( closed ) SIR BORIS, THE FINEST SWORDSMAN IN THE WORLD

[dashing]

WHO: Coupe & Herian
WHAT: mad chats ay
WHEN: a time
WHERE: Herian's office
NOTES: ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫

( She's invited Coupe to come and hang out. Not in as many words, of course, because she was Herian and Coupe was Coupe, but something along the lines of a discussion of recent matters and a drink. If nothing else, Beleth's departure to see to missions for the Nightingale meant that they had to be more civil for the sake of things not being entirely intolerable.

So here's the scene: Herian with a glass of wine, and a corgi that shoots out of the Diplomacy office at the sound of approaching feet, dancing around Coupe as she walks closer. Not in peril of tripping her up, at least, but certainly distracting. )

Franklin, please. ( It doesn't sound like a very energetic or determined reprimand. )