Afternoon.
Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Conan reached Helenas' room and knocked on it after taking two deep breaths, she didn't answer and that made him frown, if Joyous said she was here then she'd have to be. "Helena?" he called out.
The door swung open and her raven black hair peeked out first. "What do you want Sir?"
He resisted a smile as he asked. "Where have you been?"
"Here?" she asked back nonchalantly.
"Helena I do not know the muckraker to lie but that was not completely true, I did not do anything-" She cut him off with a glare, she had seen the scene where he looked smitten and hot for the miss he had been kissing in the marketplace.
"It was not an actual kiss" he said in his defense.
She raised a brow. "The setting?"
