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Amber sighed pathetically as she entered her father's office. She dragged her feet over to her usual seat on the couch and plopped down; glancing over to Rotti with a pout. "Daddy~?"
((My reply for Nia/Rotti Largo since Tumblr won't let me reblog))
Rotti nodded. “It’s nice to meet you, Lillian. My name is Rotti Largo, though I’m sure you all ready knew that.” He offered his hand to shake, studying her quietly.
He wasn’t sure who she was or what she was up to out here. He couldn’t get a clear idea yet. She was doing something wrong, though. Everyone in Sanitarium had a secret to hide, and if they didn’t, they weren’t out getting drunk after curfew.
She took his hand hesitantly, and shook it briefly. Her brain was still on high alert, and the physical contact with Sanitarium's most powerful man didn't help calm it any. When she pulled her hand away, she ran it through her wild curls. "Oh, everyone knows who you are, sir." It's flooded into our brains from day one, she thought bitterly. From the day parents started telling stories, it was all about how the world had been saved by one Rotti Largo, and how no one would be around if it weren't for him, and we should all be grateful for his contributions to the world. If only he took care of all the people is company claimed to.
"So... what has you out of GeneCo? I don't think I've ever seen you out, unless it's to announce something about the opera or make a public appearance for GeneCo's latest developments." She hoped her faux curiosity would keep his suspicions about her down, at least a little bit. She knew he was a smart man, though, and she really needed to tread carefully.
((If I owe you, let me know. Otherwise, if I don't owe you, MAKE ME owe you!! I'm awake for the next 6 hours, so I might as well owe someone something... [Tinay says "Oooh kinky."]))
((OMG TUMBLR SERIOUSLY THIS IS BULLSHIT. All I want to do is reblog a thread with my reply. What do you do instead? Tell me it's FUCKING unauthorized?! WHAT THE FUCK?! This is SO fucking stupid. I can't even reblog it from the page on my partner's blog because you tell me there are "technical difficulties". I am NOT having this.
To rotti-largo/Nia, I'm sorry, I'm going to respond as soon as I can, but Tumblr is being ridiculously stupid when it comes to reblogging from you. I'm trying my best, I promise.))
{Mag just saw Luigi ask Rotti for a monster truck, and the amount of disbelief is actually very little.}
"Mister Largo, what brings you to sanitarum square?"
-waves awkwardly to new followers- Erm...hi. I don't really do welcome starters anymore and I'm drowning in my own emotional duress slash owes on another blog.
Just, uh...lemme know if you want anything...?