Nazarov found your little note
*Waggles his brows, suggestive.*
Was he jealous?
M a y b e
Don’t you like flowers?
*Must be new, Jean surmises, just as he finishes wiping off his mug and placing it gently next to the toaster. If it’s anything that he truly finds out of place, it would be the chosen base colour of the contraption; in all of his time working as a Spy for the industries, remaining unfailingly loyal to the respective theme of the company was a must. He was getting rather sick of blue, anyway.
Might as well make some toast.*
Oh, yes. That’s the whole reason why I came back for work in the first place.
…………is this about my little Valentine’s day prank.
*Real mature, Dimitri. Reaaaal mature.*
So what did I miss.