w e l p.

[unfeign]

Oh now and I suppose you're quite pleased with yourself, aren't you?

[ Not amused right now. ]

I've no time for this nonsense and neither do you. So let me be, then. Go on. Shoo.

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[kicksdoors]

Unfortunately, mundanes tend to be a stubborn lot, sir. They rarely listen no matter how much we shoo them.

[unfeign]

Charles. [ Ah, you're here too.

Good. ] A lesson quickly learned, I image.

[kicksdoors]

Master Kenway. [ he offers a small smile and bows his head respectfully. ]

That it was, though I admit I still maintain the stubborn hope that my own mundane will tire of me soon so that I might be spared from her antics.

apologies for the delay D:

[unfeign]

[ always a pleasure. ]

Best of luck to you, then. [ But he can't help a small frown that creases a single corner of his mouth. ] Convincing them to cease only encourages the opposite, it seems. [ More stubborn than Connor, really. Jesus. ]

[ A sigh. ] Mine only seems to be getting warmed up.