@PoisonP0int Leaning forward slightly, hands resting in his knees. Looking them up and down, eyes narrowing a bit.
โYou didnโt answer me, why am I distracting you, Seraph? Answer truthfully for your boss.~โ
@PoisonP0int A heavy sigh as he sits himself on his desk, right in front of them. Leering down at them, a hand reaching up to adjust his glasses.
โNo, Iโm not firing you. However, Iโve noticedโฆ a distraction. You do good work, but lately Iโve seen you falter whenever I am present. Why?~โ โจ
@monarchdarling A slow raise of his brow with how quick andโฆ emphatic her offer came. Amusing.~
โOh? I suppose I could your expertise then, Bettina.โ
An affirming nod, and the smallest of smirks.
โShall we take a look around?โ
Heโs talking a walk through the back streets of Lumiose, a cigarette between his fingers leaving the smallest trail of smoke behind him.
Occasionally stopping to investigate a market stallโs wares.
@monarchdarling โHmโฆโ
Flicking his cigarette to the ground and extinguishing it with his heel, scanning his surrounding a bit.
โI was hoping to find inspiration for dinner. Though, Iโm remembering how poor of a chef I am as I look at these ingredientsโฆโ
@monarchdarling His attention shifts to the woman as he takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke off to the side.
โYes, well, it gets quite boring sending my people off do everything for me, so I thought a bit of shopping might do me good. Fresh air, and all that.โ
@PoisonP0int Once theyโre seated, Corbeau slowly rises to his feet. Taking slow steps around the desk towards them, hands crossed behind his back.
โIs there a reason I should be firing you?โ
He inquires, analyzing them as he speaks.
@PoisonP0int Beckoning them to approach before gesturing to the seat opposite him.
โTake a seat, Seraph. Iโd like toโฆ discuss something.โ
Crossing a leg over the other as he watches them approach.
@PoisonP0int Glancing up from his mug. Taking one last sip before setting it on the desk.
โLock the door behind you, I want no interruptions.โ
Sitting up slightly, arms resting atop the wooden surface before him.
Clearly growing frazzled, his entire face red as a tomato.
โIโ Youโ I donโt often presume or spend much time thinking about such things with people I hardly knowโ!!โ
Pulling his fogging-up glasses off his face to wipe them on his coat.
H u f f.