of care towards (THEIR USE WAS SIMPLY LIKE THAT OF PINS IN THE TENT / KEEPING IT GROUNDED, BUT NONE UNIQUE OR IRREPLACEABLE). Of course, the deviations would be two- why of course the crowned one, but the one sitting near enough at another chair at the table too. Easy enough to make an EXCUSE for if necessary.
`HOWEVER, IT ALL WAS GOING SMOOTHLY ‘IN THE ACHINGLY TYPICAL WAY. Smile smoothed across the stretch of face / THAT CALM, TRADEMARK ONE (NOT QUITE PLASTIC / MORE LIKE GOLD. FLASHY, ACTUAL, BUT ALTOGETHER HOLDING LITTLE SUBSTANCE). And easily dented, even with a mere twitch. Contact actually did manage to take him A BIT BY SURPRISE, exposed bit of leg feeling opposite cloth against it. Evidently, NOT AN ACCIDENT as it lingered far too long with strategic movement, if slight, with it. (PERIPHERAL FOCUSED UPON HER, BUT OTHERWISE FIXED HIMSELF). Any twitch of his norm was not noted by the rest, as minuscule as it was and things continued as normal. The only thing that changed was the slight POSITIONING of his own legs, pressing left on more against hers / TO STOP THE ACTION (OR AT LEAST THAT WOULD BE THE MOST OBVIOUS REASON).
`EVERYTHING CONTINUED AS NORMAL FROM THERE ‘UNTIL THE DISMISSAL OF THEM ALL. Or rather, everyone except Hilda, who he does make a clear statement of- ❝-—I need to discuss some further things with you after.❞ All very professional WORDING of ‘stay put’. Finalized the business aspect as the others left (NECESSARY HANDSHAKES, FINAL QUESTIONS, ALL THAT / IT WAS WELL KNOWN THE MONARCH DIDN’T HAVE PATIENCE TO BE KEPT LONGER THEN SET TIME).
`AND IF THE SMILE THAT HAD TAKEN A SLIGHT HIT BEFORE WAS GOLD ‘THIS ONE WAS THE PLASTIC ONE. The aspects of it were contrasted against other aspects / KNOTTED BROWS as he turned from the closed door. Hands pressed against the table as he leaned forwards a bit, canting head with a slight hum coming forefront. ❝-—You really do need to pick better times to play dangerous games. Granted, I know you probably picked this time specifically, but I can assure you it was not one of your smartest decisions. The only lucky thing for you is I’m not so easily messed up.❞
At first, it might have first been a mere accident by her part - her foot touching his underneath the tablecloth, first withdrawn. But as he showed no reaction, temptation to continue contact against his leg grew stronger. Lightly tracing his ankle with hers, only halted slightly by his movement.
At least, he couldn’t mention or mock her about it right there - not in such a public event surrounded by other people. Perhaps, it would go without being ever mentioned, allowing her to get away with the sneaky act. However, that wasn’t the case, as she was announced to stay. For discussion. Now, he gave her more credit than even deserved.
❝ — Oh yah? And what are you going to do? Get me fired? ❞ Her arms crossed, glancing him underneath the furrowed brows while acting as if it was nothing - at least, she wouldn’t admit it was merely for her need of attention, rather than actually causing him mischief. ❝ — Maybe you imagined it, it might have been a mere accident. I am not responsible if you're sensitive. ❞
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