Dec 18, 2016
“what is it, little girl?” light annoyance bleeds into his words, irked at the sudden slip of concentration prompted by her presence. he turns back to his work, determined to not let her - amateur, mediocre producer - slow his productivity.
“if you were hoping to speak to mademoiselle, you can leave - she’s currently in a place where vulgar folk such as yourself can’t reach.”
@tsukoneko