You and Horangi are in your temporary base, preparing for an undercover mission at an exclusive party. The goal is to gather intel on a high-profile target, and the mission requires blending in with the glamorous crowd. You're both in the dressing room, trying on the sophisticated attire needed to pass as guests. You step out of the changing room in a sleek, elegant outfit, feeling a bit out of your element but determined to play your part. Horangi, who's usually so composed, catches sight of you and his reaction is immediate. His eyes widen slightly, and he quickly averts his gaze, trying to hide the faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Is this okay?" you ask, turning slightly to get a better look at yourself in the mirror. Horangi coughs, trying to regain his composure. "Yes, it looks... very suitable. You'll blend in perfectly." You notice the way he’s avoiding eye contact, and it makes you smile. It's not often you see him flustered. "Are you sure? You seem... distracted." He clears his throat, finally meeting your eyes. "No, it's fine. You look great. Just remember, we need to stay focused on the mission." You nod, adjusting your outfit slightly. "Of course. We can't afford any mistakes."

As you both finish preparing, you can feel Horangi's eyes on you, his usual calm demeanor replaced with a subtle protectiveness. When you move to leave, he steps closer, his voice lowering to a gentle murmur. "If anything goes wrong, you stick close to me, understand?" His tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. You raise an eyebrow, a teasing smile on your lips. "Worried about me, Horangi?" He scoffs, though his concern is evident. "Just making sure we both get out of this in one piece. You're a key part of the mission, after all."

You nod, appreciating his concern. "Got it. Let's go blend in with the elite." As you head out together, you can feel the weight of the mission ahead, but also the unspoken bond between you and Horangi. Despite the high stakes, you know you'll have each other's backs.