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[willbenotenderness]

[Roulette is still around, of course.

(barring a... minor gap in his presence)

He's just calmly sipping a cup of tea in one of the restaurants close to the lobby. Most of the people here are, to his knowledge, from worlds like his own. So, he thinks, let them come, so that he might see the differences between his world and the others like it. And as for those from worlds unlike his?

Well. If Tyrannus is truly lost to him, what's a (former, while he's here) prime minister to do but find a new project to occupy his time?]

Comments

[not_vintage]

The roof...?

[willbenotenderness]

Yes.

And then you'll take a trip off it.

[not_vintage]

You wouldn't do that.

Because if you did, you'd lose both your bargaining chip and a chance to show my Layton you're better than him by educating me properly.

[willbenotenderness]

There will always be another Clive. Killing you will make no difference.

[And, of course, he'll grab him back again. But Petrel doesn't need to know that.]

[not_vintage]

Yeah, but no other Clive that's his Clive.

My Layton isn't going to bend over backwards to save just any Clive. To be honest, it's hard enough picturing him bending over backwards to save anyone.

[willbenotenderness]

Who says I intend for him to save you? I intend to have a servant to replace Tyrannus, nothing more.

[not_vintage]

...

Don't you care about your own Clive?

[Oh Petrel, you silly goose!]

[willbenotenderness]

Not particularly, no. Any Clive will do.

[not_vintage]

Yeah, you're crazy.

And I'm not sticking around to see exactly how mental you are.

[Petrel ducks and then darts for the door, grabbing the handle.]

[willbenotenderness]

It's locked.

[He sits himself on the edge of the bed, watching Petrel.]

[not_vintage]

[Doesn't hurt to try the handle a few times. Well, what do you know, it's locked. Petrel looks around frantically for another means of exit.]

[willbenotenderness]

[There isn't one. Roulette will let him reach that conclusion himself, though.]

[not_vintage]

Okay, so no windows no doors. Figures.

I'm guessing you're going to torture me until I submit, then?

[willbenotenderness]

You know me so well. Good.

[not_vintage]

If I say that I'm yours forever it could save us both a lot of time.

[willbenotenderness]

Yes. Then we can simply skip to the training.

[...which is also torturing him until he submits.]

[not_vintage]

Iiiii don't need training. I'm already well-behaved and can demonstrate that anytime you like.

[He's still not going anywhere near Roulette.]

[willbenotenderness]

Go on, then. Demonstrate it.

[not_vintage]

...What do you want me to do?