[ Yep. Work. He totally knows how to delegate but micromanagement.
A tap on the shoulder. ] Yeah, Mo--
[ Blink. ]
Uh, yeah sure let me go get my-- [ head turning sharply at the sound of voices that he's pretty sure weren't invited. Smoothly maneuvering himself to move close to the rail to check and then lips pursed because yep.
He was handed the guest list for a reason.
Scanning for his father and unable to locate, which meant rounds. ]
Let me handle this. [ He turns back to the girl, nods. And then shifts neatly into fox form to bound down the stairs. ]
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A tap on the shoulder. ] Yeah, Mo--
[ Blink. ]
Uh, yeah sure let me go get my-- [ head turning sharply at the sound of voices that he's pretty sure weren't invited. Smoothly maneuvering himself to move close to the rail to check and then lips pursed because yep.
He was handed the guest list for a reason.
Scanning for his father and unable to locate, which meant rounds. ]
Let me handle this. [ He turns back to the girl, nods. And then shifts neatly into fox form to bound down the stairs. ]