"...Really." It wasn't a question, it was worded more like a statement- one that oozes of deadpanned annoyance to the absurdity of the situation. Yes, it was only a matter of time that their paths would cross, considering he and the OIA were under TOPS, after all- Still...
How baffling that he was secretly assigned to her security detail in particular. The other half of Icarus...
"...How do you want me to call you?" He blurted out, casually. Hands buried beneath the pockets of his coat. "Miss Truvia? Lady Truvia? Nerdy Truvia? Icarus?" Yeah, no way in HELL Basil would want to be exposed in public with her. So why not have a little bit of fun with it until the eventual transfer after this mission is done, hmm? - @boomymania
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, her face composed even as her eyes narrowed slightly. of all the people the OIA could have assigned to her, it had somehow come down to one of the very few who could have made the situation more convoluted than it already was. apparently, time had done nothing to improve basil’s attitude.
❝ unless you'd like for me to call you mister basileus, sir basileus, average basileus, eurylochus, truvia will suffice. ❞
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, already on the move to get matters situated before things would get a little too out of hand. phaethon had a method down on handling basil back in the days ⸻ she, however, did not.
❝ considering you have been chosen to follow my lead, i suggest you begin programming yourself into obeying accordingly, so this operation can maneuver by smoothly without hiccups. you wouldn't like to stick around nerdy truvia for too long, now would you .ᐣ.ᐣ ❞