outside a fire exit at the louvre, ft. @ofchampagnetears
There was something to be said for the ability to master both outlandishness and subtlety. Tobias was not quite the master of the latter, but an uneventful night thus far made him think he was getting ever closer; to be able to break a supposed silence with the full force of his personality was always a treat, but to do it well required the ability to go unnoticed. Even if it did hurt his ego.
Amber was missing in action; Floraigh was too busy with her fiancé, and too many other people around wanted to kill him. Still, he was slightly surprised to find the female Morgan twin (though her name escaped him) lurking outside in the Parisian night as he rummaged around for a cigarette.
“Got a lighter?” He asked, lamenting that his was, in fact, in the pocket of his coat, “I’ve never seen so many people pretend to care about art in one room.” He squinted in the dim light, “wait, aren’t you the one who threatened Floraigh with a knife? Nice one.”