Well, he can buy her furniture. . Not her life. He values her safety overall. x.com/MilitantFervou…

Maybe she will need to move. T'Challa couldn't risk her staying here. “You realize this means you will have to relocate, right?” x.com/MilitantFervou…

“Maybe you should save the decorating for when you return to Wakanda.” T'Challa removed his scarf, placing it on the back of one of the few chairs that went untouched. x.com/MilitantFervou…

||: queen mother: when will you marry? t'challa: when i drop dead

“I am saying when you return. I am not keeping you out here forever.” The monarch sat down, blatant ignoring the massacre that had apparently happened in the room. x.com/MilitantFervou…

||: tchalla has a personal servant he likes because he loves that he reaDS WHEN HE SHOULD BE WORKING

“You do realize, once you fulfill your duty, I am bringing you back to Wakanda.” T'Challa wasn't taking any other answer, clearly stubborn. x.com/MilitantFervou…

“Everyone has a place back home, and I cannot replace people easily. I do not know when this will all cease, but when it does, you return home.” Clearly adamant, the monarch crossed his legs—unphased by the mess. x.com/MilitantFervou…

He's finally risen from bed.

“Our job is almost done. . Once we eliminate the hierarchy of those we are after.” And he hoped, soon enough, that they could do that tomorrow. . x.com/MilitantFervou…

He noticed his sandals are missing—.

He's finally sitting down to eat. F i n a l l y.

“Everything is fine. . So far.” He smiled, brushing debris from the couch he sat on—acting as if he's never seen a mess in his life. x.com/MilitantFervou…

— sweet kitten

“I have been well. Handling Wakanda now that we have drawn out from yue shadows.” It was an intimidating process, so the monarch just chuckled. “I suppose it's going very well for me.” x.com/MilitantFervou…

“What in the world is a /meme/?”

“That wasn't helpful.”

“Have you? And what did you find?” T'Challa could normally assess a background without much knowledge, but Paris was different. . It held a lot of secrets. The monarch leaned against the arm of the chair, currently giving her all of his attention. x.com/MilitantFervou…

T'Challa took the tablet into his hand, softly dragging a finger across the screen. Their usernames were encoded, and they never used any personal data—which made things harder for the panther and his friend. “Is there a trackable router?” x.com/MilitantFervou…

The eldest offspring of T'Chaka nods, unable to look away from the tablet. “People like this think they are being clever. . Which is what makes them slip up once.” The technology was handed over, rubbing his hands together whilst brainstorming. “It cannot be Klaue—.” x.com/MilitantFervou…