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Armande splashed a bit of water on his face and he slowly began to get a hold of himself. He had a week for this, didn't he? He would have to make sure that he made up for this, right? He bit his lip and then straightened up some more, brushing down his form and then turned to make his way out. Maybe, just maybe, if he was able to understand the man. Know why he was killing him. Then he could do it. He had to. He had to do something.
fuck. This was frustrating.
Taking in a deep breath, he turned and made his way out of the bathroom. Spotting the blond and he walked up to him with a warm smile to his lips. "Excuse me, sir." He said, smiling a little warmly as he walked closer. "I don't mean to be a pest, and I feel rude for running off after you stopped my fall. Would you let me buy you a coffee? Or cocoa? anything to help me redeem my manners. It will bug me the night if I don't."
 
Looking up, Serik smiled at the man. His face was just as beautiful as his behind... That was always a plus. "It's alright," he assured, turning to look at the exhibit he was in front of once more. "One more." The blond nodded to the last thing he had to see before he'd been through the entire museum. "And then tea sounds lovely." The prince wasn't used to this. He met people in a very contrived way, always. He never met someone by chance like this...ever. It was...nice. "So what brings you here?" he asked as he walked to the last exhibit and stopping in front of it to examine it.
 
Following him to the last one, he shrugged. "Just getting away from myself I suppose." He stated, eyes staying with the painting. His brows furrowed and he leaned toward the painting, looking it over some more and then pulling back to look at the man next to him. "How about you? Though, you do seem like someone who would be here. Are you into art and the like?"
 
"History?" he offered with a small smile while still looking forward. "I wanted to...lose myself," he offered, crossing his arms over his chest. It was as good an explanation as any, and it didn't give anything else away. Whether or not the man standing next to him knew who he was didn't matter by this point. Serik was going to assume (hope?) that he didn't as he hadn't said anything about it. The blond hoped that he wouldn't, either.
 
Armande nodded. "I understand that." He admitted, eyes staying with the other, looking him over a few times before he glanced back to the painting. He slid his hands into his back pockets, back straightening as he looked at the image. He bit his bottom lip for a moment before turning back to the man beside him. "Let's go have some tea now. I'm getting anxious." He hated this. He hated that that was actually how he felt. He was actually... excited.. about having tea with this man.
 
Serik gave one last glance to the painting of the revolution and nodded to the suggestion. "Yes, tea sounds nice." He hadn't eaten that morning before leaving the palace to be sure to escape before his parents stopped him, and now he was paying the price for it. The blond's stomach gave a soft rumble. He strode towards the little cafe within the museum, hands in his pockets. "Anxious?" he asked, looking over. "About what?"
 
Armande sighed softly while they walked to the cafe. He stepped up to the counter, pulling out a few dollars and set there. "And what he wants. I want a large strawberry tea please." He ordered and then turned to look at the blond. "Yeah. I'm not quite used to it." He shrugged. "I have no idea what is wrong with me." He admitted, closing his eyes for a moment. He then shook his head. "I should take a shower.' He added to himself then took his drink and went to go sit at the table.
 
"Well you must be anxious about something in particular, or else you wouldn't have mentioned it at all." Serik gave a small smile to the girl behind the counter and ordered himself an iced peach tea. He noticed a spark of recognition in her eye, but he winked at her and turned away quickly before she could say anything to him. The blond chose a table in the corner to allow himself more privacy. They sat and the prince sipped his drink slowly, studying the man across from him. "What is it that you do for a living?"
 
Armande draped his right leg over his left. Fingers laced and resting on top of the table. He kept his eyes to the other and he smiled warmly. "I work at my family's business. It's nothing big, just a little shop in France." Which was true. He just failed to mention he had not worked there since his teens. He rested his elbow on the counter and then moved to rest his chin in his palm. Eyes staying with the other. "How about you?"
 
"Oh? What type of shop?" Serik tried to dumb down what he did. Politics? Well, yes, but that was high profile and that wasn't what he was going for today. The blond sipped his tea and waited for the other to answer his question, hoping that he could possibly deflect the spotlight back onto him and keep the questions out of the personal realm of his life. "Perhaps I've been to it?" he suggested, dragging the conversation further from him. "I enjoy shopping quite a bit." Which was true.
 
"you've been to France?" He asked, eyes staying with the other and he gave him a smile. "I do miss France." That much he knew and was not a lie at all. He did not hate the places he went to, but they were not home. "A book shop, actually." He gave a small smile and then his shoulder lifted up into a brief shrug. "Typically old, used books, but the business is pretty good." His eyes stayed with his, not really wanting to probe his life. HE knew why the other did not want to talk, so he would let it stay that way.
 
He smiled. "The south of France is one of my favorite places," he answered honestly. Serik had loved France from the time that he was a small boy, and he knew that he would eventually have a home of his own there. The blond nodded, thinking of all the shops that he'd been in. "It's possible that I've been there, yes." The prince enjoyed shopping for many things, not just the latest fashions. "I once found a bookshop-very small and off the beaten path-and got so lost in it that I spent the entire day in between the shelves, and nearly got locked in." He smiled at the memory. "I'm almost afraid to go look for it again, in case I do get locked in this time." Serik chuckled a little.
 
Armande listened to his tale and he nodded. "That very well could be my parents' store then" He stated with a little chuckle. "My father tends to not check before he starts locking up. He just figures that his saying 'closing time' actually gets to the whole store and everyone in it." He chuckled again, shaking his head a few times. "Locked me in there once when I was small."
 
He chuckled a little at the thought, though he was sure that a small boy wouldn't find it amusing at all. Serik sipped his tea slowly, enjoying the quiet around them for a bit longer before sighing quite heavily. "Thank you for the tea," he offered with a smile. "I think, though, that it's time for me to get back into the real world, despite my protests to myself." The blond chuckled at himself a little before standing and stretching. "May I walk you out?"
 
He looked at the other, listening to the other and he nodded. He should let him go. He really should. He stood up, finishing his the and then tossing the garbage into the bin then looked at the other. "I would love you to walk me out." He stated with a warm smile. He did not want to leave the other. He really did not. He would like to stay with him and get to know him more, but this was okay too. He would just have to think of some sort of bogus excuse as to why he could not kill the other.
 
They parted ways about halfway down the block, and Serik was in a decidedly better mood now than when he had left home that morning. He knew that he would have to answer to his parents, but that would easily be taken care of. The blond figured he could appeal to his mother's soft spot for her only child and she would smooth it all over with his father. At least, that's how he was hoping it would all go. He'd barely entered the gates when his assistant was on his heels. "Your parents are looking for you."

"Of course they are, Dennis."

"They're in their suites."

"I'm sure they are. I'll see them at dinner."

"But sir!"

Serik ignored the small brunette and continued to his own rooms.
 
A couple weeks later and Armande was hating himself. He could not stop thinking about the man. He wanted to see him again and it was bothering him that he could not. Perhaps if he scared the other away or just... He had no idea. He did not know why he was doing this either. He was currently stepping along the rooftops of the palace and finding the man's bedroom. Leaning over one of the windows, he saw the man's bedroom and slowly dropped down. He easily swung his body into the room, landing gracefully in the room, looking aroudn to see if the prince was there or not.
 
The small brunette looked up, startled, from his desk. "Wha-- Who are you? What do you want? The palace is alarmed! You'll never have a chance to get to the family!" Dennis was shaking slightly. He'd only had this job for a year and he didn't want to lose it... He fumbled for a button on the wall behind him, but in his panic he couldn't find it and instead he fumbled around for it before giving up and bolting out of the door.
 
Armande arched a brow, looking at the room then back to the brunette. "Damn. Wrong window." He sighed softly, needing to find Sekir's room and not really having the patience to deal with spazzing young ones. He followed after him and took the back of his shirt, pulling him back to where he was. "Hush. I'm not here to hurt anyone." He rolled his eyes and then looked around. "I should have landed in the Prince's room. Where ish e?"
 
He squeaked but didn't say anything. If the man had official business with the prince then he would have made an appointment and Dennis would have it on his official calendar. The brunette wasn't going to give up the location of anyone. He stood stiffly, eyes forward and mouth clamped shut, though he did whimper when he heard footsteps coming up the main staircase.

Serik had his nose in a book, but the noise of his assistant drew him back into the real world. The blond stopped ten feet away with an eyebrow raised. "If you're going to harm someone in the palace, I hardly think a prince's assistant is your key to big money..."
 
Armande rolled his eyes. "If I wanted to harm anyone, you wouldn't know until it was done." he stated, releasing the assistant and walking toward Serik. "I got frustrated with trying to think of a way to meet up with you again." He shrugged a little, hands sliding into the back pockets of his jeans. "You do remember me, don't you? Before I make a fool of myself."
 
"If your point wasn't to hurt someone, why sneak into the palace through a fourth floor window?" he questioned, watching Dennis scurry away from them. The blond leaned against the wall next to him and studied the man's face as if he was thinking hard about who he was. Serik knew, of course. He had thought about the day he spent at the museum often, and had been plotting ways to spend another day like that one in the city soon. But he didn't want to show his hand just yet, even if the other male was obviously smitten with him. Someone didn't just hunt you down and break into your house just to see you because they thought you were a nice person...
 
Armande grumbled a little bit. This was very frustrating and not going how he wanted it to. He tapped his toe on the ground a few times before taking in a deep breath. "I don't like front doors." He commented and then turned to look at him. "You want to know my real job? Assassin. I was meant to kill you but I can't because I have apparently lost my touch and grown smitten with you and if you tell anyone that I am admitting this like some girl in an anime, then I will slit your throat before you can get the words out." He huffed and looked back at the other. "Basically, I was wondering if you wanted to run away with me and never come back here."
 
He chuckled a little. "Or," he started, the wheels in his head turning. "Or, we can not do that but instead stay exactly where we are and drive my father up the palace walls. My option makes me a little more giddy than giving up all my pretty things, really." The blond smiled and began to walk towards the other male. "And with your like of causing pain, I'll assume that you feel the same way on some level... I'm right, aren't I?"
 
Armande groaned. "I'd have spoiled you." He murmured before looking at the other, eyes staying with his. He then straightened his form a little, arms wrapping around his torso. He held himself and kept his eyes to the blond. "I could truly help with that." He agreed and kept his eyes to the man. He watched him walk forward, staying where he was and keeping his eyes to his. "How would that work then? Me stay here with you?"
 
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