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[dying_dont_care]

The name is Baby.

*flips hair* I'm 25, and bored. Talk to me.

Typist: Peril Mulciber's grandchild, not that either of them know it. She's the granddaughter of a woman he was paid to impregnate in his twenties. She's a prostitute to support her habits.

Oh- lying about name and age. :D

Comments

[lirafilit]

*curious, if shy, look* Hello, Baby. Welcome.

[lirafilit]

*smiles* *chirps* You are welcome. Is there anything else I can get for you?

[dying_dont_care]

A customer? Is there any food around her, kiddo?

[lirafilit]

...to buy what? The kitchen is down the stairs and to the left. Everything's fair game, unless someone's sharpied the heck out of the aluminum foil.

[dying_dont_care]

*actually giggles* Thanks a lot. I owe you.

[lirafilit]

Not at all! It is not much... The Mansion does most of the work.

[dying_dont_care]

Brill.