This is getting heavy really fast. Katsuya knows his face is a bright red even as he's trying to have a frank and honest discussion with Hippolyta. Quietly, there are children right next door. It's a lot to take in and he's feeling just a little bit trapped--and then Kryten shows up.
Smelling of glass cleaner and a wee bit of dust. Katsuya feels himself sighing and smiling before he can stop himself. Thank every gods except the ones he's beaten up before.
"Kryten...? It's good to meet you properly." Relaxation cleaning time? That's a sentiment Katsuya knows all too well. Get him something to fold or bake to relieve some of this tension. Hippolyta's tone might be strained but his is anything but. "I hadn't run into you the last time I was here."
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Date: 2018-03-24 12:02 am (UTC)Smelling of glass cleaner and a wee bit of dust. Katsuya feels himself sighing and smiling before he can stop himself. Thank every gods except the ones he's beaten up before.
"Kryten...? It's good to meet you properly." Relaxation cleaning time? That's a sentiment Katsuya knows all too well. Get him something to fold or bake to relieve some of this tension. Hippolyta's tone might be strained but his is anything but. "I hadn't run into you the last time I was here."
Heard of, yes. What an odd sort of fellow.