[There's a scraping sound you hear first, like a stick being dragged back and forth against stone, and beneath that the very faint sounds of outside.]
[Luciela's voice, when she finally speaks, is somewhat less colorful than usual. Unless petulance is a color.]I don't believe I've ever seen so many good samaritans crowded into the ruins at once
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[Arms are property, right?]
But... I wouldn't be opposed to simply meeting for tea, if you're so inclined.
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[Not once he cuts them off you. :)]
But aside from that, of course I have no objections. Do you have a particular time or day in mind?
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[You limb-stealing asshole. :| ]
Tomorrow afternoon, perhaps? I... [need the company?] can be flexible, of course, but I'd hate to put it off.
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I would be more grateful if that face were here to spit in.
[And now it's more of a cruel smirk, followed by a little laugh.]
Wait. No I wouldn't.
[Ah, just one more thing to love about Anatole.]
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You almost make it sound as if spitting would be too kind! But what would then be appropriate?
[Biting it off? ...well, maybe.]
Perhaps some day in the future you can find out.
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It's for the ivories.
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Oh... yes, of course. That's one answer, I suppose. I forget sometimes how attached to wealth some people can be.
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Wait...are you a bu--I mean, unemployed?
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You could say that, certainly. I'm, ah... long since retired. My former occupation no longer has a place for me.
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