“Aren’t you lucky I’m just feeling so charitable today,” the amusement is in his voice, but the brick house of a man just moves to grab the other’s arm, careful not to grip too hard, and pull him up. khal’kru doesn’t let go until he’s steady on his feet again.
———HE DROPPED TO THE GROUND WITH THE KIND OF FORCE THAT ONLY CAME FROM AN EXHAUSTED BODY. catching his breath, the man heaved himself onto two feet, careful not to stumble as he finally reached the top of the pass.
❝ i’d be luckier if you weren’t so damn hard to find. ❞
“Yep!” She replies. Not that she’d actually received an official order to go (yet) but the last thing she wants is to be left in a mostly-empty headquarters with nothing to do.
“Where is it again?” She asks, hopefully not giving away her plan to lowkey stow away.
———❝ HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO GERMANY? i’m surprised, i didn’t think i’d be back so soon. ❞ he smiled at the thought of that, eating the remainder of his plate as the cafeteria began to clear of its occupants.
❝ it’s in the bavarian alps. i hear its one of the biggest extractions they’ve had so far, they want all hands on deck. ❞
eyes of pale violet flicker up from the tablet in which he reads othello . the quiet atmosphere of the cafe that he first arrived in has devolved into hectic chaos as the lunchtime rush hour hits . bewilderment settles over his countenance as he’s so jarringly returned from the land of shakespeare to reality . he feels the temptation to leave rise as the dull cacophony assaults his senses , but his second cup of tea remains mostly full and it seems so wasteful to leave it .
shion catches sight of a stranger , one who gives off the appearance of someone exhausted by life , and after a glance around the busy little cafe to see no open seats , waves him over . with a defenseless smile , the young man offers the seat across from him with a soft shrug , “ you can sit with me , if you’d like . i’m just going to finish my tea and be on my way . ”
———IT WAS A REQUEST HE HADN’T INITIALLY REGISTERED AS BEING DIRECTED TOWARDS HIMSELF. blinking, the man felt a tinge of embarrassment at the revelation: did he really look that tired? he smiled as he set his items down, rubbing his neck momentarily as the lid popped from his cup and welcomed a slew of cream into its contents. he took a frothy sip, somewhat glad for the kindness of a stranger.
❝ thank you, i’ve been trying to find a wifi connection all morning. i’m visiting from no. 5, you see. ❞ it was strange to call it such a name after what had occurred. despite never seeing it for himself, no. 6 had suffered a great calamity on its rise to become the greatest of the utopias. some had called it a punishment, while others sought to ignore the festering underbelly of the city at large and wallow in their own self pity. he didn’t like to involve himself in such matters, as life had merely changed for better or worse.
OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY THIS IS THE BEST COMPLIMENT I COULD HAVE GOTTEN?? LIKE IM NOT USED TO THIS SORT OF THING, BUT I SERIOUSLY MEAN IT WHEN I SAY I’M HUMBLED? ELLIOT IS ONE OF MY OLDEST OCS AND I’VE PUT A LOT OF WORK INTO HIM, SO I’M SO DELIGHTED YOU LIKE HIM ;u; HES ABSOLUTELY MY FAVORITE OC TO WRITE AND TO GET THIS SORT OF FEEDBACK IS LIKE… REALLY REALLY HEARTWARMING!
❛ dankeschön, herr. oh, were you ?? everyone says my britishness always jumps out. ❜ of course harry hart did believe his german was impeccable — he had learned it 40 years ago, a wee lad who could see patterns really well. he still remembered reading all of these grammar books, german and french. dad said i should focus on school, but i digressed, reminisced he. the kingsman looked around, looking for employees that weren’t the younger man — but no one was there. ❛ indeed, i am a tailor. ❜ or something like it, he thought. ❛ well, whatever tailors cut. ❜ skin, for example. with bullets. ❛ fabric. ❜ bulletproof fabric. ❛ do you germans have a different material to cut ?? ❜ joked harry.
———❝ MY LITTLE SHOP RARELY GETS CUSTOMERS. in fact, i’m only here to fill in for the absence of my assistant. ❞ he smiled, dodging the previous question like it had merely confirmed his fears. slow, the man walked as though naturally headed for the back of the shop. lifting the divider, a hand lingered beneath the counter top as he counted the bills left in the register. this was one of his more vulnerable places, too close to home and far from his other occupations.
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