“Your work has earned you an acknowledgement of sorts. It is within you to accept it ...” and there comes a pause, gloved hand raising to let a few keys clank against each other. “or to stay here. Time is scarce and he was never fond of waiting. What say you, then?”
“When children break something, who cleans up after the mess?”
It would be of no use to argue, much less someone with such prospects. He could only hope this one would be at least a little bit more manageable than the previous cases, and a bit more entertaining, too.
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“ I must thank you for the information I
desired.”
he rises from his cot and moves to press a
palm against the lock. boy ? lips twist into
a snarl and he spits back.
“you are someone’s lap dog, I gather.
did your master send you on a fetch
quest, hm.”
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well aware of his own mistake. “or should I say mr. Chemist? Ah, titles are much confusing when they mean the same; which is to say, nothing at all. Say, Gatto...”
Slowly, playfully, his non–clawed hand reaches out for the kitty on his shoulder. “Are you busy?”
Much to Tuberose’s own dismay, his schedule was far from flexible enough to entertain these ... recreational visits. It hasn’t been so long, could have been much more—— given the scandalous times he’s spent imprisoned ( courtesy of that dear benefactor of his ).
This is unimportant, the thought of this little researcher was absurd & hardly worth indulging in. His upper body leans forward, shortening the distance between their faces, and his eyes narrow as if a smile hid beneath the mask.
“Mr. Researcher,” he says, –
“Oh dear, had I been so calm back then, who knows when I would see the light of day once more? Truly, my master has a rather specific type when catching strays. Get up, boy. Now.”
“If the security is as ineffective as you claim it to be,” Tuberose asks, idly cranking his blades together as if showing this youth how little he cared. “why don’t you attempt to escape?”
A dramatic sigh follows, and he turns his back on him to press it against the cell.
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scaled hands fold the pages closed,
his gaze wandering from monotonous
text to the newcomer. the first soul
besides the jailers helios had glimpsed
in moons.
“the security in this miserable place is
severely lacking. why are you here ? to
mock ?”
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