༻Ｔ𝚊ｒｔ𝚊𝚐ｌ𝚒𝚊༺

Ｈ𝚎 ｄ𝚘𝚎𝚜ｎ'ｔ 𝚖𝚞𝚌ｈ 𝚊ｐｐｒ𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊ｔ𝚎 𝚂ｐ𝚢𝚒ｎ𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖ｒ𝚊ｄ𝚎. 𝙸ｆ 𝚢𝚘𝚞'ｖ𝚎 𝚐𝚘ｔ 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎ｔｈ𝚒ｎ𝚐 ｔ𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢. . 𝙰ｔ ｌ𝚎𝚊𝚜ｔ ｔ𝚎ｌｌ 𝚒ｔ ｔ𝚘 ｈ𝚒𝚖 ｔ𝚘 ｈ𝚒𝚜 ｆ𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝙰ｈ. . . . . 𝙲𝚘𝚖ｒ𝚊ｄ𝚎, ｈ𝚘𝚠 ｄ𝚒ｄ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊ｎ𝚊𝚐𝚎 ｔ𝚘 𝚐𝚎ｔ 𝚊ｈ𝚘ｌｄ 𝚘ｆ ｔｈ𝚊ｔ ｐｈ𝚘ｔ𝚘. Ｔｈ𝚊ｔ. . . Ｈ𝚊𝚊𝚊ｈ, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 ｌ𝚘ｎ𝚐 ｔ𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚘.

𝚆ｈ𝚊ｔ'𝚜 𝚠ｒ𝚘ｎ𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖ｒ𝚊ｄ𝚎 𝙲𝚊ｎ'ｔ ｈ𝚊ｎｄｌ𝚎 𝚊 ｌ𝚒ｔｔｌ𝚎 𝚜ｔ𝚊𝚖𝚒ｎ𝚊 ｔｒ𝚊𝚒ｎ𝚒ｎ𝚐.ᐣ Ｈ𝚘𝚠 ｐ𝚊ｔｈ𝚎ｔ𝚒𝚌~

(The other snickered. . . His gaze remained unmoving along the figure of rich man. A sly fox eyeing wealthy prey.) Now, now. No need to get hostile, I was just being friendly, I'm here on business anyway. . Surely you wouldn't mind a discussion. . ʰᵒᵗ ᵈᵃᵐⁿ In that

. . . Staring.ᐟ.ᐣ Of course not, I'm. . . . . Admiring the technique, whoever taught you must have been quite skilled. And please, the "regrator" wearing such a thin cloth surely isn't fitting that 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 demeanor. . (He's still staring. . He never stopped)

Hobbies, hobbies. . . Someone like you.ᐣ I very well thought they'd all be some corrupt or scheming things, not doing. . . "Stretches" with such little cloth And how cruel, does the "regrator" know not how to hide their tongue, such words are bad for business. (He's staring.)

Ｔｈ𝚎𝚢 𝚊ｒ𝚎 𝚊ｂｌ𝚎 ｔ𝚘 ｂ𝚎ｎｄ ｌ𝚒𝚔𝚎 ｔｈ𝚊ｔ. . . .ᐣ Ｎ𝚘ｔ 𝚠ｈ𝚊ｔ ｈ𝚎 ｈ𝚊ｄ 𝚎ｘｐ𝚎𝚌ｔ𝚎ｄ ｆｒ𝚘𝚖 𝚘ｎ𝚎 𝚠ｈ𝚘 𝚘ｎｌ𝚢 ｆ𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘ｎ ｂ𝚞𝚜𝚒ｎ𝚎𝚜𝚜.

Ah, why of course. I quite enjoy reveling in it, only natural of course. Ah, ah, ah. . Can't do that, it's top secre— Hey. Ya' know my eyes are up here "regrator." (Arms crossed around his chest, biceps so clear through that thin shirt he wore. . What a toned man.)

(Ajax snickered once more. . How very prickly of the other.) How harsh, yer' gonna hurt my feelings at this point "Balladeer", and regardless of yer' ranking. I doubt you could "supervise me." (He had blatantly poked their forehead with a irritated laugh. How childish.)

(The orange haired figure visibly chuckled at their words. . Before leaning down) Listen "puppet" Not sure, you got much right calling me out on my stunts. It's shocking they put you on that task. . (He's snickering again.) Shocking, get it?

(They might have needed to do so. . Yet it's unsure if he had heard them, or if he's simply. . . . . In a good mood.) Huh? Oh, nothinng Just thinkin' about my next task soon, supposed to be exciting. For once.

(He snickered. . . Hands raising up with open palms as he simply joked.) How harsh, ya' might it sound like you want me dead Ya' know colleagues shouldn't be so aggressive towards each other!

Then why continue staring. . And secondly, I'll put it away once I finally deal with it. . So "Balladeer", yer' out of luck (That irritating snicker. . . He seemingly is. . Uncaring of their opinion.)

Surely. . Surely, they don't mean him

[Said Tartaglia waltzing through the halls with that. . . "Irritating" smile.]

𝙲𝚘𝚖ｒ𝚊ｄ𝚎. . . . Ｔｈ𝚎 ｄ𝚊𝚢 ｈ𝚊𝚜 ｂ𝚎𝚎ｎ ｌ𝚘ｎ𝚐. 𝚈𝚎ｒ' 𝚊ｒ𝚎ｎ'ｔ ｂ𝚎𝚒ｎ𝚐 ｖ𝚎ｒ𝚢 "𝚎ｎｔ𝚎ｒｔ𝚊ｎ𝚒ｎ𝚐" 𝚂𝚘. 𝚂ｔ𝚘ｐ.