becoming an assistant to an overthrown empress in about a day wasn’t much work as it was a lot of migraines. but since his insistence to return to his mansion had been granted, he tried not to find any reasons to complain. and after nearly plunging into the cold waters of the waterfall just to reach a last resort secret passage he was, a little more annoyed about what became of his favourite garb than the retort of a childish monarch when he made it to his sleeping quarters in a damp mess.
after he changed into a more suitable attire for travelling, he did a quick sweep of his room for any supplies that might be needed before making his way to the laboratory where he picked up the receiver over its blinking red light. good. she got the message he left earlier in the lounging area. and just as he thought, she’d already made it back from the black market.
❛ just get to the laboratory will you? the path to the elevator should be clear --- just a few guards to take care of. shouldn’t be much of a challenge considering your mark ( and the fact that the rest of my patrols are on their lunch break if i remember. ) ❜ reappearing so suddenly after being deemed ‘missing in action’ by the duke would set off alarms. no, it’s better to stay hidden from the guards. he sighs, ❛ oh, and one more thing do try to keep your hands off my clockworks when you enter the lab. i shut them down completely to save myself from cringing. i don’t want to relive you destroying what’s left of my creations. ❜ he slammed the receiver down. old habits die hard.
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