@vibrainiium
He leans casually against the entrance of Shuri’s laboratory with the smallest of mischievous curves on lips. It is not the smile that belongs upon the face of a man charged with the security of their beloved nation’s borders; it is a smile of a boy ready to cause trouble.
“Shuri, my princess,” he loudly whispers with as much grim seriousness as he can muster over the rhythmic drums of her preferred playlist, “Your brother sends me to play an industrial spy upon your latest insidious weapons against him!”










