[🌟] Amber eyes watched the other carefully. His own creased paper forgotten. This person seemed really bent on proving that seven times rule false. Vivi didn’t think it would be possible, “Y-You really think so?” Vivi gave him credit for determination.
❛ well, sure! i mean, it’s just paper, right? how hard can it be? ❜
HE DOESN’T KNOW what he’s getting into when he pulls a thin leaflet out of his pocket, political propaganda passed out the street he hadn’t the courage to reject. he spreads it flat and gets to folding, the glossy sheet thickening and shrinking within his hands. five and—
❛ ——uh. hm. ❜ ( the pressed mass pushes back at his pinching fingers. what the heck. ) ❛ maybe it’s because i started with a rectangle . . . ? ❜
He supposes that, despite the way it looks, Timber does have something of a labyrinthine quality to it. How this guy has managed to miss it on the way in, though, is not something Kael decides to ask. (Perhaps the building is just more obvious when you’re used to it being there?)
“ I guess you can just follow me or whatever. It’s not exactly far from here. ”
❛ hey, thanks a bunch! i really appreciate it. ❜
IT SEEMS NO MATTER where he goes these days, an escort is an unavoidable part of his routine — of course, it’s his prerogative this time, company elected for on his own bare terms, and the change is welcome. his hands are resting in pockets of his khakis, wrists balanced on the fold. it’s nice, not to lead sometimes.
❛ ——so, what’s timber been like lately? quiet? haven’t heard much about this place since the whole hostage president ordeal a while back. ❜
