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──── ' make room!!! '──── [CH. XXII] ✦ ˚
" i stole the gun. "
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THE HANDLER SLURPS OBNOXIOUSLY ON HER WATER. "And that's how Phul determined that the archduke just had to go. Care for dessert?"
Ophira leans back in their chair, glancing around The Handler's office. A high, double-suited bookshelf sits behind The Handler herself, filled to the brim with books. In the centre is a gold-adorned fireplace, suitable for the cold winters. A mirror is the centrepiece, reflecting the other half of the woman's suite.
Five reaches forward to place his empty cup of coffee onto the desk they sit behind, giving a firm yet polite shake of his head. "I had a bad Twinkie in the apocalypse once. It kind of put me off desserts."
"Please, indulge me. Ophira?" The Handler nudges a bowl of candies forward toward the duo.
"Gladly." The young woman takes a candy with gentle fingers, primarily out of politeness. They take time to unwrap it, eyeing it cautiously. Would The Handler be so foolish as to poison them?
Five hesitates himself, before inclining forward to take one of his own. A soft sigh exits him as he unwraps it, before popping a piece into his mouth. Ophira, on the other hand, isn't so trusting of the confectionery, running it past their lips to grab a taste.
