[Lovi, OPEN] Accidental Assignment reArrangement

[xiaomei]

"It's such a pretty day out today, isn't it?" The petite Asian woman chattered happily to her companion, who was half-hidden behind a massive floral arrangement. She was glad he'd decided to accompany her on this particular delivery... she wasn't entirely sure how she would have managed on her own. The wagon she'd use normally was already full of flowers... that huge arrangement would have meant a second trip. Goodness. That would have been highly inconvenient.

Mei couldn't help but giggle lightly. "It's so nice to have the sunshine out. And Lord Bonnefoy is just going to adore these arrangements, with all the lilies and the roses and the lavender..." She'd continue chattering at him, whether he truly was listening to her any longer or not, solely to fill the silence. She glanced down at the stack of papers in her left hand, confirming the delivery time for herself, though she'd confirmed it dozens of time already.

"Thank goodness his house isn't much further... are you sure you don't want me to carry the arrangement for a while? I can hold it... you can rest your arms and pull the wagon..." She glanced at the boy beside her, never once pausing in her steady walk. She was concerned for him... he'd carried that thing the entire way... and while she was incredibly proud of it... she was also incredibly concerned about Jia Long's well-being. She couldn't have her assistants getting hurt, now, could she? No, of course not.

[Lovino Vargas]

Why did this city have to be so goddamn big?! Lovino was running through the noble district on his way to the military headquarters to drop off some confidential papers he was carrying in his bag. He'd gotten these papers from his boss this morning, told he needed to get these papers to a certain General by 16:00 and it was already 15:40. Fuck his life. He would have had more time to get there except that the bus had been delayed and then had broken down along the fucking way. So, it had had to do an emergency landing which had scared the shit out of him and here he was running past disgruntled nobles who seemed to look down on the very notion of running in public. Not like he gave a shit.

He clutched the strap of his bag tighter where it lay across his chest. He was going to be late he knew it, but at the very least he could try be less late. So he kept running, flying past mansions and expansive gardens. He kept glancing down at his bag once in a while, nervous about its contents. Lovino hadn't been specifically told not to read what was inside, but he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to. But he had anyways, reading the details for a military action against a Ruthian base they had discovered and infiltrated already with a few spies. He hadn't read most of the details, but he felt wary enough just knowing that much.

Distracted by his thoughts the Italian rounded a corner only bump into someone, sending him sprawling onto his butt and watching papers fly into the air as his bag fell open, it's contents spilled across the sidewalk. He already was scrambling to get his papers back, too stressed out to care about apologies or formalities at that moment. "Fuck fuck fuck shit..." he mumbled under his breath.