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❛ Hi Romy baby... ❜
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mrsionys started following you ..
❛ Hi Romy baby... ❜
@mrsionys ❔ ❝ Don’t talk over me. ❞ !!
He should really get some kind of reward for not rolling his eyes every time he managed not to roll his eyes whenever he interacted with idiots that thought were kings. ❝Why don’t you get to the point then?❞ he sighs and forces a smile ❝We are both busy men, Mr. Sionis and I am presuming you want the business done as soon as possible. So why don’t you tell me why you called me here. I’ve heard the prologue before.❞
@mrsionys said:
❛ it’s not a party without a little drama , am i right ? ❜
if that’s what one would call drama. a single brow perks up as if the brunet is assessing whether or not agreeing would be in his best interest--- the riddler is always down for plenty of drama, just not entirely if it means going overboard.
“oh, certainly. makes things more .. interesting, if nothing else.” alas, this wasn’t his place to judge, so lips would curl into a wide smile as he proceeds to take another sip of his drink, seemingly enjoying this party to the fullest.
@mrsionys sent: ❛ You know, I’m very, very glad you’re coming. I think it’s very good you’re coming. ❜
“wouldn’t miss it.” he’s leaning forward on the table between them, dripping toward sionis. his response hands on the tails of roman’s words, the sound nipping at the heels of the previous one. he didn’t like to keep him waiting, didn’t have to think before speaking, not to roman, at least. most people thought too much. pointless, if you asked him. he wasn’t one for artifice, a genuine, blunt thing.
if he’s honest, he’s just as glad. he’s sionis’s creature, as spurred on by the feeling that one life--just the one--isn’t pointless, as he is by the promise of blood between his fingers.
“besides, don’t want to miss out on the chance to earn a few notches,” the smile creeps across his face. an excitement coils itself below his ribs, makes his fingers itch and his palms run just a touch hotter. “see if i can carve a souvenir off for you, while we’re at it.”