Septième
[It's been weeks now, and Spy's raccoon tan has finally faded. He's fallen into the schedule at his 'job', doesn't mind his family all that much (except for his insufferably happy drone son), and is generally starting to get the hang of life in Mayfield. He certainly can't be called happy, but he's not wallowing in despair either.
Early on this bright Saturday morning, Spy decides that he wants to get out of the house and do something -- in the company of someone else. Quelle horror!]
[Phone; Filtered to Milla Vodello]
Madame, I was wondering if you would like to meet me in zhe park to talk about... ah... n'importe quoi. Eet is a lovely day, and eet would be a crime to waste eet inside.
{ooc: Did he just ask Milla on a date? Sort of. Those who know him will know better. This post isn't locked to Milla; feel free to meet him at the park before she arrives, or even on his way there.}
Early on this bright Saturday morning, Spy decides that he wants to get out of the house and do something -- in the company of someone else. Quelle horror!]
[Phone; Filtered to Milla Vodello]
Madame, I was wondering if you would like to meet me in zhe park to talk about... ah... n'importe quoi. Eet is a lovely day, and eet would be a crime to waste eet inside.
{ooc: Did he just ask Milla on a date? Sort of. Those who know him will know better. This post isn't locked to Milla; feel free to meet him at the park before she arrives, or even on his way there.}