Valentine's Pent House
"Tch. A naughty little Guide indeed." The Necromancer mumbled with a small grin as he stared at the text Ambrose sent him.
After a long day of getting too deep for comfort with Hunter politics, he was looking forward to spending the rest of the evening doing nothing.
But then he recalled Ambrose left him on read this morning—and that annoyed him in a way he would rather not wish to expatiate on.
"Don't tell me you and that C-Rank have anything going on." An aggravating voice echoed from his kitchen island.
He sighed, looking over his shoulder and staring at none other than Gabriel. "We're done with our meeting with the Federation. Aren't you supposed to be hibernating on a mountain in Canada or something?"
"Funny," Gabriel deadpanned. "Seriously, what's up with you and Ambrose Hale?"
"What's the matter? Is someone jealous?"
