34﹕ sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be . / raglan >:)
"cou-cou, raglan."
marcel greets in a cheerful tone, hovering over the man's shoulder in an attempt to surprise him. it was a pleasant sight, finding raglan james in paris during a time in which most tourists migrated to warmer parts of the world. some people would have called this a happy coincidence. marcel would have agreed with the first half.
the frenchman glanced around the lobby of the gallery. plenty of sharp-dressed people had showed up to the event to get a good look of the new space, maybe ogle at some subpar modern art, sip on some free champagne...but his fellow agent held no alcohol in his hand. and marcel could not help but notice that dear raglan's attention had not been captured by any of the canvases hanging on the walls. he widened his eyes as he patted the other man on the back. "but what a surprise to find you here! you should have called, i'd have booked us a table somewhere." his excitement and following disappointment appear genuine.
but it is an act. the reason marcel had been sent there was due to the suspicion that a certain vampire with capitalist tendencies which often guided him towards art investments, would be there that evening. the paris motherhouse was interested in observing whether his presence there would attract others of his kind whose intentions might prove to be malicious --- and marcel suspected that might be the same reason raglan james had crossed the english channel.
something shifted in the french agent's expression as he examined the other's features. his lips continued to smile pleasantly. marcel's eyes, however, did not. "you're not being naughty, are you?"
