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Peeks in the second drawer of his desk. Only the tiniest peek.
Though it is often said that fate blesses the brave, one cannot neglect that the statement only holds true if one is on the right side of history. Inside the tiny wooden drawer, there is little eccentricity to be found. The compartment is well-kept. Clean. Organized. But if one rummages just one bit, they shall be granted the right to shout "Eureka!" upon finding a white envelope mixed between white sheets of paper.
It is not sealed yet — a sign that something has yet to be added inside. Or that perhaps what is already inside still requires a few modifications. Time shall tell. Next to it is a purple crayon. Curious.
Even if Signe takes just the tiniest peek, it is still a peek. Does she not have other stuff to tend to? Such as the neat documents on top of the table. Being a cavalry captain does come with responsibility. To think she would view him as laidback...
«What a pity. All those pretty documents calling out your name, just for you to ignore them. Shamelessly snooping, are we? While on duty, no less. Tsk tsk tsk...» Though it is playful, there is a hint of disapproval in his voice.
«I expected more of you, Signe. I respected your wishes of not causing any ruckus in the library or accidentally misplacing any tomes. Was it so hard to respect mine?»
