Words at first did not come to me. My only recourse was to cling tighter to her hand. It was as if I had Maeg beside me at that very moment. I…
“It is quite all right — I don’t wish to see you in difficulty either.”
“Let us- err- look, we could talk further with Aeg once we get back. Get things straight, and see what goes from there, yeah?” Airin stumbles her words as she noticed a shimmer in my eyes.
“Yeah- yeah. Sure. I- that too would be good.” I murmured out in agreement as I did my damndest to keep tears from being even more apparent, although I doubt she would be the sort to care.
>supper together, tomorrow.After some moments, we quietly moved away from the topic, and onto that of our own, instead. And I was once again nervy - all be it for different reasons.
The agency had grown even more busy by time we returned - the lounge was packed full of men, and lined with giants; the conditions more similar to a jar of potted fish as opposed to a withdrawing chamber.
Shit. There is way too many ears. I’ll have to see him in the afternoon, then.
“Well~”
“Be seeing you at three, mister Kommgal.” Following a tap on my arm, Airin breathily gives her parting words.
“yes ma’am!--”
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In haste, the reply - and the enthusiasm in which - I gave was not at all my intention. Sweat clings to my back and forehead in an instant. Ugh. If only I could sink into the stairways right now.
“Pft-”
“Mhm.” Airin gives a nod and takes her leave for good. She does a most poor attempt of suppressing her laughter.
(Damn it all.)
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Mercifully, the clients which followed that crank proved far more agreeable and judicious in the use of my time, if only due to the sheer fatigue of waiting around. Whatever the case may be, I welcome it in full; I’d rather two dozen of those folks than defend a single complaint which reached my superiors’ ears - I’m not a tyro anymore. Amnesties come rare, even with documents on my side. And that internal auditor is a whole ‘nother difficulty.
Novice Auditor Kommgal Fanart drawn by Twitter Artist: dodo_sketchDrums - thrice rung - signals the passing of the afternoon’s hours, and the beginning of a brief respite for the agency fellows; that of thirty minutes.
Joining us at a coffee vendor nearby Nagel Company’s offices is - of course a Aeg, but Thongla as well. It’s quite the occasion to see him outside the workshop; Aeg must’ve told him about our doings.
An auditor.
A legal advisor.
A slavecatcher.
And a tattoo artist.
The departments, all wrapped up in one place. This ought to be wondrous.
