– The chimera groaned and threw his head towards where Deucalion pointed. This was just great. He had stuff to do, places to be… and then he just had to be awkwardly clumsy and trip, into this guy, spill his drink on his shirt and ruin the whole day.
And of course it’s none of those weak people going ‘Oh don’t worry about it.’ No.. it’s one of those other people who actually open their mouth and let you know how stupid you are. And it’s e m b a r r a s s i n g.
He could just run off, but… something tells him he really shouldn’t try that.
“Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” Theo mumbled before heading off toward the building. “I still think this is a little over dramatic.. What kind of meeting is it, anyway. Having lunch with the Queen of England?”
Duke strides off, quickly walking over to the laundromat and entering. He looks around for an available washing machine, and after politely asking a nearby woman for a dash of soap he points to the machine. “ There you go, we’ll use that one. ” Unbuttoning his shirt, he grimaces at the red spot on his belly where the burn had healed. “ Actually, my meeting with her was last week, thank goodness. I wouldn’t dare be late if I was going to see her. She’s quite... particular. No, this meeting today is more personal. ”