[PRP] Accepting Your Kismesis is a Dummy (Sascha + Tevini)

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promise me you'll go

 

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It'd taken some snooping through Cerpin's Superstar files, which had been an unpleasant disorganized mess, but she'd finally found what she'd been looking for- Sascha's home address. While Tevini would've preferred to not basically stalk the yellowblood and rather meet him 'by chance' in a public place, she didn't have the time to make such arrangements. The purpleblood had forced her hand and she needed to move quickly to arrange her side of the chessboard.

She knocked.

"Special delivery!" Tevini called, holding an envelope while she waited for the yellowblood to answer the door. This talk might go a bit weird but it was one she'd been planning to have with him anyway. The fear that it might piss Sascha off into banning her from joining him at the lab had been a large factor of why she'd been putting it off.

seekingCylem

Inside the envelope is a poster advertising the upcoming PROM event at Chittentown's Underworld and a handwritten note scrawled across it that reads 'Be there, b***h!!' in Cerpin's familiar handwriting.

 

[seekingCylem]

The exterior of the hive was surprisingly unassuming given the type of person Sascha Diasis was. The door, awning, and window were exactly the same as his neighbors in every direction. The sand-tattered wind chimes were the only defining feature of the hive beyond the address posted above the mail slot.

It took a minute before Sascha made it to the door. The reason for the delay was obvious. The revealed interior was so thick with junk it made one wonder where Sascha had even been standing prior to answering the door.

Sascha leaned in the threshold, occupying its entirety to the best of his ability. He was dressed rather plainly. His hair was piled on top of his head in the semblance of a bun. He had the look of a man clearly not anticipating company, much less the company he found on his doorstep. His eyes had narrowed the moment he'd opened the door and hadn't shown signs of relaxing.

"Hey... Tevini. Fancy seeing you here. At my hive." Sascha did little to hide the intense once-over he was giving Tevini. She didn't appear any more tense than usual. It was a good sign, if not odd given the nature of their... relationship.

Sascha took the envelope from Tevini and opened it immediately. The stiffness in Sascha's expression dropped immediately, though instead he just looked confused.

"A party? This is a party, right? The name makes it sound like a business conference. I know that isn't Cerpin's style, though. Public relationship..." Sascha blanched as if he'd only just noticed the quadrant suits liberally spattered across the flyer. "Wha... Wai... Wh- Why's he got you delivering this?" Sascha flapped the paper in Tevini's face. He had far more than one question, but spinning the spotlight onto Tevini was a far more comfortable option at the moment.

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