A simple introduction, if I may...

[mr_croup]

Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. You may address me as Mister Croup, one half of the finest set of cutthroats in all of space and time

Comments

[ladyofarillin]

My typist is jumping around in a most child-like manner and clapping her hands together... this must be some sort of Terranan expression for excitement and -

Typist: OMG! I love Neil Gaiman! Forget Leonie, she's stuffy!

*sniffs* Stuffy indeed!

[mr_croup]

...I believe this is a disease of typists known as fangirling. My own says she will do it mercilessly if I 'get out of control'. *voice brims with distaste*

Typist: <3

Greetings, anyhow. I don't believe I caught your name?

[ladyofarillin]

Leonie Hastur, dom... it's a pleasure to meet you.

Yypist: Fangirling!! Ha!! I am a grown woman.

Though she rarely acts it...

[mr_croup]

Lady Hastur. The pleasure is all mine, I'm certain.

Typist: ...um. Your mom!(?)sorry

[ladyofarillin]

Technically I am not Lady Hastur - that is my brother's wife. I am just Leonie of Arilinn Tower. But thank you, dom.

Typist: Your FACE!! *winks*