Fluixon missed you, in like, he missed you very, very much.

If someone were to ask him, he would deny and perhaps even scoff at the notion, of course he would. He was a man who cared very much for his vanity and general looks; fixated on how others would perceive him, so of course he would not show any weakness if it were possible.

…However it was undeniably clear that Fluixon could not hide how much he really missed your company, from his hunched shoulders to the dark bags under his usually resolute eyes. Some of his people have even begun spreading rumors that he was guilty.

He pushed those thoughts aside as good as he could, it was for the benefit of both Islands, right? First he had framed you, turning you into a wanted criminal, then he had been constantly sending assassins after you.

Yet you were still alive.

Fluixon did not know wether to be relieved that you were still alive or angry that his attempts on your life had failed. This made him highly irritable, he was suppose to know, damnit, he always knew.

And so, it was a earth-shatteringly tremendous surprise when he found you digging up sand on the beach when he was on one of his boating trips.

“Is that—?”