Braxton R. Derrick has a problem with authority. (accessdenied) wrote in wished,
After a morning meeting and an afternoon of socializing with a few patrons of Diamond, Braxton had returned home with the intention of a relaxing evening. He spent a bit of time working out in his personal gym, keeping up his physical strength. He had always been active, and that had never changed. After a shower and changing into semi-casual clothes, he decided that he might take a bit of a fly after dinner.
Heading to the kitchen gave him a surprise, however, because sitting at his table eating what looked to be a very carefully made sandwich was his cousin. His house elf was no where to be seen, so he figured that Niki must have let himself in and made his own food. This was the kind of thing that Brax tolerated a bit begrudgingly.
"Hello, Niki," he said calmly, "I wasn't aware that you were coming," although, his cousin seemed to pop up randomly all the time. Braxton really shouldn't have been surprised anymore, "You know, I do have a house elf that would have made you a sandwich," he felt the need to point it out, to reiterate the things that Niki had once known. He called out for his house elf, Quirk, and smiled a bit. Even if it was a bit unorthodox, Braxton actually liked his house elf, and Quirk adored him, "Dinner, if you would, Quirk. I'll be dining with Niki, so something quick will do."
He took up a seat at the table with his cousin, and tilted his head a bit curiously, "It's been several days since I've seen you. I assume things are well?"