“Mr. President, I really must insist that you write back to your fans.”
The woman sighed as she was met with a completely blank and frosty stare, “What about at least for the children?”
“I don’t know what this is supposed to be, Aila,” Emryc said icily as he held up a picture hand drawn by a child, “Why am I being sent depictions of an anemic Lannik?”
The woman bit her lip and cleared her throat while doing an incredible job keeping a straight face, “Mr. President I believe...that is an attempt at drawing you with-..with your..” Her voice quieted down as he slowly turned to look at her again, his face directly next to the drawing he was holding up, “....ears..”
The aide had been at this all day in an attempt to get him more social and letting his fans know he was okay. The man normally had a lot of patience, but it was clear this was one of those rare things that tested its limits. Aila pinched the bridge of her nose as Emryc moved another pile of fanmail to the side for a droid to answer.
There was a beep on Aila’s datapad, similar to Emryc’s. She glanced down at it.
“You have a visitor request by the name of...Pufa..Pigundark,” Her brows furrowed slightly, “I haven’t seen this name before so I assume-” She glanced up when she caught Emryc suddenly coughing. Her eyes widened in surprise as it became clear he was coughing to stifle a snicker. It was behavior she had never, ever seen from the man in the multiple years she had worked with him. Aila was frozen in place holding the datapad in her hand. Eventually Emryc’s face went back to what she knew, the icy silvers drilling into her again.
“Send him in at once,” He stated curtly.
Aila blinked a few times before spinning on her heel to leave, wondering if she completely imagined seeing Emryc Thorne laugh.
@Altaris