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pfft--okay. =v= That sounds like a good arrangement. Yong Soo has a little bit of background in engineering too, but it's just not his main area of interest. Sounds like it might be fun though, to have both of them talk over ideas? Kim may not build anymore but Soo would be interested in her thoughts. ovo

fff that link. The kitties were the cause of Kimmy's misfortune.
But yes--as an organization that is very anti-gov and very anti-MI6 they would probably have a pretty good reason to target her (especially if she was on a project for the MI6). Since Mi himself is pretty much undercover, he probably didn't have too direct a hand in it, but he could, for example, have a good idea of who was. uvu

/account change, srry

thank you, much obliged uvu
everyone does! i enjoy that you have an angle that is usually not addressed though; it's very nice

Soo is more of an independent researcher with loose ties to the MI6, mainly in terms of fiddling with their weapons and as a person of interest because he's a prominent nuclear scientist. I definitely don't see why not for them working together somehow though--that is if she can put up with him ff =v=;

Mm--just a little, I'm sure. uvu It's very under wraps right now, but Kim is welcome to investigate him if she has any suspicions~ His agency is subordinate to the Home Office though, so while he probably wouldn't report to the Ministry of Justice directly there might be some sway. Mi doesn't work too closely with the MI6, at least not enough to know their field agents. As for the bombings that affected her though, he maay have a little bit of info on that uvu (if you haven't already planned something out in those regards, of course).

A little bit of push and pull—that was how things worked between them. But that was fine, he liked it that way. Made things more interesting, though more often than not he was also compelled to take a few blows to his ego. Like right now, this wager. He'd already gone over a hundred reasons in his head on how a stunt like this could possibly go wrong, but his insistence on following through was tantamount to all one hundred of them. As many excuses as he wanted to make, his pride would never escape intact in making them (with Nico surely willing to contribute), so he would skip the pretexts and simply hope that some sort of emergency would come unannounced. The situation was a dire one if he would even be willing to spend more hours at the office to escape it.

He gave an amused scoff at Nico's comment as she passed him. "Never not a gentleman," he retorted. "Parliament or not." At the very least, the part about Parliament was certainly true. He never quite internalized whatever was said in those lacquered halls except to fool everyone else into thinking he had—not that Parliament ever taught anyone to carry luggage. Naturally, they left that to the household hands, the bellhops, someone who was, essentially, not themselves and could afford to get their fingers dirty. He himself chose not to keep hired hands as a precaution, and certainly having one particular maid over every other weekend for the sole purpose of misplacing all of his belongings was infuriating enough. For that reason, he instead did the work of maneuvering the luggage through the threshold, its movement a bit clumsy and wayward. It had probably seen quite a few unkind days. Eventually, he simply picked it up, its weight hardly a concern to him due to the time spent physically on his job. It did pique the question, however, of what was contained inside; the heft really could not bode well.

Dropping off the baggage, he waited for her in the living room, making himself comfortable on the couch with a glass of wine. Sipping at the bitter alcohol, he pretended not to mind the plans for the evening by focusing on its savour. It could not distract for long, however, especially once Nico kindly made her appearance and seated herself. A smirk lingered on the edges of his lips as she spoke. It certainly would be more accurate to say that Nicoleta's reputation had been dragged through the mud of half of Europe, though his was likely the same, rendered spotless only through pages and pages of forged paperwork, a little bit of money and a whole lot of charm. "It's not your reputation I'm worried about," he said smoothly. "As lovely as it would be, I can't quite toss my reputation to the gutters." 'Yet', he debated adding, but the hope was that he and his reputation would escape their ultimate endeavour unscathed. He'd be written off as another casualty, case closed, a perfect crime.

Naturally, Nico zeroed in on the wine he'd been drinking in an attempt to trigger a case of alcohol poisoning, though she was probably preoccupied with it for quite a different reason. "Kitchen," he said at her inquiry, less protective of his alcohol than usual. Maybe, he hoped, a drink would soften her cruel, sadistic edge. "You know where everything is." This referred to the crystalware, and the tableware in general, with which he was certain she would be familiar. As for the wine, she would probably be able to coax out a good two or three glasses from what was left, the rest having been drained over the course of the last hour or so, undoubtedly in his "excitement." Someone else's—more accurate—observation might be more along the lines that he'd simply tried to drown himself in alcohol, which truly did seem like an adequate idea considering the particular glint in Nico's eyes. It was reminiscent of setting one's gaze on a particularly valuable piece of artwork primed for the stealing, bank notes that were sufficiently unguarded. His own eyes shifted back down to his glass. "Have a fucking party," he muttered, and took another drink.

u both suck and are fired

i think that a cleaning arrangement would be the easiest way to get consistent interaction with plenty of excuses for bitching |D but idk. any ideas or preferences on your end? uvu

(psst. Here's a list of where everyone lives here)

Yeah that's sort of the question I'm trying to work out. I think something like a contract would work—do something for me and I'll do something for you. I'm just not sure what that specifically would be. I guess she could always, idk, babysit Andrei fff

pretty sure it's perfunctory that i at least comment here. so hello. i think we should plot. uvu