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Scarlett watches the screen from over his shoulder, letting out a chuckle as the clip begins to loop once more. 

“God, a classic,” she compliments before wrinkling her mouth to the side thoughtfully as she sat across from him. 

“Well, see, what I usually do is call my PR guy–” 

“Oh no, no, no, my dear.” Sonny said, quickly locking his phone and haphazardly tossing it to his side. “That’s below my pay grade.”

“I’ll just ask the media managers since you’re no help to me.” 

He knows he’s reached his limit, clearly, if something was bad enough for him to be staring back at himself in a public bathroom mirror as he tries out the breathing exercises his therapist told him to do in times of high stress. 

The sound of the door opening startles him out of his panicked trance. “Don’t mind me. I’m just having a meltdown!” he shouts without much anger behind the words. If there is any, it’s aimed at himself. “Just another Wednesday, am I right!”

“This is the men’s room, by the way. Not that I’m trying to tell you where to pee... just thought you should know.”

“Have we met before?” Sonny was sorry for interrupting, well, whatever it is that she was doing. Really, it looked like she was doing the same as him by tucking herself into the shadows of the soiree, but looks could be deceiving. Nevertheless, he’d been trying to place her all night with no luck. 

“You’re, like, ridiculously familiar. Are you on insta?” 

The group of Team Canada advisers, which had gathered on the curb outside of a Genovian pub after their debrief, made their way back inside for another round. Only Sonny was left behind, finishing what was left of his cigarette beneath the glow of a streetlamp. Smoke swirled around his head like fog, and from within it his eyes followed a figure lurking the streets that looked as sorrowful as one could be.

"Christ,” he spoke in a breath of smoke. “You look like someone who's seen better days.”

“Repeat after me,” Sonny said to Bas, though the majority of attention was on the screen of his phone where his thumbs tapped up a storm. “I. Will not. Speak. About. Team Australia.”

“With the games coming up we can’t afford the months needed for damage control, like after what happened last time.”

“What is curling, anyways? A couple of brooms and plates on the ice?” He’s well aware of the kid sat across from him. Team Australia. After the fiasco involving Scarlett happened, it became part of his job to know who the enemy was. Regardless of if this kid had anything to do with that, he didn’t like him. Didn’t want to. 

“Don’t get me wrong, that’s great, but who thought that was worthy of the Olympics?” 

“Fuck’s sake,” Sonny breathed. 

“How do I have something deleted from TikTok?” On the screen of his phone is a smaller version of himself screaming into an even smaller phone while a song he was too old to know played over it. Kitten ears and some whiskers finished off the 10 second clip. “Jack’s done it again.” 

“HELLO? Fucki-- HELLO!?”

The phone between his hands is at high risk for being thrown off the side of the mountain via the ski lodge’s balcony. By some good act of an unknown god, Sonny refrains as he hangs up on the dropped call. It was difficult enough just getting cell service in Genovia, he didn’t want to have to get an entirely new phone, too. 

“You’d think with all these royals throwing money around this place they’d have put up a few cell towers, at least,” he misdirected his anger towards the other, breath turning to angry clouds in the cold air. “Fucks sake.” 

*hi. it’s me, possum, again, again. even though i said i wouldn’t……again, again. don’t @ me (again (again))

⋆ ° ⟡ ( RAHUL KOHLI, thirty-four, cis male, he/him ) i saw SONNY KASH at the winter palace. did you know that the PR REP FOR TEAM CANADA is originally from ENGLAND? i heard they can be quite ABRASIVE, but also WELL INTENTIONED. there’s rumours they’re at the winter palace because SOMEONE’S GOTTA WRANGLE THE TEAM CANADA KIDS AND KEEP THEIR IMAGES CLEAN, but you never know. A WHISTLING KETTLE, A FUNKY BASSLINE, AND HANGOVERS always remind me of them.