Flower Crowns and Wedding Gowns | Raziel |

"Well well well. If it isn't our miss sunshine from Zold!"

He spoke loud and clear few feet away from behind her. There he stood with a pile of record books on his hand, looking as tall as a seven year-old kid's height. A Cheshire-like grin masked his face as he looked at her from where he was standing.

"You are not getting yourself into more trouble now, are you missy?" He said, walking towards her with the records on one hand and another hand was resting on the seam of his pants. Boot heels clacked on the ground as he walked. Despite his attire was nothing similar to the blue officers, he was indeed a bluer and, in fact, he was one people would call the executive officer for he serves directly for the blue king.

He was the king's wingman.

Red-yellow eyes looked down on to a bag and instantly, he raised an eyebrow. He hawed.

"Let me guess, another trip to another city?" He asked, tilting his head as he looked back up at her. The Cheshire smile slowly faded into a frown.

He was not the type who would meddle with other people business, particularly those who were not in blue clan. However, ever since the escorting mission, Raziel could not help but to plant seeds of curiosity and concern for the blonde but it was not because he has feelings for her. His feelings were long gone the day he lost his Yulia.

He felt curios and concern about her for reasons he could hardly explain.

SANIBELLE GREENWOOD ((LOL RAZ))

Perhaps he cared for her like his own little sister. He has no younger siblings but during days he was in the program, he looked after few kids who were younger than him. Back then, he was just too cold to care about them. It was more like he did it because it was an order from supervisors. He was not the oldest among all, but being one who had great potential and excellent performance, he was the 'idol'.

But sadly, being the idol had made his hands stained with blood.
He had killed and took the lives of innocent youngsters.

And when Yulia died, he wanted to go back to his old cold self but a promise he made with the girl anchored him to remain be the same cheerful and flamboyant person.

Back to the scene.

Raziel had stopped a bluer who was passing by the office and handed him the pile of records. From the way he easily balanced the papers and carried it on one palm, the bluer did not think it would be much of a trouble. After all, this record filing was not actually Raziel's task. So the bluer saluted at Raziel and extended his two hands towards the auburn, ready to carry the papers. Raziel handed them to him and as soon as he lifted his hand off, the bluer staggered due to sudden increase of weight from the papers. The pile was quite heavy he almost dropped them to the ground. His eyes studied the king's wingman's expression.

The auburn simply gave him a grin and looked back at Sanibelle. He used to carry things from one wing to another for the king, therefore, carrying heavy pile of paperwork was not much of a deal to him.

His ears focused on listening to the blonde's explanation of the situation. While she was explaining, the older man tilted his head little bit to the left, little bit to the right and then little bit to the left again. He then nodded few times, convinced that he understood details she said, but the truth he didn't. He has no idea about wedding gowns and how picky women can be. It was when she mentioned about him being here and doing paperwork was part of Casimir's 'kind of thing', his full attention was towards Sanibelle.

He stopped nodding and laughed immediately. He had both his hands to his hips and lowered his face as he laughed. "Casimir's kind of thing, huh?," he repeated and held his laughter. Her assumption was not completely wrong, probably because Casimir told her about his work. He said, "Oh, sunny dear, Casimir is not an office boy, but every now and then he does have to do paperwork." He kind of skipped explanation of his work. An outsider like Sanibelle should not know about his role.

Raziel hawed and giraffed his neck so he could see the amount she had to pay. His eyes returned to Sanibelle, who had stepped aside and looked a little bit guilty of something. Raziel whistled. The woman in charge of the slip looked up from whatever was on her desk and at him, blinking. He took few steps front to the counter and rquested, "Can you charge the fee amount to my bill instead?" The woman blinked few more times before she hastily nodded few times and gave him the same amount of gems she had paid earlier. Being the king's right-hand man was indeed beneficial. Raziel winked at the female officer and extended his hand with the gems towards her.

"Save your gems for travelling cost whatsoever, sunny," he said. His eyes closed as if he refused to hear any counter responses and said more, "Take it. If you feel this is wrong, then just buy me a drink that costs two gems or so."

SANIBELLE GREENWOOD ((MISUSED OF TRUST HERE))