We all need to be reminded occasionally, was his solemn reply. And they did. Or, at least, that had been his experience. The most dedicated and devoted agents usually needed someone to keep them realistic. Thankfully, they all seemed to do that for each other on a regular basis. Leaning forward, he plopped his phone on her coffee table, in the hopes that it would keep him from constantly toying with it. It was just an added bonus that he wouldn’t be tempted to interrupt their conversation by texting Ferran. He’s okay though. A thoughtful pause as his gaze lingered on his phone. Especially now that he has Tessa.
Nikolai huffed in amusement when she teased him about his social life and rolled his eyes, partially in mockery of himself. It was true. He had his fair share of friends, more than might be expected for someone so aloof, but to say he was overly social wouldn’t be entirely true. And it might be true that it was characterizations more by frustration than fun lately. His hands rolled the mug back and forth, his fingertips idly brushing over the rim.
I do and that sounds like an amazing idea. You would look amazing. He drummed his fingers against the side of his cup, contemplating the costume concept in his head. I can’t wait to see the dress. I’d suggest a wig, probably, unless you want to leave white powder on everything. His nose wrinkled in distaste at the idea of leaving a film behind on everything. Making a mess of his clothes and person in the name of art was something he did often, nearly daily in fact, but when there was such an elegant alternative available for a costume, the messy route hardly seemed ideal.