honeybelon:
“in a school for spies, i’d be surprised if no one was looking for anyone’s secrets. i thought the main gist of what we’re doing here is to be nosy?” or so honey would say, if only to justify herself being nosy. “honestly, i feel like i’m an open book to at least our headmistress, so i’ve stopped thinking about that a long time ago.”
“i guess that’s good,” he replies, looking to his hands, “i don’t know if i have anything to hide, but i’m sure my father does... not that it’s important here, though.”












