[ it's not a long trek back to his office, a boon granted by the particular design chosen by the original architect of meropide. being central to every part of the fortress means being able to run out and back at a moment's notice—and also being able to usher the chief justice to relative privacy during times like these. ]
What, walk around topless for everyone to see? Only on special occasions, and what could possibly be more special than a visit from Fontaine's very own Chief Justice.
[ there's a wolfish hint to his smile, a teasing lilt to his voice.
through the solid doors to the duke's office, and then up the metal stairs to his desk, and then it's a matter of gesturing for neuvillette to take a seat as he hunts for a towel to dry off with. ]
But if you mean Pankration, every now and then. It's a good way to work off some steam while getting a pulse check on things around here firsthand, instead of waiting for someone to deliver a report to my desk.
[ sigewinne might not approve, but they've long since come to a tacit understanding that he's allowed to get his punches in so long as he exercises some restraint. speaking of restraint—he really ought to put on a shirt, instead of walking around with nothing but trousers and a towel slung around his neck. confidence or no, personal relationship or no, this is a business meeting until proven otherwise. and neuvillette, standing there in his flawless robes looking almost otherworldly against the mechanical backdrop of his office, makes him even more keenly aware of his own state of undress.
so! off with the towel, and on with threading one arm through an empty shirtsleeve. though most of the sweat has since dried or been toweled off, there's still a healthy flush to his skin and a faint sheen under the dim light. ]
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What, walk around topless for everyone to see? Only on special occasions, and what could possibly be more special than a visit from Fontaine's very own Chief Justice.
[ there's a wolfish hint to his smile, a teasing lilt to his voice.
through the solid doors to the duke's office, and then up the metal stairs to his desk, and then it's a matter of gesturing for neuvillette to take a seat as he hunts for a towel to dry off with. ]
But if you mean Pankration, every now and then. It's a good way to work off some steam while getting a pulse check on things around here firsthand, instead of waiting for someone to deliver a report to my desk.
[ sigewinne might not approve, but they've long since come to a tacit understanding that he's allowed to get his punches in so long as he exercises some restraint. speaking of restraint—he really ought to put on a shirt, instead of walking around with nothing but trousers and a towel slung around his neck. confidence or no, personal relationship or no, this is a business meeting until proven otherwise. and neuvillette, standing there in his flawless robes looking almost otherworldly against the mechanical backdrop of his office, makes him even more keenly aware of his own state of undress.
so! off with the towel, and on with threading one arm through an empty shirtsleeve. though most of the sweat has since dried or been toweled off, there's still a healthy flush to his skin and a faint sheen under the dim light. ]
But what can I do for you, Monsieur Neuvillette?