#convo: sofie

the french loyalist couldn't remember a week where he hadn't found himself sitting in this very corner booth, arms out stretched as he much like the other loyalist around him enjoyed the sight that was a vixen. This place had been their place even without it being directly owned by them. Everyone knew that the french organization held a certain amount of power within these walls. Which was why he felt comfortable being the only french loyalist here this evening, even this late in the night. A hand came up and gently wrapped around the wrist of a vixen stopping her from scurrying away, A soft pull towads his chest as his callous hands found her waist gently. His brow furrowing slightly. "Why do you look like someone stole your puppy?"