(Totally understand. Sometimes I feel like I don't want to ever wake up. )

(Yeah no, it's brutal sometimes. Thanks for being understanding. This kinda got sprung on me with my parents trying to sell their house and everything, their mean attitudes are making things way harder than it has to be for everyone else. As hard as you try sometimes that bad energy can get really contagious and mess with you. You take care of yourself too, I'll see how I'm feeling come tomorrow.)

(Alright, you can take you're time. )

(Sorry, muse is still dead, going to try to push through it so this doesn't die on me.)
Armand Atelier

After a short glance, Armand disregarded the boy. He wouldn't be an issue.
He slowly made his way over to the right side of the estate, slowing his steps and taking care to not be seen through the window as he crossed by it on the outside. On the right side of the estate, a lone window on the upper story sat somewhat ajar. From the window, it was apparent an older, bearded man, their target, was resting there, fast asleep.
Now was just the matter of getting to the upper level. Two options. The more dangerous option was slipping through the side entrance where the servants entered the estate, visible from where they both stood and the other was, of course, scaling the house upwards and entering through the wind. Armand slipped on his mask as he considered his options.

"Did you bring rope?" He finally spoke up after a moment.

Armand Atelier

"It'll do."
He motioned for it, pointing to a ledge just under the window. On close inspection, there seemed to be a large hook embedded in the wood where a plant pot of mountain flowers hung.
It'd be rickety, but it looked sturdy enough to hold their weight.

Armand Atelier

He allowed her to climb it up first, to be fully sure of its integrity and to pry the window open for the both of them. Their coast still remained clear despite the loud clink of the two hooks together.

(Insomnia's been as god awful as my depression rn so 2am's prime posting hour. Hopefully I can still write coherently lmao)

Armand Atelier

Armand cautiously followed behind her, stepping down from the ledge and quietly into the room. Sure enough, the landowner was alone and fast asleep in the dark room. An effortless target no doubt.. Or so he thought. There was the sound of footsteps in the room over. Judging from the arrangement of the room and a curious absence, it was no doubt the man's wife. They'd need to make this quick.