Apr 17
Our Flag Is Red
"Where is he?" Instead of any greeting, those were Daniel's first words upon seeing Armand. He'd crossed the room to confront him, a calm to his voice that was obviously forced.
They were in a lobby, there were guests around them, some of them glancing their way. Between Armand looking like Armand and them being the owners, getting attention was not surprising, though aggravating at the moment.
Daniel had been out today, off the island. On the mainland and mostly without A/C. He hadn't bothered changing, the humidity of the season clinging to him like his sweat made his shirt cling to his torso. His voice he had managed to regulate, yet his expression showed obvious signs of aggravation.