I just really like my eyes okay.
ugh your whole face is the prettiest thing in the world and i die a little bit every time is see it because i can’t give you huge hugs
Montparnasse did his work as he was told, lingering around once the sun had started to rise, filled with nervous energy
Claquesous saw him out in the hallway and smirked as he packed up his things. “Montparnasse,” said he, “here are my keys. Go get the car warmed up.” He tossed his car keys over towards the assistant.
Montparnasse whined softly and bit his lip, “Yes daddy— I’ll see you tonight. “
Claquesous gave him no more attention, choosing to devote himself to his work.
Montparnasse caught them and arched a brow, licking his lips, “Yessir—” he breathed out quietly
"That’s a god boy," cooed the killer with a smirk of his own. "Now go on. Daddy’s got work to do."
"Sure thing." He sighed with a little frown, "I’ll be here whenever you need me."
"Good," said Claquesous. "Be on your way, then; I need the papers filed by ten. Oh, and for tonight—" Sous reached into his pocket and took out the lacy underwear he had left in his office "—you’ll be needing these."
"Yeah.. what do you need me to do?" He asked with a little shrug.
"My husband and I are planning on sharing a bottle of champagne to celebrate the new deal Brujon settled and we’d like you to drive us home."
Montparnasse returned fifteen minutes later and set the coffee on his desk, looking at him. “Here you go.”
"Montparnasse," said he, taking the coffee and pulling a long sip from it, "I need you in the morning… some extended work business. Would you be able to work overtime?"
"Yes sir—" he said quietly, not like his usual self as he left the office.
Claquesous awaited him with his feet kicked up onto his desk and his reading glasses at the tip of his nose as he read the reports another organization had given him.
Jehan had to fight every urge not to beg Claquesous to stay, not to forgive him immediately. He looked down to the jewelry that had been left on the blanket, his eyes watering slightly. “I love you” he whispered, but he figured Claquesous had already gone.
Claquesous feared for his own life, though; and he would leave no loose ends. Though he didn’t want to, he left a small note on the counter —
I love you, see you soon.
— and left. He would be back soon enough, he decided, and Prouvaire wouldn’t have the opportunity to miss him much. With this insurance that Prouvaire wouldn’t be turning him in, he was able to complete his job easily enough.
Montparnasse flushed and his head dropped as the others ignored him, pouting slightly he entered the office. “What are my orders.”
"Get me my coffee from the shop down the street," said he, "and a newspaper while you’re at it. One of the ones they give out on the streetcorners will do; it’s not like I’ll read it anyway."