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 Thick as Thieves, Peregrine and Freya
Freya Locke
 Posted: Oct 24 2017, 05:00 PM
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~one week after their initial meeting~

This is ridiculous, Freya thought to herself sullenly, before once again reminding herself that this was her idea. Thankfully she hadn't yet voiced her complaints to the princeling yet. It was strange how simply excited it was to be undercover in a dress, one nearly as extravagant as the ones that she wore years ago herself. They'd had amazing luck in obtaining it, found in an open carriage parked by an inn one evening. The guards hadn't even been paying attention as they'd slipped in, stolen their lady's dress and their lord's clothing, and slipped away again. The poor, careless idiots were going to be in serious trouble that was for certain.

Despite their success, however, she still felt silly... not to mention uncomfortable.The binding on her chest was far too tight, although the fault was her own because of fear of being caught. Worse, at least to her own vanity, Freya had shorn her hair off into a boy's cut in order to look more convincing. She hated it, mainly because it had taken so long for it to finally grow back again, but she had to do this without being caught! Even her face was slightly painted with makeup in order to make the shadows and angling of her features seem more masculine.

She looked fairly convincing or at least enough that Peregrine seemed satisfied. That did not mean she was a good actor though and that had her worried. Normally when she went out on her own reconnaissance work, she wasn't really pretending to be anyone. She just simply went, kept to herself and returned. This was much, much different. It just made no sense that her companion was so happy about flaunting this deception!

"What... was our story again?" she whispered under her breath as they walked, glancing over to Peregrine and failing to hide her worried expression. Were they mother and son? Husband and wife? Valet and lady? Secret lovers? She just couldn't keep it all straight!

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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: Oct 25 2017, 04:57 PM
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She had kept him there for a week. An entire bloody week. Why she wouldn't let him go was beyond him. It wasn't as if he hadn't tried all the usual channels – reason, threats, intimidation, seduction, shock, and plain, good-old-fashioned escape. Of course, the man who had been the first to escape from Riasglach and had brought the wall crashing down in the wake of his glorious escape couldn't successfully get out of the camp of someone he considered to be an amateur. He should be offering suggestions to improve his operation, not being kept as her prisoner! Why she didn't believe that his intentions were honest was beyond him. Had he not traveled day and night and dressed in an elaborate disguise in order to infiltrate her camp and meet her? Had he not risked his life – not that was unusual – to do so? Had he not made it abundantly clear that it was in their best interest to be allies?

Whatever.

Most of the week had been mind-numbingly dull. He had tried to explain to her on multiple occasions that he could be doing so much to help them both if she let him go, but all it came down to was she claimed she “didn't trust him”. This led Peregrine to lying on his borrowed cot searching for what could possibly made him untrustworthy. Surely it could be for the false claims of patricide-regicide against him? The stories of how he had managed to break out of Riasglach, sparking a revolution in the south? His personality? His dazzling smile and royal good looks? His spotless record of telling the whole truth and nothing but? Each night, he went to sleep without answers.

It was starting to bother him when she finally she finally went on a mission – with heavy supervision. He wasn't allowed to kill, kidnap, drug, or even make anyone stub their toes. He wasn't even allowed to be seen – even in a disguise. Just steal the clothes and get out. He returned from the poor excuse for their mission with a pout and went to bed with the resolution to actually try to be untrustworthy.

As cranky as he was, he had to admit that the clothes were nice. They weren't as nice as what he had worn in his childhood, but it was nice not to dress in rags for a change. Even Lady Netherwallop was looking shabby, these days.

Freya did an excellent job of making herself look like a boy – even committing to the part of cutting off her long hair. Peregrine was impressed, pointing out her new hairstyle and complimenting on her dedication to the job. He, of course, did no such thing; it would take more than just a simple mission to convince him to cut his hair any shorter than his jawline. He was cleanshaven and smothered in makeup, glitter, and perfume and it could not be said that he smelled any better than he usually did. It is also important to note that much of the glitter ended up in his hair. He thought it looked good, er, feminine.

“Definitely lesbians.” He chortled. “A lesbian couple who fight crime!” He added, not bothering to smother his case of the giggles. “We're having an affair. I'm married, of course, and you're....you're much younger than me.... you're my nephew....... in law.” He added, sounding disappointed.

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Freya Locke
 Posted: Oct 29 2017, 06:04 PM
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"Well, if you wanted to be lesbians you could have suggested that earlier," Freya pointed out, giving Peregrine a look. Of course, it wasn't her cup of tea, but whatever it took to get him into the role. Truthfully, it didn't seem like much. Only the suggestion of a infiltration mission had him bouncing like an excited child. Sure, he hadn't been so enthusiastic in the week following, but at least he could still get into a role. They would need his expertise.

She just hoped her was really as good as he said he was, or else they were both going to prison tonight. Or worse.

"Way to avoid accidental incest there," she commented with a wry smile. Honestly, just from what she'd seen of the man in the past week, such a dramatic story didn't surprise her. Besides, the gossip was a good distraction, if there was any and as long as it didn't draw too much attention to them. Freya looped her arm in his as she walked, leading the princeling as one would a lady up the stairs to the villa, before offering a pristine invitation to the butler standing at the door. Before this, she had made no mention of it, but how else was she to know about this gathering?

The man studied it for a moment before passing it back to her, gesturing for the pair to enter. Freya gave a curt nod before taking Peregrine inside. The foyer they stepped into was lavishly decorated, with pristine marble statues lining the hall that led to a central garden where most of the guests were flocking. There was a grand staircase to the right and Freya swore the handrails were gilded, if not solid gold.

"Disgusting," she murmured, even if once upon a time she would have been enamored with all the pretty decorations. It was then that she felt grateful to be dressed like a man tonight, for if she was wearing a dress, she would've been terrified of being recognized. The costume, silly as it felt, was almost like a security blanket.

"At some point we'll have to make it upstairs, to the office," she muttered to Peregrine. "Maybe once everyone's started drinking..."

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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: Nov 1 2017, 08:07 PM
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“I always want to be lesbians!” He announced. “We could still be lesbians.” He pointed out. After all, he was already dressed and while she was dressed as a man, he could explain away several things about her appearance. “I know you just cut your hair, but would suit a traditional les—right, the mission.” As delightful as it would be to put together a thrilling narrative about incestuous lesbians who happened to look like a heterosexual couple, that was not the point of the mission and it wouldn't help his release from her custody. It wouldn't do anything to help him win her over as an ally, except prove that he was the last word in entertainment these days. “Incest is all the rage these days.” He added.

“No.” He murmured, this time serious. He pulled his arm out from under hers. Normally, he would have been more than happy to have a girl on his arm at a fancy party, but she was doing it wrong. “Like this.” Without asking permission, he arranged her arm in position and placed his hand on her bicep. And to think, this suspicious maneuver could have been avoided if only they had decided to be incestuous lesbians.

He allowed Freya to lead him and at least he had the good sense to keep his mouth shut when she presented him to the butler. This did not prevent him from battling his eyelashes at the man and then looking away with what he thought of as a coquette quality. The butler did not appear to react to his antics, but he did let them through into the most expensive, overdecorated foyer had ever seen.

“Disgusting.” He heard Freya mutter. “I couldn't agree more, darling.” He chirped, speaking in Lady Netherwallop's voice, although his motivation was slightly different. The gold was everywhere. It was too much. It overwhelmed him. Either this man was new money or he was so old money that he refused to hire someone with interior decoration expertise. It was a mess. “No taste.” He muttered, still as Lady Netherwallop, stooping to whisper into Freya's ear. He was taller than her on the average day, but then he had insisted on wearing ladies' heels. It wasn't every day he got to wear them, or so his argument went, even though he was the owner of heeled boots.

He heard her say something about going up to the office and he nodded. Yes, the mission. He might not stray from it, but then she mentioned drinking and that was a perfect segway if he had ever heard one. “We should drink or it'll look suspicious. Don't stress –” He added, quickly. “I'll do the heavy lifting. Just always have a glass in your hand and take little sips once every half hour.” He tapped a floating waiter on the shoulder, smiled at him, and snapped up two glasses from his tray. He then dismissed the man and handed one of the element goblets to his partner in crime.

“Now, we must mingle. Don't worry – I've got this talking thing. You haven't hit puberty, dear.”

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Freya Locke
 Posted: Nov 7 2017, 05:00 PM
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Although honestly Freya would've been more comfortable pretending to be a lesbian, it felt far to dangerous to be here as a woman. While she didn't know how to be a man and took Peregrine's pointers quietly but gratefully, she soon realized that it would have been dangerous if she had been dressed as a woman. She hated her clothing and she hated her hair, but after a moment of standing in conversation with the princeling, she noticed they were being stared at. When she glanced over to the women who were standing in the hall, she realized that she knew them... old "friends" of her mother's.

Freya's heart leaped into her chest and she was surprised that Peregrine couldn't hear it pounding. But after a moment, the two dispersed into the larger room to surround one of the more prominent guests, a distinguished knight by the looks of him. none the wiser. Freya shook her head slowly. At least her disguise worked on people who'd only known her in passing. It also helped that she hadn't been anywhere near here in over two years.

"Right," she muttered, Peregrine's directions finally sinking in. "Drinks and conversing." With her arm still in the place he'd settled it, Freya led him into the party. It was a strange feeling for her. Once upon a time, she absolutely loved such venues. Right now, she'd never felt more nervous in her life. Not to mention, she was bitter. Bitter that these people could laugh and drink while what remained of her family was suffering who knew what.

She was going to remedy that. It was why she was here, after all.

Thankfully, standing around and drinking was a little easier than it sounded at first. Because she did look like a young man who had not yet hit puberty, she was largely ignored. Peregrine had to do all of the talking, which Freya thought he enjoyed. He was certainly charismatic enough for it, something that she'd learned in the last week.

After awhile, she caught sight of an even more familiar face. A short man dressed in the most ridiculous ruffled suit. He certainly matched the decoration of this place, which was apt considering this was his home. When she was able to speak to Peregrine again, Freya nodded in his direction. "That's our host," she muttered. The man was surrounded by guests now, all of them fawning over him. Freya rolled her eyes. "Looks like he's having fun."

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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: Nov 10 2017, 09:03 PM
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Freya seemed to be receptive to his minor corrections, which was good. As much as he respected a petty fight in front of everyone while he and his partner were supposed to be on a mission, he was glad that she was cooperative. It put him in a strange mood. He found himself with a yearning to be helpful and agreeable as if he was now in a cooperative mood himself. He didn't think that he had experienced this before and it scared him a little.

But there was no time to be frightened by feelings of amicability. They had a job to do and if they wanted to accomplish what they had set out to achieve, they were going to have to work as a team, and as Peregrine discovered – to his rising inner horror – he liked teamwork! ...At least with her, in this place, and in this moment. He was going to have to take a thorough bath when he got home and scrub himself clean of all these new feelings of helpfulness and their newfound love of working together in a non-petty manner.

The talking was easy. Even as Lady Netherwallop, he chattered away, his voice mercifully not breaking on him. He handed out compliments like he was Jesus handing out fish and loaves and laughed the sparkling laugh of a widow who was past her physical prime, but just learning to play the game, but desperate to cling to the hope of a new and better marriage before it was too late. Peregrine was an excellent actor and he did not disappoint. He took over with a slightly annoying comment every time someone tried to question Freya directly and tittered on about “his” accomplishments and best qualities, in between stealing loving glances into “his” eyes. By the time he and Freya had drifted away from the glittering partygoers long enough to talk business, he had consumed eight glasses of champagne. He was grinning, only partly in-character and he was light on his feet – so to speak – but his brain was still functioning.

“I'm guessing I can't charm it out of him – we have to get him alone or something, don't we?” He muttered, simultaneously smiling at a passing couple.

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Freya Locke
 Posted: Nov 14 2017, 04:23 PM
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Although she had been exceedingly nervous in trusting Peregrine with this after they way they'd initially met, by this point and time Freya was glad she had picked him. He was good at what he did; she had noticed that from the beginning when he'd fooled her into believing he was a harmless, batty old woman. Here, no one believed anything different, although he had toned down the batty quite a bit. It worked and they mingled easily enough.

Now came the hard part, however, and she was going to have to trust him a lot more.

At his suggestion, or rather guess for that was exactly what she'd been mulling over for awhile now, Freya nodded. She remained close to him as she waited for the couple passing by to be out of earshot again before continuing. "Do you think you can convince him to come upstairs? "she questioned softly, biting her lip briefly as she glanced towards the man. A quick surge of anger flared in her chest as she looked at him, but she quickly shook it off. Priorities. She had to remember her priorities.

"It doesn't matter how. A good business proposal. Convince him he needs out of his pants." However Peregrine wanted to work this was fine with her. They just needed him upstairs, away from the partygoers and the busy staff where no one could see them. Then they could get his keys and get into his office. Once she had what she wanted, they could get the hell out of here and back to business...

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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: Nov 18 2017, 08:23 PM
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“My dear...” Peregrine placed a hand on his chest, clutching imaginary pearls. “Do you doubt my feminine wiles?” It was true that he was a gifted actor with elegant features and a slender figure, but at the end of the day, no amount of rouge to corset-tightening could compensate for his manhood, of which he was proud – outside of crossdressing in the hopes of better breaking the law. Still, he smiled at her, curtsied and murmured, “Consider it done.”

With that, he was off, weaving through the various members of the gentry, nodding, smiling and curtsying as was necessary, but he was a man – woman – whatever on a mission now and with every sauntering step, he maneuvered himself closer to the man in question and with every move, he hiked his skirts up a little higher. Spent much of his day in a saddle, often standing in the stirrups, running through difficult terrain, or squatting in wait for enemies and it went without saying that he had very nice legs. He let hair grow on them, but he had managed to secure (steal) a pair of stockings for the occasion and they left the impression that he owned a pair of smooth legs underneath his rising skirts.

It was quick. All it took was a finger under the man's chin and he was off, weaving between the guests again, knowing – hoping – that the man would follow him. He lef the way on a winding path toward the staircase, hoping that Freya understood that she was to follow him. With luck, their target would have eyes for naught by Lad Netherwallop and her scandalous intentions.

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Freya Locke
 Posted: Nov 23 2017, 04:16 PM
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Peregrine jumping off to follow her directions so quickly was rather surprising. Considering how difficult it had been to get information out of him the first day, Freya honestly expected to have to tempt him to do this somehow, especially since she was asking him to possibly seduce a man! But he moved away so quickly that she didn't even have time to explain that she wanted to get upstairs first in order to head them off. Before she knew it, the princeling was across the room!

Now she had a crowd to contend with and she had to make sure it wasn't obvious that she was following the pair upstairs. That might look suspicious. Anyone, if they had guessed there was something going on between the Lady Netherwallop and her young nephew, might think it was the case of a jealous lover following. But of course, she didn't really want anyone to notice her going at all!

So, unfortunately, she left Peregrine alone with the lord of the household. She really hoped that he wouldn't be harassed too much. While the thought of leaving him to try to keep up his ruse for as long as possible while the man was getting frisky was amusing. But that was a little mean and dangerous to their mission, so she followed as quickly as possible. Slipping up the stairs when she thought no one was looking, Freya snuck down the hallway, listening for any sign of them. She picked up a small vase as she went.

Finally, she heard a deeper, male voice speaking in a hushed tone. "My lady, I don't think we've ever met before tonight, but I do have to say I would love to make better your acquaintance." There was a purr to his voice that made Freya shudder and he was just a little too close.

Rather than leave her partner of the night to deal with that himself, she snuck up from behind... and hit the slaver over the head with the vase. Hard. He collapsed heavily on the ground. "Whoops," Freya sang, rolling her eyes. She felt no remorse for it at all.

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He took care to lift his skirts as he mounted the stairs, showing a flash of his stockinged legs. Their host no doubt enjoyed that, as only moments later he was bounding up the stairs after him. It was all Peregrine could do to keep ahead of him and into a hallway. He knew he was supposed to get into the master bedroom, or something (funny, how they hadn't clarified that when they had been making their infiltration plans), but even Lady Netherwallop wasn't that easy.

He pressed his back against the hallway and smiled down at their host. He was taller than him, something that pleased him, but something to which their host gave no mind. Peregrine glanced up and down his body through his painted lashes, sizing him up. Doubtless, the other man outweighed him, but he was confident that he could take him in a fight and come out on top. Of course, he felt that way about most people when he was sizing them up.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Lady Netherwallop returned in a suggestive whine and Peregrine went so far as to bat his eyelashes. He had always wanted to do that, as the women around him had done it and they usually got good results. When he had tried it as himself, he was of course, laughable, but with the Lady Netherwallop, it was a different story.

“It is rumored, My Lord, that you have an extensive sword collection in your bedroom. Perhaps you could satisfy a lady's curiosity?” The man made a growling sound of agreement, there came the sound of glass breaking and then his Lordship collapsed, revealing Freya in his wake.

“What is the meaning of this?” Peregrine raged, forgetting to keep his voice down. “He was mine!” He had wanted the satisfaction (and the bragging rights) of seducing the man and then knocking him unconscious, preferably just after leaving him tied up in a compromising position...and robbing him.

“Now what?” He demanded, hands on his hips, glowering at her as if by knocking their enemy unconscious, she had ruined the entire mission. “You do realize Lady Netherwallop will never be able to set foot in this castle again, do you?”

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 Posted: Dec 3 2017, 05:41 PM
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"Sorry," Freya replied, but of course she really wasn't sorry. Hitting him over the head actually felt a lot better. She hadn't realized that she'd been holding in so much anger all evening until the vase had connected a little bit harder than she really intended. Dropping the shard of ceramic still in her hand, she rolled her shoulders before kneeling down to search through the lord's pockets. Keys. They needed keys.

"Really though, as soon as he figured out that you were packing a sword under those skirts, dear Netherwallop wouldn't be allowed back again anyway," she continued dryly as she searched through the man's pockets. Eventually she found a small set of keys in the breast pocket of his vest and tucked it away. Now they just needed to hide the body and maybe tie him up to something so that he couldn't go back downstairs screaming for the guards.

Checking the nearest door, she found that it opened into what looked like a guest room. "Come on," she told Peregrine, moving to lift their host by his arms. "We can stuff him into the wardrobe." That seemed like the best place, she thought, since any amourous couple that might find their way to the room wouldn't immediately see him. "Help me, will ya?" Even if he seemed a little irritated by her interference, she expected him to do some of the heavy lifting. After all, he was bigger and stronger than her, wasn't he?

Once they had stuffed him into the wardrobe and Freya had stuck a fire poker through the handles so he couldn't get out, she let out a huff. "Right, we need to find his office, grab a few records, and get the hell out of here."

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“I'm not packing anything!” He shot back, his thoughts immediately going to the appearance of his nether region. “What you see if what you get...oh.” He realized that that hadn't been what she was talking about at all. “Of course I didn't come in with a sword hidden under my skirts; where the devil would it fit?!” He had managed to sneak a knife in his garter. Being armed at all times was something of a comfort thing, at this point in his life. The other part of it was he had seen women do it all his life and he wanted to try it, too. Nothing had seemed cooler to him than having a sharp blade strapped to his leg...until he actually tried it, that was – then it was jarring and vaguely uncomfortable.

He stood there, watching her struggle with every intention to continue doing so until she asked him to help her. He could have been a total brat and refused to help her lug the man she hated so much (and the man who would have been fun to play with, if only he'd been granted the opportunity). Still, he felt himself double over in order the grasp the man's feet. He hauled him up with a mighty effort, but once he got his body in the air, he found that he wasn't heavy at all...that or he was simply used to lifting heavy things up. He was no meathead, but he had developed a sort of wiry strength from living in the wilderness for so many years.

“Fiiiiiiiiiine.” He grumbled, helping her stuff him into a boring closet. Now that their main opponent was incapacitated, this mission had gone from exciting to mind-numbing and now that the creature had been deposited, Peregrine stiffled a yawn with fingers that had been manicured for the first time in years. Freya appeared to be still wildly entertained and she rushed down the hall, determined to find the man's office. Peregrine shook out his hair and pranced in the opposite direction, stopping in front of an obnoxiously over-decorated door.

“You wouldn't happen to be looking for this?” He tapped one of the wooden double doors in what Lady Netherwallop would have appreciated as a seductive move. “Would it?”

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Freya Locke
 Posted: Dec 20 2017, 07:27 PM
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She had actually been talking about his manhood under his skirts, but if Peregrine wanted to believe that she was talking about an actual weapon, that was fine with her! At least they now could get into the office with the key she had stolen. While Freya wasn't certain if she wanted the man dead or not --sliding a knife in his ribs was tempting-- she ignored that urge. Blood in the hallway would likely ruin their mission, right?

So would going in the wrong direction, she supposed, when she heard Peregrine's voice ring out in the hallway. Freya had to suppress a sheepish grin, feeling foolish that she had missed it. There was so much adrenaline coursing through her veins right now that her heart was pounding and she almost couldn't think straight... she really did need the princeling here, didn't she?

"Yes, yes I would," she commented as she walked over to the doorway, interesting the key into the lock and pushing the door open to reveal an ornate desk and shelves lined with books. She looked to Peregrine with a smirk. "Why don't we steal some... alone time, hmm?" she questioned with a slight wink, as if they were still going with their secret lovers cover story. It was a little silly, she felt, so she pushed inside quickly.

"We're looking for records from four years ago... spring. April the Seventh," she instructed, moving quickly to the desk to begin rifling through drawers. Her hands were shaking. She was so close...

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 Posted: Dec 24 2017, 08:26 AM
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“Yes, alone time!” He called, theatrically, allowing Freya to enter the room before him and shutting the door behind them in a manner worthy of a stage show before closing the door with a soft tap. Once inside, he took a moment to admire this office. It was indeed richly decorated, but not as lavishly as the grand staircase, ballroom, and the other parts of his house that Lord Pudgy-Pants had opened up to his guests (which translated to in Peregrine's mind as “the public”, as he never set much store to whether or not he was invited to parties). It was a nice study, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that the man who owed it was wealthy.

Freya had no time to stop and smell the roses. She was already pawing through piles of what Peregrine could only assume was evidence. As much as she had briefed him on this case, there were still details on which Peregrine was fuzzy. Exactly what they were looking for still wasn't crystal clear to him, but if there was anyone who was a professional at pawing through other people's private property in the search for incriminating evidence, it was him. Not only was he good at it, he enjoyed it.

Freya went straight for the desk. Peregrine casually strolled over to a wooden cabinet that was as tall as he was. He took a moment to inspect it before raising a foot it. He intended to knock it over with a single kick, but it was heavier than he intended and he drew his bruised, high-heeled foot back with a hiss. In the blink of an eye, he had put both of his hands on it and pushed, toppling it in a single move.

It landed on the carpet with a crash and he happily dropped to his knees to sort through the resulting papers, like a squirrel going through the contents of a cracked nut. He pulled out a leather folder and waved it in the air. When Freya did not respond, he called to her.

“Yoo hoo! This what you want?”

@Freya Locke

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