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[ by deliberate and carefully enforced design, either of their offices could indeed be considered the most private place in Fontaine. and for their purposes, an arrangement to visit there is appropriately discrete - the Duke and the Iudex are known meet up for all sorts of reasons, business and personal, amidst their typically frequently correspondence. no reason to blink an eye.

as utterly normal as everything is, Wriothesley still feels strangely warm at the neck when the uniformed Melusine sees him off, closing one set of doors behind him and leaving him to cross the threshold into Neuvillette's office alone. he knows the routine well, but it's as if gravity has shifted under his feet.

free of witnesses, he starts to grin before he even begins to open the door. ]

Monsieur Neuvillette. May I come in?

[ he is already coming in, as he's always done for years. right on time, naturally. ]

thank you! ❤️

[observance]

( no reason to blink an eye, indeed. neuvillette senses wriothesley before the man even pushes the door open, announcing himself as it were, and there's something endearing about the man presuming permission (and rightfully so) before he even enters.

the truth is, wriothesley is always welcome; sought for, even.

that trademark grin makes his heart warm, banishing the lingering apprehension and filling it with a wholly unfamiliar emotion: anticipation, longing, and a depth of affection that surprises even himself. even more delightful, the man remains unerringly punctual. )

Of course, Your Grace.

( the coat is neatly set aside and summarily put out of mind, his expression warmer when he meets those midnight blue eyes. the man is so, so very handsome, and his heart may or may not have skipped a beat. )

You — do we have any business to take care of before we proceed?

( because his heart really isn't on the business part of things. )