He resumed his whistling as he hopped up onto the railing of a bridge and walked atop it. He dialed Emma, felt a mild reaction from his host: Annoyance with a note of anxiety.
Ah, there we go. Time to fuck things up for Sophia a little more.
Emma picked up on the fourth ring. “What the fuck soph… what the fuck!? It’s three AM!”
Ahaha, I forgot how late it was.
“Terribly sorry,” Regent tried to sound convincing, but it came out sounding sarcastic.
Yeah, that’s not something I can imagine Sophia saying unless it’s incredibly sarcastic.
“You said you’d call me hours ago, to give me a recap.”
Well, the patrol… ran a little long.
“I’m sorry,” Regent didn’t trust himself to pull off a sincere apology, so he lowered her voice to a hush instead.
“What’s going on?”
Yeah, what’s up, Regent Stalker?
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