Walking into Aeriel's office, Aether sat down in his chair. It was a bit strange; he had called him, and yet he was the one late. Luckily for him, he didn't have to wait for that long, as A. walked in... with blood painted on his blonde hair,
Aether's eyes widened, confused, which made Aeriel chuckle. "It's nothing." He said, sitting down in his chair across the desk. "I had my reasons for killing him, so he wasn't innocent."
'I really don't care if he was or not... but I guess it's nice to know?' He nodded, still confused about what was happening.
Aeriel leaned back in his chair, rotating in it. "I heard from a shadow that you were listening to my conversation with that man. Is that right?"
Aether stiffened a bit, but then quickly regained himself. He had no reason to try and keep it hidden. A. had way more things to deal with than getting mad at him for listening to a conversation, so he nodded, confirming to him what the shadow had said.
