"Kuzco, hurry it up in there! Mah honey's awaitin'!"
"Hey! Don't rush the world's awesomest person!"
Lottie snorts, hiking up the rim of her dress and glaring daggers through the door. Kuzco is the only man she knows who would spend an hour in a bathroom prepping for a rescue mission through some demented mansion. He swears on his life the paparazzi are always on his tail and when they leak photos of him breaking into his neighbor's house, he at least wants to look sexy.
Ugh. Celebrities.
"It ain't gonna make a difference how ya'll look if Hans turns up dead!" She fires into the closed door, rounding on his new agent that apparently lives right down the hall. "And what are ya doing!?"
Wiggins prances along the large bedroom, his fingers daintily brushing down the dresser with a Swiffer Sweeper. "Just tiding up! You can never be too clean!" He hums a little tune to himself, lost in his own little Wiggins world.
Lottie huffs, pacing from one end of the room to the other, mentally reprimanding herself for leaving her purse and phone back in Herman's ballroom. Not that it would make much of a difference; she tried Kuzco's landline, and still no service. Even the wealthiest people in New York can't make phone calls.
She chews on her bottom lip, nerves eating away at her from the inside. Goodness knows what poor Hansy could be enduring in that forsaken house. Trapped inside of a mansion with someone as devilishly evil as her cousin Kristy - The horrors! By this point Kristoff's probably already buried Hans's heart under the basement and is finding a way to pin the death on her! That's just the kind of thing Kristoff- ....wouldn't do.
...Unless he was being persuaded by Sven!
"KUZCO!" She rams her fists against the door, prepared to chop it down with an ax if it comes to that. She knows exactly where Kuzco keeps his axes, too. "Hurry it up in there! We don't have all night!" Frustrated tears burn at the brims of her eyes, which she quickly swipes away. Then she scuttles over the dresser mirror for a quick makeup check. No eyeliner is smeared, perfect!
The bathroom door creaks open, Kuzco lazily stepping back into his bedroom. He's replaced his slippers with black flats, PJs with some T-shirt decorated in various Aztec designs, and he smells. Not bad, just... Interesting.
Did he douse himself in cologne again?
Cologne that expired ten years ago?
Kuzco gazes past Lottie to Wiggins, then back to Lottie, scratching the back of his leg with his foot. "What are we waiting on?"
Lottie scrutinizes him, her face ablaze so red it's actually a shock when steam doesn't shoot from her ears. Lunging forward, she attaches her fingers to his ear and forces him to the hallway, ignoring his protests and cries. "WIGGINS!" She barks, the second man needing no persuasion to follow her out. "Let's get a move on, boys! Hans needs us!"
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Hans hardly gives Lottie a second thought through the entirety of the night.
She's nothing more than a decoy, a scam. A way into the Bjorgman family. A way to the Erindales.
She's was so gullible, agreeing to wait right outside the house for him while everybody evacuated. He'd mentioned he had some quick business to take care of inside and he would see her in a few minutes, but obviously he never returned.
He isn't too worried about her reaction. The phone lines had been cut like he'd ordered, so she won't be able to contact anyone. Besides, she may be crazy, but she's not insane enough to try and rescue him.
