Azura blinked, bewildered and still trying to process the blur of events that led her to being shoved into this small, enclosed space with the redhead. Well, it looked like they were going to be stuck a while, so she shrugged and broke the awkward silence with, "You smell nice.."
It was hard not to laugh when that was her choice of words. No ‘Hi, it’s been a while,’ or ‘what are you up to these days.’ To be fair, this was probably the closest she’d ever been to him, and with a face full of his hair that might have been the first thing on her mind.
“Nice to see you again too” he chuckled. “Also it’s a custom blend, this shampoo.” He twirled a lock of red hair between his finger as he spoke. “This one’s new actually. So you like it?”
Technically speaking, the closet was not his first choice of reunion spaces, but apparently he and Azura were not fit to be seen by whoever had come into the room. If he had to guess, it was probably someone a little too loyal to the old Pope, someone his informant didn’t want drawing any conclusions about why the Chosen was in the room. Azura had been a surprise in general, he hadn’t seen her in months, maybe over a year.
“I can hazard a guess why my company is undesired at the moment, but what did you do to deserve being stuffed in here with me?”
