Abigail raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms determined to look as improper as she could. "Well if no mistakes can be made you do all the talking." She frowned and looked around. "Who are we supposed to be finding again some Rom dude or something."

"Roma Antiqua, the principle." she stated, "I have one of our letters to confirm, and I have brought our agreement contract to sign. We are also suppose to meet with the second principle, but we did not exchange letters." she glanced back at Abigail and sighed. It'd taken long enough to get her to wear something that wasn't mucky riding clothes, although that was what she loved about her, her carefree nature and confidence.

Abigail nodded. This was why she let Honey go over all the formal details. She herself prefered the outside and the actual action. She scanned the rows of doors ahead of her. "Would he perhaps be in his office?"

She gave a nod, "Perhaps." she gave the door a tentative knock with the back of her hand.

Abi being impatient waited for a few seconds and then reached for the door knob.

Sorry! I was busy with another site, a comic, art class, school, und other scheiss, but Im back!

Germania and Roman Empire screeched as the door was opened. They stopped mid-brawl, Germania frozen in the process of trying to slice Romes head off with a battle-axe, and Rome trying to give Germania a haircut with his sword. The worse part was that they were both in their loincloths

(Glad your back ^^, No problem completely understand)

Abi crossed her arms and eyed them wearily. She bit back a snappy reply that was just itching to come out. Instead she said. "So what do we have here."

She let out a small cough, "Roma Antiqua?" she asked tentatively, very unsure on what she'd just come across, "If you don't mind, I believe we have business." she wasn't sure what to think of the situation, "Are we disturbing anything essential?"

Rome smiled. Nothing important. I am just giving Germania his haircut. Call me Roman Empire. he said, smiling. Germania scowled and lowered his battle axe before slapping Romes hand away.
Dont touch me, you roman idiot. he grumbled. He walked over to a chair and put on his tunic before lurking in the corner at his surprisingly spotless desk. Rome plopped down at his desk, hurriedly putting on his toga. So what can I do for you, misseses? he asked, trying to tidy up his cluttered desk. After a few moments, he pushed the papers onto the floor. Ill clean it up later.