Macarons. From the snake Lup's bakehouse, [he explains abruptly as he sweeps through the doorway, his invitation granted. He sweeps further into the entryway and finds a bare spot on a sideboard to place the parcel.] But don't open them for my sake.
[Javert removes his cap, his thick hair wild and a bit mussed from his mornings ride. He rakes his claws through, a rudimentary righting of his looks, and tilts his face meaningfully toward the cat, throwing his face in shadow save for the narrow slits of his gleaming read eyes.]
We are talking business, and I should like to keep it brief. So let us cut to the heart of it, shall we? You told me you doubt cooperation efforts. Why?
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Date: 2023-09-13 01:26 pm (UTC)[Javert removes his cap, his thick hair wild and a bit mussed from his mornings ride. He rakes his claws through, a rudimentary righting of his looks, and tilts his face meaningfully toward the cat, throwing his face in shadow save for the narrow slits of his gleaming read eyes.]
We are talking business, and I should like to keep it brief. So let us cut to the heart of it, shall we? You told me you doubt cooperation efforts. Why?