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[ God this is weird. He hates this. Ringing little bells to exploit a worker, it just feels wrong. Opening the door??]
[GOD this is going so bad]
Lio Fotia.
[THE WHOLE NAME]
You would prefer Plum?
Lio Fotia.
[THE WHOLE NAME]
You would prefer Plum?
[USING A NAME IS FAMILIAR no thats fine i guess he can understand that (why).]
Then do not call me anything.
[Hm.]
We can make requests of you?
Then do not call me anything.
[Hm.]
We can make requests of you?
[mr lio nobody is just fine with him god that's sad]
Clothes. My clothes. It is cold in here, all the time.
Clothes. My clothes. It is cold in here, all the time.
[ ah. her face darkens a little, though it does not seem to be directed at mister lio nobody, saddest burnish of all ]
I'm afraid your personal belongings were misplaced in the arranged transportation. My sisters and I are currently following up on their location. [ a beat ] Would you like a sweater?
[ a fancy sweater. ]
I'm afraid your personal belongings were misplaced in the arranged transportation. My sisters and I are currently following up on their location. [ a beat ] Would you like a sweater?
[ a fancy sweater. ]
[no he needs tighter pants so he feels more secure, like a thundershirt for nervous pets.]
. . . Fine.
. . . Fine.
Please give me a moment.
[ she leaves because apparently? it's very important to her? that lio gets his sweater IMMEDIATELY? it takes maybe a minute before she's back. fast...
she is holding this horrible sweater but in cashmere. ]
Will this do, sir?
[ ....... at least it is warm ]
[ she leaves because apparently? it's very important to her? that lio gets his sweater IMMEDIATELY? it takes maybe a minute before she's back. fast...
she is holding this horrible sweater but in cashmere. ]
Will this do, sir?
[ ....... at least it is warm ]
[Wow! Horrible! Love that sweater for a child. A child's sweater.
Lio doesn't give a shit though. Taking . . . it . . . . ]
Alright.
[no thank you though]
Lio doesn't give a shit though. Taking . . . it . . . . ]
Alright.
[no thank you though]
[yah she fucked up]
. . . Why this group of people?
. . . Why this group of people?
[Peach is still in her mini-event teacher outfit when she answers the bell, entering from the hall and stepping into the library quietly. Or, like, as quietly as one can with a big bell dangling from their neck. But she stops a few feet away before offering Lio a curious look.]
You rang, Mr. Fotia?
You rang, Mr. Fotia?
[ Why are they all so weird!!! With the Misters and Sirs. ]
If I have questions, you will answer them?
If I have questions, you will answer them?
[He's not! Progress. Maybe?]
Blue. When does he actually arrive. Does he exist at all?
Blue. When does he actually arrive. Does he exist at all?
[ Hewwo??? Peach??
Opening the door for her - though he doesnāt waste much time before heās just launching into it. ]
Peach. I need to know - will the same killer from last week strike again, or will it be someone different?
Opening the door for her - though he doesnāt waste much time before heās just launching into it. ]
Peach. I need to know - will the same killer from last week strike again, or will it be someone different?
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