;friendly.
Finding a suitable lawyer for his personal paperwork was both a necessary errand and a chore. The company had a multitude of attorneys and paralegals at their disposal, all employed and groomed to get things filed and put together at a moment's notice. In France Taemin himself had even been licensed as a notary for the sheer ease of moving business along. It looked nice on paper and in the records to have some things done outside of the complex, though. Taemin was, if anything, very skilled at going the extra mile to insure nothing led back to anywhere without a confusing mess in between. It tended to throw people off the trail.
The firm he had selected was decent enough; efficient and didn't make things a hassle. Ordinarily he would have had his documents filed and been on his way, but for some reason he continued to come back, an unending supply of little deeds and titles in tow.
The reason's name, he quickly gleaned, was Lee Jinki.
Letting himself into the lobby of the firm Taemin unbuttoned his jacket, carefully pushing windblown bangs from his eyes and tapping the bell on the counter with practiced ease. A black folder of various ownership paperwork pertaining to the house being transferred into his name is casually tossed down. He knew who would answer him at this time in the evening. With that in mind he inhaled the warm, cozy air, filling frigid lungs with it and knowing color would be fading back into his cheeks. Spending time in and away from the snow with Jinki suited his purposes. By now it was a comfortable arrangement, looking every bit friendly and amiable.