( How the researcher reminds her of a certain color... How Ironic. )
Without protective measures in place, can you truly say that still?
( raising up fingers, debating on which abnormalities to set free from their books.)
Hands grip onto his thighs, noting the toned muscle beneath fabric. Is she supposed to shove her face onto crotch? Seems a little immature... Pushing self more, teeth gripping zipper, tugging it down slowly.
Golden optics study him. Sorry fixer, your job today is sex 101!
What a pity, Angela expected to be the one ravaged, with clothes thrown on the floor. A sigh escapes, fingers unbuttoning her blouse, giving Sumeragi's sight to collect.
"Hm? Did you decide to become a good boy?" Maybe a reward is in order. Walking over him, getting on knees.
"Your will, my command..!"
... Sumeragi being compliant with somebody's orders was something rarer than a blue moon, to be quite honest.
The Fixer acquiesces to her command, taking his seat & hitting Angela with the 'well, what now?' look.
Lips pursed. Eyebrows raised. -
Confusion strikes robotic's facial expression, puzzled by his odd slang words. Was her assets that /noteable/? Given who mother ( C ) is, it's no surprise that Angela is well-endowed.
Fingers reach for his shirt, tugging him down, "Get on the chair and sit like a good boy."
Yet, I still exist, dear former agent.
Tell me, do you plan on hunting down abnormalities? Mayhaps, breaking them out should be a fun work-out session.
@amaskedfollower ( with his extended hand, raised right hand giving a firm shake towards him. )
I was led to believe that the city has long forgotten the impact the library left behind. ( thus by doing so, Angela has been removed as a turning cog in their clock, leaving an hole to be ->
@amaskedfollower ( expression ever sharpen, harden. discarding such customer service, with Roland's advice ever heeded.
raising gloves, thumb meeting center. )
A pleasure to meet you Rien. My name is Angela, the director of the library.
How many I assist you?