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[discanted]

You are in the right to suspect it, and I the most wretched of creatures -

Forgive me, my studio is a brothel. Come one, come all.

[ooc: ...because he's been denying this for so long, and of course it's painfully false. ]

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[theotokos]

There goes hanging out with you, anytime soon.

[discanted]

I ask only your pity, for those who've had no choice.

[theotokos]

You really do run with an interesting crowd, you know that?

[discanted]

We must not shy from the reality of another's suffering, dear lady.

[theotokos]

Of course not.

But forgive me, I'm a little loss for words.

[discanted]

All is forgiven, Madam. I am but the instrument of an unkind fate, taking in those she has discarded.

[theotokos]

... To say your studio is a brothel and-

How's about not prying into it further, and yes, we can mutually agree on caring for anyone that's thrown out?

[discanted]

Indeed, that is worthy.

I shall always be in the quest for apprentices, and you must also always receive those unforgiven by Nature.

[theotokos]

I hope that you mean ACTUAL apprentices, buddy.

Yeah, they have a tendency to really accumulate here, as is anyone can be easily separated from a guardian or parent. Especially the children in the orphanage.

[discanted]

May the Graces have pity upon them, I would take them all in if I could.