Performance Review ll Autumn and Archer
It was a bit odd to her that Archer seemed out of place. It was of course uncommon that admins went on field, but if Autumn was good at anything it was blending in. As the pinkette strolled with Archer, she pad no attention to the girls oogling at Archer, or the guys that were giving her sideways glances. She was too preoccupied with the thought of a Castellia Cone and spending time with him. She found herself oddly excited about it all, really.
"Oh! I bet you’d like—"
Autumn was cut off when she found Archer’s arm around her shoulders. She tried to focus on something besides hoping that the burning of her cheeks wasn’t incredibly obvious.
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She gives off a laugh that sounds very real. Which is only on the plus side, of course. The grunt is probably the opposite of Archer in terms of acting; lying. While the superior is good at it, he doesn't find it particularly easy to do. With practice comes perfection. It's ironic how he's roped in an industry of deceit yet he dislikes exactly that. He fakes a fit of chuckles and looks at the pink-haired girl. Believable, she is, impressing the executive.
"Team Flare?" she asks, furrowing her brow. He nods once, twice, thrice. It's almost odd, he thinks. But he shuts that thought off like a light switch because he's seen weirder teams than just the fashion sense-lacking Team Flare. That one gang wreaking havoc in Sinnoh, dressed in space suits in one event Archer can't find himself to forget. No matter how many times he tells himself to. It's a thought like permanent marker on a dry-erase board.
"Well, boss? Are we following them? They might be up to something, or at the very least they might be headed back to their hideout. No one seems to notice their hideout. No one seems to notice their presence, so it wouldn't seem odd. Besides, Castelia Cones can wait."
"We're going to tail 'em," he whispers with a smile, lacing his fingers with hers in attempt to look more natural.















