Imago

[The Sovereign]

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He averted his eyes as quickly as he could, but it was little use. He'd already seen everything worth seeing. The messy room, clothes strewn across it. Maren's shirt worn inside out, the one leg of the sweatpants rolled more than half way up her thigh from when she had put it on too quickly. Even moving his eyes to the side hadn't helped much, as he found himself staring straight into a mirror that just showed everything from behind. He could already feel the mix of warmth of embarrassment touching his cheeks."I wasn't expecting such a warm welcome. Although you'll forgive me for being so overdressed." He gestures at his own outfit, the standard armored flight suit worn on missions.

Turning so that his gaze was no longer reflected onto her back in the mirror, Stenn pulls the door half closed between the two of them. "I'll uh, wait here, and you can get yourself ready for company. Sorry for taking you off guard."

The grin on his face was faint, but visible. What the hell had he walked into. He was supposed to be meeting with Maren to find out what exactly she knew before they began a search and rescue mission. And while it was definitely a welcoming sight, he doubted she had planned to look like that when the door opened. Pressing the door closed before she could embarass herself more, Stenn lets out a small chuckle. Well, at least his investigative partner was easy on the eyes.

"Note to self; make sure to accept more escort contracts."

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