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[May. 7th, 2008|11:14 am] |
*walks through the halls of the palace toward his office, phone pressed to his ear*
What color? I don't care what color. Pink. Girls like pink. ... Oh, it'll be a girl, all right. Even if it's a boy. With a father like that? ... *sighing* Green. Whatever. The important thing is that they're from Lúthie's friends. Don't forget. They'll play along. ... Of course I didn't threaten them. Threats are completely unnecessary at this point. Oh, and the same goes for the other things. This is the last batch, though, I'm serious.
*drops his phone in his pocket and steps through to his inner office with a nod to his secretary*
*doesn't notice his visitor until he's seated at his desk* *very nearly has a heart attack on the spot*
*after a long moment's recovery, coldly* Are you trying to kill me? Again? |
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