[OTA] Casual Sketches

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Elisha isn't in his office. He's not in his rooms, either, or his studio for that matter. If someone was looking for the King of Clubs, they'd have to go through all the usual suspects and some of the more unusual ones - the training rooms, the kitchens, the offices of the other Club Faces - before they came across him in a secluded corner of Club Castle's vast library. It's not the worst place to do paperwork. But he's not doing paperwork, of course. More...doodling. Faces instead of shapes, this time. There's one of Eileen, one of Hadyn, and maybe a few other random and not so random people. As like as not, they won't ever develop into anything more than this, but it's relaxing.

It gets his mind off everything else for a few moments, at least. At least, until someone finds his hiding place. Or, hey, maybe the library will sprout a picturesque cottage. Anything, apparently, is possible.

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Elisha nodded at that, and he didn't even sigh. "I'll miss you," he admitted, though. "Bring me back something?"

There was no harm, after all, in getting away from all of this. Just for a bit.

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"I'll try not to be gone forever, then." He said softly, before smirking just a little and tipping his head ever slightly away from Elisha.

"I'll try to think up something suitable to bring you. Or just text you pictures of myself in random places."

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"Naked pictures?" He was joking, of course, or teasing, at least, and that was clear from the curve to his lips. "A better view of the Champs Elysees than most of them."

He would miss Hadyn, but...he supposed he could use the extra time to try to figure out a way out of this problem they were in. Or worry about the other things he worried about before Hadyn.

"We should drag Victor and Zoe out for dinner before you go. I haven't heard 'Your Majesty' in every sentence for a while."