#aeon agent

The jingle of the Bureau door being opened made him raise his head and see who walked in.

“Ah! Emma!” he greeted, a little surprised. “Back from shopping already? I thought you-- oh, wait, no, nevermind. Wrong person.“ 

He sighed and slumped over his paperwork tiredly, doing his best to ignore the Eevee that had started batting at his hair like his head was an acceptable plaything.

...Something wasn’t right. Really, really not right. Maybe a better way to put that was that something was incredibly wrong and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

That was...Argenta, wasn’t it? He was almost sure that was Argenta. But he was also almost sure that it wasn’t Argenta, not the way he knew her from her battles and interviews on television. He’d been a fan of hers for years and the fact that he had to question the identity of this person at all was...well, he wasn’t sure he had a word for that. But he didn’t like it. At all.

His first thoughts went to Flare at the mention of a red outfit, but it could also be considered orange instead of red and honestly flashy outfits did not automatically equate to Flare anyway.