For a moment, Lord El-Melloi II had no words. Roman wasn't the most formal person he had ever met, but neither was he the most casual. This was the equivalent of Flat showing up at his own apartment, only to catch the professor in an Admirable Conquest t-shirt and boxes and not much else.
It was that thought that propelled him forward, how he'd want to handle the situation, that made Lord El-Melloi II utterly gloss over what he was seeing.
"I need an opinion on a matter related to my role going forward."
Formal and to the point. No yelling about underwear or any such nonsense. (God, Lord El-Melloi II hoped Roman had on underwear)
shhhh no apologies only magi mari now
For a moment, Lord El-Melloi II had no words. Roman wasn't the most formal person he had ever met, but neither was he the most casual. This was the equivalent of Flat showing up at his own apartment, only to catch the professor in an Admirable Conquest t-shirt and boxes and not much else.
It was that thought that propelled him forward, how he'd want to handle the situation, that made Lord El-Melloi II utterly gloss over what he was seeing.
"I need an opinion on a matter related to my role going forward."
Formal and to the point. No yelling about underwear or any such nonsense. (God, Lord El-Melloi II hoped Roman had on underwear)