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As a voice called out from behind the door, the First gave the handle a turn and pushed it open, the chains adorning——
But that was none of Pantalone's business. +
𝔑egrator.
Sliding a finger under the shoulder of the envelope, it was peeled apart to reveal the too-formal invitation.
As a voice called out from behind the door, the First gave the handle a turn and pushed it open, the chains adorning——
𝔑egrator.
Sliding a finger under the shoulder of the envelope, it was peeled apart to reveal the too-formal invitation.
𝔑egrator.
Sliding a finger under the shoulder of the envelope, it was peeled apart to reveal the too-formal invitation.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ here could have
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ value!
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"Same reason you wear that silly little hat. It's my uniform."
"Same reason you wear that silly little hat. It's my uniform."
Another laugh escaped him, quiet at first, growing just enough to brighten his expression.
"You're serious. Ahaha-! That's magnificent."
He pinched at the stiff fabric around his neck.
"It does chafe."
Another laugh escaped him, quiet at first, growing just enough to brighten his expression.
"You're serious. Ahaha-! That's magnificent."
He pinched at the stiff fabric around his neck.
"It does chafe."
"Ah, it's just my uniform," he commented, echoing the witch's remark.
"Ah, it's just my uniform," he commented, echoing the witch's remark.
Without another word, he tossed the vial at the man, presumably the owner of the pharmacy, with a flick of his wrist.
"Catch."
His gaze remained fixed on the doctor's face, rather than the sailing bottle.
" Please, put that back. It's not for sale. "
His voice was as pleasant as could be, but definitely strained.
Amongst the herbs and tonics, the Overseer spotted a vial of poison, lips curling into a curious grin.
Without another word, he tossed the vial at the man, presumably the owner of the pharmacy, with a flick of his wrist.
"Catch."
His gaze remained fixed on the doctor's face, rather than the sailing bottle.
"If you say so~"
"If you say so~"
He lifted one hand, giving an small wiggle of his fingers as a wave.
He lifted one hand, giving an small wiggle of his fingers as a wave.
"Oh? Your silly little hat had me fooled."
"Oh? Your silly little hat had me fooled."
"A witch? How whimsical."
He stepped a half-circle around the spot where the witch had landed, not closing the distance, but refusing to stay in a single, readable line of sight.
"A witch? How whimsical."
He stepped a half-circle around the spot where the witch had landed, not closing the distance, but refusing to stay in a single, readable line of sight.
"Nice trick," he called up, eyeing the sigil on the underside of his shoes, feet pointed together to perfectly complete some sort of glyph.
"Nice trick," he called up, eyeing the sigil on the underside of his shoes, feet pointed together to perfectly complete some sort of glyph.
Amongst the herbs and tonics, the Overseer spotted a vial of poison, lips curling into a curious grin.
Amongst the herbs and tonics, the Overseer spotted a vial of poison, lips curling into a curious grin.