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𝘿𝙊𝙉 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝘿𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙀 ‣ 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕-𝘛𝘠𝘗𝘌 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙 ‣ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 / 𝘉𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘟𝘜𝘈𝘓 ‣ #PokemonRP ‣ 𝙏𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘿!

Leaning forward slightly, hands resting in his knees. Looking them up and down, eyes narrowing a bit. “You didn’t answer me, why am I distracting you, Seraph? Answer truthfully for your boss.~”

He lets out soft groan as he rubs the back of his neck, grimacing. “Hmph… I need a softer mattress, or something…” A little yawn.

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. “No, I’m not firing you. However, I’ve noticed… a distraction. You do good work, but lately I’ve seen you falter whenever I am present. Why?~” ✨

. . . “You’re staring.”

A slow raise of his brow with how quick and… emphatic her offer came. Amusing.~ “Oh? I suppose I could your expertise then, Bettina.” An affirming nod, and the smallest of smirks. “Shall we take a look around?”

“Hm…” Flicking his cigarette to the ground and extinguishing it with his heel, scanning his surrounding a bit. “I was hoping to find inspiration for dinner. Though, I’m remembering how poor of a chef I am as I look at these ingredients…”

He’s out and about, taking advantage of the quiet nighttime streets to walk and think undisturbed.

His attention shifts to the woman as he takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke off to the side. “Yes, 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.”

Once they’re seated, Corbeau slowly rises to his feet. Taking slow steps around the desk towards them, hands crossed behind his back. “Is there a reason I should be firing you?” He inquires, analyzing them as he speaks.

Beckoning them to approach before gesturing to the seat opposite him. “Take a seat, Seraph. I’d like to… discuss something.” Crossing a leg over the other as he watches them approach.

Glancing up from his mug. Taking one last sip before setting it on the desk. “Lock the door behind you, I want no interruptions.” Sitting up slightly, arms resting atop the wooden surface before him.

H u f f. See me in my office later— Word of this reaches /no one/. Understood?

. . . You do good work for me. You may be included. If you wish— 💧

. . . Seraph—

B l i n k. “I— I’m still not having my people do your tasks without proper payment—!” 💢

Clearly growing frazzled, his entire face red as a tomato. “I— You— I don’t often presume or spend much time thinking about such things with people I hardly know—!!” Pulling his fogging-up glasses off his face to wipe them on his coat. H u f f.

A view only a select few are ever graced with… 💜

Nearly choking on his own spit, his face turning bright red. “Ah, I… see—” Eyes darting off to the side as he clears his throat.