saskia isn’t sure if it’s the kronos spine in her back or just her being extremely conscious of it that makes her sit so damn ramrod straight. she can’t help it. she can’t even remember so much as slouching even once in the last three years. it, at least, gives the image of perfect professionalism as she sits in a nsa conference room across from emerald savoya. “like i said, officer savoya, what happened at the gala was unfortunate, but the answer is simple. the twins cheated our extensive and rigorous background checks. that’s the only answer as to what happened.”

it’s not often cecil brings his work home with him. less often that he lets anyone he works with into his home. emerald savoya remains the exception not the rule. the people he trusts are so few and far between there are only two; she’s one of them. he knows she would never betray him. that innate fear of being consumed by the will and desire of another person doesn’t exist when he’s with her. so he lets her in to come and go as she pleases because she would never abuse the privilege. he sets a plate of roasted chicken breast and garlic potatoes in front of her before he sits next to her on the long black sofa - an array of reports spread in front of them. “you know you’re allowed to take a break.” he doesn’t have to point it out yet he stills does, as if she still needs his permission to do things others wouldn’t think twice about. “did you see your therapist after the gala?”

toying with the broken handcuff on his wrist, otto rolls his head to one side on the stone bench he's sprawled out over as emmy approaches. he supposes it was inevitable she'd be doing check ins throughout the night, married to her work the way she is, though he'd hoped seeing her with the big bad skull man would mean she'd forget about otto for the night. "uh ohhhh. who snitched?" he snickers, no attempt made to hide the fact that he's high. at least it means he's in a good mood, means he's not causing problems that need to be fixed or punished. "i've been on my fourth best behavior tonight. don't feel so worried, ossifer. i swear i'm behaving. the bestest boy in the whole wide fucking world." a giggle escapes him and with a groan, otto pulls himself upright through core strength alone while fishing his vape pen out and taking another hit. "do you ever take a break?"