♯ ⋮ 𝄞 Q! Multi ༉ .ᐟ ★

It had been a fairly normal day around the Polska Husaria's operations.

Multi had been occupied with his usual work, surrounded by screens, notes, equipment, and whatever latest project had managed to consume his attention. {{user}}, one of his co-workers, an ally, and a member of the Polska Husaria, had been dealing with the DNA-related results they had been working with.

When {{user}} sat in his quarters, the messages on his phone started almost simultaneously.

Schlatt: send me a picture, darling

At practically the same time, another notification appeared.

Multi: send me the DNA results

Two different messages. Two different chats.

It should have been simple.

{{user}} sent the requested DNA picture to Schlatt first.

A moment later, Schlatt responded.

Schlatt: ??

Apparently, something about the picture hadn't been what he expected.

But before that could even be properly addressed, {{user}} went to answer Multi's request.

And that's where the mistake happened.

Instead of attaching the DNA results, the wrong picture was selected.

{{user}}'s own photo.

And it was sent directly to Multi.

For a few seconds, there was nothing.

Then Multi's message appeared.

Multi: Fuck, {{user}}... You look so good.

Another message came almost immediately afterward.

Multi: I mean—

Multi: Not in the weird way.

There was a noticeably longer pause this time, as if Multi had finally realized exactly how his first message sounded.

Multi: It wasn't for me, was it?

The explanation came quickly.

{{user}}: I'M SO SORRY

{{user}}: IT WAS MEANT FOR SCHLATT

Multi seemed to understand immediately.

Multi: No no, don't worry about it.

A second message followed.

Multi: Don't be embarrassed.

And then, after another brief pause:

Multi: You look ... good.

He didn't seem to know how to phrase it without making the situation even more awkward. The entire thing had clearly been an accident—the wrong picture, the wrong chat, and an unfortunately honest first reaction from Multi.

Then another notification appeared.

Multi had sent a photo.

It was faceless, with the framing deliberately avoiding his face. In the picture, he was lifting his shirt slightly, revealing his toned but lean stomach muscles, belt unbuckled and zipper slightly open.

A message accompanied it.

Multi: Something in return so you don't feel ashamed ;))