a little wicked

just from instinct, alec reared his head back and nearly dropped his croissants again in the process to get away from ronnie’s touch. it was too early in the morning for him to carefully restyle his hair yet again and as much as he loved his dear friend, he wouldn’t let her mess it up. “do i look british to you? of course not.” he remarked, shaking his head vehemently. “look, these are some of the best croissants i’ve ever had aside from the ones in france and i like to stock up and they only serve them during breakfast. is that so crazy?”

ronnie giggled at his reaction, she dropped her hand not wanting to push her boundaries with his hair and his arms.... full of croissants. she brought her hand up to keep herself from laughing at his explanation of why. “hm,” she hummed, looking him up and down. “you do have somewhat of a british.... vibe coming off of you.” 

“So, we have to go on dates with people because of.. pears?” Valeriya tried her best to keep her voice polite, but it was rather clear she was skeptical of the power of the pears. “What if someone who’s, um– I don’t want to be rude, but what if someone horrible wins the bid? Is there a system to prevent that?”

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@vknndy​ // in his haste to claim as many of the freshly baked croissants as he could carry, alec could not be held accountable to see past the large basket of pastries he currently had in his arms, which was why he managed to stumble and nearly knock into one of his best friends. though they spent a large amount of their lives together, he felt as though he hadn’t seen ronnie since they had both arrived here and he was more than glad to see her now. no matter what they were doing, he always seemed to have an enjoyable time around her, glad to have yet another person who tolerated his antics. “i could’ve dropped my croissants.” he nearly yelled, though his tone was more joking than it was angry. “jeez, watch where you’re going, you never know when you’re going to run into a man and his baked goods.”

ronnie was more interested in why the other had so many croissants in his arms than to move. when the bump came she was thrown back into reality, and still one question remained, why the fuck?

“ no not sad. nor annoyed. just tired, it is late after all. ” speaking of which, he hoped the other had a way -back – or if this just meant he should escort her to where she was staying, not sure if she was at the hotel or the palace. “ do you need a ride? i am heading back towards the palace. to work. i’ll be more than happy to take you where you need to go. ”

corners of his lips inched higher upon laying eyes on his sister, her heel digging into his knee– what a lovely encounter ! ‘ well, i thought i’d surprise you– ‘ sky blue hues averted to meet her own, ‘ how about a hug for your favorite brother? ‘ sure, there weren’t many contendors but he prided himself in the title. regardless of the fact that he could not act the part in public. but, thank god for the secluded location they were currently standing in. ‘ the scarf is on fire. ‘ he added, in their secret code - i missed you. 

… damn. all he wanted to do was just leave at this point. keeping royals safe? not easy, very energy draining. but the girl wasn’t a royal, just a socialite. which isn’t a big difference and he was still stuck. unable to move or risk hurting her — and that’s not something he would do. “ why my smile? i’m sorry, i don’t follow. ” 

aveline tugged ronnie by the hand back towards the car. “ i don’t even know what i want. actually, i really want tacos, but i don’t really think that’s a genovian specialty. ”

She promises she doesn’t find any enjoyment out of this. Well… okay, it’s a wee tiny bit funny, a little. Imogen sat nearby, enjoying some chicken nuggets when she first noticed the young girl. Apparently, no one told her about that. “I think there might be a second one that’s 24/7,” the Irish woman called out. “Don’t exactly quote me on that, though.”

originally, edward was a bit annoyed by all of this. but honestly? what gave him the right. it was just some kid who seemed to have forgotten to read the entire thing. it shouldn’t be worth any stress for him — so instead, the annoyance once placed on his friend turned into a smile, a stressed smile, but one all the same. “ it’s edward and you are welcome. ” 

“ i don’t know if she’d care, honestly. she probably has other shit to worry about, ” aveline mused. “ you think he will? wow, the power of american corporate. ” she giggles, wrapping her fur coat tighter around herself. “ you know what we should do? get out of this cold. raid the resort kitchens. i’m hungry. ”