[The click of Wriothesley's boots against the marble floor as he approaches the Red Cardinal. The boxer also did not care to dress to his rank. Did not care to fit whatever image a rank 4 is supposed to be bowing their head to. He dresses almost as though a foil to Pinocchio. Where the other dresses in whites and navy blues, Wriothesley dresses in blacks and wine reds. A black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a wine red waistcoat with gold thread embroidered in lavish detailing. Slacks tucked into calf high boots that click against the floor.
He smiles easily as he sees the other.]
Hello, darling. I hope I didn't make you wait long. [A teasing little pet name as he approaches the other.]
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He smiles easily as he sees the other.]
Hello, darling. I hope I didn't make you wait long. [A teasing little pet name as he approaches the other.]