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[monocle_layton]

[Monocle has ventured out of his own floor of the DR and gone to the one place he is not allowed to go - Shecole's floor. He's currently hunting for said Shescole to discuss a matter of some importance.]

My dear Descole, where have you gone? It is most unladylike to keep a gentleman waiting when you have business to discuss with him.

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[contraltoflute]

[Said Shescole is currently having a panic attack up in the rafters at the sight of him in the one safe place she had. If he's paying attention, though, he might be able to hear the muffled whimpering from a little above his head.]

[monocle_layton]

[He looks up.]

Ah, a pleasure to see you, my lady. Please come down so we can talk with one another face to face.

[contraltoflute]

[Scrabbling back further from him on the rafter, she presses her boa to her mouth to muffle a whimper.]

F-fuck off.

[monocle_layton]

Is that any way to talk with your potential political opponent? The voters would feel that you are badly representing yourself if they hear you using language like that.