Hermes had evidentally been out doing some shopping*, because he bounded in next, wearing a form-fitting shirt, which showed that his jeans fit like a glove**. He looked dressed for a date, and sat on the closest pillow to Azi in about three seconds, looking up at him adoringly.
If it hadn't been obvious before, it was now: Hermes was utterly, completely sweet on the Principality.
______________ * Which, for Hermes, probably meant stealing, and probably included fun and ridiculous things like black bodysuits, droplines, and putting postage stamps on the lenses of security cameras.
** Of course, they were is Favourite Jeans, and as we all know, FJs always fit like a glove and have at least ten holes. They are also that particular shade of blue that only comes after eight million and sixty-two washings. On the perma press cycle.
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If it hadn't been obvious before, it was now: Hermes was utterly, completely sweet on the Principality.
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* Which, for Hermes, probably meant stealing, and probably included fun and ridiculous things like black bodysuits, droplines, and putting postage stamps on the lenses of security cameras.
** Of course, they were is Favourite Jeans, and as we all know, FJs always fit like a glove and have at least ten holes. They are also that particular shade of blue that only comes after eight million and sixty-two washings. On the perma press cycle.