Chapter 35: Arc 2, - 13: Pretences of Formality
"Uhh..." Jotou gaped, dumbfounded.
"Oh? We're no longer acting?" Asobi's voice squeaked out of the Fumeko that stood beside them.
"What did you two do?" Hotaru ears pricked up.
"Hold on; we can discuss in my office," Azveal paused their little debacle. His eyes pointed to their surroundings, the lit polished walls.
Listening to him, they walked silently back to the elevator. It went up till the penultimate floor. Dizziness was bound for anybody that decided to peer over the railings.
He opened his office doors; not neat, but not a mess. Papers were strewn about tables, his desk had barely any room for elbows and a few chairs were prepared in front of them.
The high ceiling and the well-lit interior made them swivel their heads. Red carpeting and gold inlays upon a set of sofas on either side of the room before glass cases filled with books made up the walls.
He closed the door behind him once they were all in, "We can continue our discussion," he sauntered towards his desk, his shoulders now more relaxed.
The two Fumeko-s blinked at each other before Hotaru and Jotou glared at them. "I told Asobi to be me for a bit so I can sneak around and gather some intel," Fumeko rolled her eyes.
"Well that's obvious, she was nice," Jotou mocked.
"Hey!"