[Never before has a man looked so very endearing while thinking about an amputated foot traipsing around his house and trying to escape. This is definitely a world record- a worlds record- and Constantin does what anyone would do: leans up from his lap to kiss him on the cheek about it.]
In that case, I wish her all the best. Should she hop down to the Embassy, I will help her with the paperwork.
[Hah... now, as for this house, it's certainly not tiny... Constantin looks at the mirror again, still looping his New Serene memory.]
The ground floor and the one above are offices for myself and my staff, and the reception room to entertain annoying ambassadors. [Which sucks and he hates doing that, but c'est la vie.] My actual living space is solely the third floor.
[Constantin reaches for his hand to hold again, thinking and trying not to dip back into the deep melancholy over... architecture.]
My most fastidious defender, always looking out for me— worry not! I like this house.
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Date: 2021-08-14 03:47 pm (UTC)In that case, I wish her all the best. Should she hop down to the Embassy, I will help her with the paperwork.
[Hah... now, as for this house, it's certainly not tiny... Constantin looks at the mirror again, still looping his New Serene memory.]
The ground floor and the one above are offices for myself and my staff, and the reception room to entertain annoying ambassadors. [Which sucks and he hates doing that, but c'est la vie.] My actual living space is solely the third floor.
[Constantin reaches for his hand to hold again, thinking and trying not to dip back into the deep melancholy over... architecture.]
My most fastidious defender, always looking out for me— worry not! I like this house.