one hand in his pocket, he walks briskly, with long strides, he can feel kannika at his flank more than he can see her in his periphery. it feels like the old days, when she’d been his shadow, whispering the information he’d need into his ear before he could even think he needed it. ❛ we discussed this, ❜ he murmurs, feeling the need to preamble before they walk through the doors. ❛ no leaks. i don’t think anybody else can, other than you... hm ? ❜ he spares her a glance when his hand curls around the handle of the door. eyes fall on the very familiar moschino bag. the internal groan manifests in a short sigh. must she antagonise everybody, everytime, always ? ❛ it’s like you want to get me into trouble. ❜
with that he pushes the door, amiable albeit tight-lipped smile preceding him. ❛ here she is. her highness dominique grimaldi. mimi, she prefers. mimi, this is kannika malee. duchess of alsace. i think you’ll get along quite well. ❜ he hopes. if they don’t, it will be nothing more than a failed experiment, and he absolutely does not want to hear about it. /. @hshmimi & @nikaplays