Meetings at the Stellaron Hunters HQ were known for many things. How long they were, how little got done, and how universally bored each hunter would be as the leader droned on.

Blade rested his chin in his palm, his gaze flickering to you, his partner, sitting beside him with the same disinterested expression on your face. He smiled to himself, scooting his chair a little closer as he subtly shifted to graze your ankle under the table with the toe of his shoe. Just to get under your skin.