@TheHornedFrog thenโฆ" Sheโs slowly skimming the backs of books with her curious fingertip.
"โฆthere is something I vill 'ave to ask your 'elp vith."
@TheHornedFrog "If my vicked little memory does not deceive me yet againโฆ you used to keep a divine brand of whiskey," she responds airily, slipping off the desk and away, perhaps a little swiftly, and in a heartbeat, sheโs gracefully slunk over to a bookshelf. "I vould adore some of it, and ยป
Courtesy of feline senses, she doesnโt need eyes in the back of her head to know sheโs currently being ๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ on at the bar, and so unabashedly, tooโธปmy.
"Vhere I am from, it is not gentlemanly to stare~,โ she coos across her shoulder, stirring the olive in her martini.
@MegumiBakufu more than anyone know, you never know vhen and vhere you are swept off to next. The curse and thrill of this profession~ non?"
She raises her glass, hovering it near Megumiโs.
"To us, ma chรจre, for always finding each other again in this ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข*."
(* = crazy world)
@MegumiBakufu ice cubes, and she returns with two filled martini coupes, setting one down on the vanity table for Megumi, and sliding on a velvet stool facing her, her own martini in hand.
"Vell, I 'ope so~ after spending so much time away in Italy, I 'ave missed Japan. 'oweverโฆ you ยป
@TheHornedFrog Merci to ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด companion of mineโฆ I 'ave lost many old memories, and lose new ones time and time again."
She runs a nail down her exposed craned neck. Perhaps he remembers the scar she showed him last time, courtesy of her kidnappers.
Lifting a shoulder into a quick ยป
This kittenโs been swept off to New Orleans โ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ, during Mardi Gras; masks and sparkly dresses are involved. If you know her at all, youโll figure sheโs probably having a blast while at it.
Until very soon~ mwah!
Oh, that has her slinking out of the woodwork, non? โก
Girl, she has an entire ๐๐๐๐ filled with haute couture for Leila. And boxes of Godiva, straight from Paris. And โฆ something to confess, too.
@TheHornedFrog She tilts her head at the question, smiling mischievously, with a twinkle in jade-green eyes. "Maybe. I 'ave my ways of getting where I want~"
Crossing one thigh over the other, she watches him curiously.
"Oh oui? You 'ave my attention."
Sliding onto the edge of his desk out of seemingly nowhere, a gloved, silver-claw nailed hand splayed out over a pile of his notes.
"Bonjour.
Not interrupting, am I?"