Wil huffed, but kept his cool. Mostly.
“That's what you take away from this? We just 'ad to fight for our lives, 'ave both been injured and you notice we didn't punch in on time?” He glanced down at the embroidery she was working on. “Nice stitches,” he said casually, a genuine observation - not that he was terribly informed about needlework or what it entailed - but Asphodel was doing a good job at keeping the threads consistent in size and tension. He knew that much. He'd had artsy girlfriends.
Beside him, Adam opened his mouth to say something but his words were interrupted by another agent appearing in the doorway, looking very Noir in his usual attire of fedora, worn suit and trench coat. His name was Marlowe and he'd been around a while, but not as long as the mummy or the vamp. He smiled a winning smile, which was slightly lopsided and a touch higher on the left, at Asphodel. He removed his hat, revealing a nice, thick head of dark, wavy hair.
“Miss Malvolia, sorry to interrupt, but we gotta flock of pixies pissed about some numbskull who made the mistake of litterin' in the park. We don't need a bunch of rubbernecks or newshawks gettin' involved with this, never mind the cops...”
Adam glanced at his two companions before offering to clock himself and Wil in for their shift and take a look into the pixie situation. As he passed Marlowe, the Noir Exchange agent thanked him, looked back to Asphodel and said, “Nice stitches,” before following Adam.
“That's what you take away from this? We just 'ad to fight for our lives, 'ave both been injured and you notice we didn't punch in on time?” He glanced down at the embroidery she was working on. “Nice stitches,” he said casually, a genuine observation - not that he was terribly informed about needlework or what it entailed - but Asphodel was doing a good job at keeping the threads consistent in size and tension. He knew that much. He'd had artsy girlfriends.
Beside him, Adam opened his mouth to say something but his words were interrupted by another agent appearing in the doorway, looking very Noir in his usual attire of fedora, worn suit and trench coat. His name was Marlowe and he'd been around a while, but not as long as the mummy or the vamp. He smiled a winning smile, which was slightly lopsided and a touch higher on the left, at Asphodel. He removed his hat, revealing a nice, thick head of dark, wavy hair.
“Miss Malvolia, sorry to interrupt, but we gotta flock of pixies pissed about some numbskull who made the mistake of litterin' in the park. We don't need a bunch of rubbernecks or newshawks gettin' involved with this, never mind the cops...”
Adam glanced at his two companions before offering to clock himself and Wil in for their shift and take a look into the pixie situation. As he passed Marlowe, the Noir Exchange agent thanked him, looked back to Asphodel and said, “Nice stitches,” before following Adam.