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ð ïœðððïœ'ïœ ðððïœ ðïœïœïœððððïœð
ðïœð¢ðïœð ðððïœðïœð.
ðžïœ ð¢ðð'ïœð ððïœ ððððïœïœðïœð ïœð ððð¢. .
ð°ïœ ïœðððïœ ïœðïœïœ ðïœ ïœð ïœðð ïœð ïœðð ïœððð.
ð ïœðððïœ'ïœ ðððïœ ðïœïœïœððððïœð
ðïœð¢ðïœð ðððïœðïœð.
ðžïœ ð¢ðð'ïœð ððïœ ððððïœïœðïœð ïœð ððð¢. .
ð°ïœ ïœðððïœ ïœðïœïœ ðïœ ïœð ïœðð ïœð ïœðð ïœððð.
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ð°ïœ. . . . .
ð²ððïœðïœð, ïœðð ïœðïœ ð¢ðð ððïœððð ïœð ððïœ ðïœðïœïœ ðïœ ïœïœðïœ
ïœïœðïœð.
ïœðïœ. . .
ðððïœ, ð ðð ð ïœðïœð ïœððð ððð.
ð°ïœ. . . . .
ð²ððïœðïœð, ïœðð ïœðïœ ð¢ðð ððïœððð ïœð ððïœ ðïœðïœïœ ðïœ ïœïœðïœ
ïœïœðïœð.
ïœðïœ. . .
ðððïœ, ð ðð ð ïœðïœð ïœððð ððð.
ðïœðïœ'ð ð ïœðïœð ðððïœðïœð
ð²ðïœ'ïœ ïœðïœïœïœð ð ïœðïœïœïœð
ðïœðððïœð ïœïœððïœðïœð.á£
ðð ïœðïœïœðïœðð~
(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. .
ʰáµáµ áµáµáµâ¿
In that
. . . Staring.á.á£
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 ððððððððððð demeanor. .
(He's still staring. . He never stopped)
Hobbies, hobbies. . . Someone like you.á£
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.)
ïœðð¢ ðïœð ðïœïœð ïœð ïœðïœïœ ïœððð ïœïœðïœ. . . .á£
ðïœ ð ïœðïœ ïœð ïœðïœ ðïœïœððïœðïœ
ïœïœðð ðïœð ð ïœð ðïœïœð¢ ïœðððððð
ðïœ ïœðððïœððð.
Ah, why of course.
I quite enjoy reveling in it, only natural of course.
Ah, ah, ah. . Can't do that, it's top secreâ 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?
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.)
ð²ððïœðïœð. . . .
ïœð ïœðð¢ ïœðð ïœððïœ ïœðïœð.
ððïœ' ðïœðïœ'ïœ ïœððïœð ïœðïœð¢
"ðïœïœðïœïœðïœðïœð"
ðð.
ðïœðïœ.
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ð°ïœððïœïœ ïœðïœð ð¢ðïœ. .
ðïœ, ïœð'ïœïœ ðïœïœððïœ ïœððð ïœð
ðïœ ðïœ. . â
ð, ïœð. ððð ððïœ ðïœðïœð ðððïœðïœð.










