[There was something novel about an invitation to dinner. It's the first he'd ever received in Aefenglom—and one of the few he'd received in Fódlan, too. Very few people were eager to dine with the Emperor's watchdog, and his fellows in arms (no, friends) were those few people, usually trying to drag him out of his office to ensure he ate during the war.]
[Hubert hardly reactions to Nico suddenly appearing in the door, swearing and startling, beyond a small arch of his brow and a quirk to one edge of his mouth. He's started smiling and acting like himself again, gradually—Bonding again had done much to alleviate his losses.]
My, that's a welcome I haven't heard in quite some time. I'm not here to audit your taxes. [He chuckles, stepping in as invited and casting a cursory glance around. He's dressed perhaps too formally for the occasion, but, well, Hubert dressed like that every day. There's a sizable bottle of amber liquor tucked under his other arm.]
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[Hubert hardly reactions to Nico suddenly appearing in the door, swearing and startling, beyond a small arch of his brow and a quirk to one edge of his mouth. He's started smiling and acting like himself again, gradually—Bonding again had done much to alleviate his losses.]
My, that's a welcome I haven't heard in quite some time. I'm not here to audit your taxes. [He chuckles, stepping in as invited and casting a cursory glance around. He's dressed perhaps too formally for the occasion, but, well, Hubert dressed like that every day. There's a sizable bottle of amber liquor tucked under his other arm.]
I apologize if I'm too early.