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↠ Indie Canon/AU Portrayal
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↠ One of the many #GhostsOfJohn

~wanted me to drink more water."

Stares a moment longer, then he offers the bottle to him.

"Tastes like ice to me."

Wriothesley says nothing as he pulls his mask off, setting it aside without ever taking his eyes off of Neuvillette.

Then, with bottle in hand...

He takes the top off, and takes a large swig of the water, staring the Iudex down like he's once more daring him to say something.

"...you said you~

Making his way over with the water once he has it, staring at him like he's daring him to say anything.

Yes, that is so.

Give him a few minutes.

....he'll find out in a little bit.

.....SIGH.
More than he wanted to spend but he had his reasons.

"I'll have the Mora delivered by tomorrow."

...good thing he hasn't overspent this year.

He's really going to make him break the bank here.

"...3,200,000."

SQUINT.

"...little higher than I wanted to go but... 3,000,000."

BALKING--

"Since when can the hostess bid? 2,000,000."

Wriothesley can and will go bankrupt, is that what he wants?

"700,000."

Neuvillette has known him for how long now? And he's curious to see how far he's going to go?

"....600,000."

Now he's getting a full squint.

"...350,000."

That's okay, Warren-- Wriothesley, is not here to play.
(...well he is but still).

"...200,000."

Side eyes.
He will go higher if he has to.

He's staring DEAD ahead, arms folding over his chest.

"Ninety thousand."

Looking A W A Y.

// muahaha

"Seventy thousand."

Do not ask why he's cutting in, just do it.

#GIRP
Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins ... But you may call me Flins.

~...the flowers are nice though, he's never seen these ones before.

...maybe he'll pose some in one of his display boxes with his new atlas moth.

It's this very signature that makes Wriothesley crumple the letter up in a most dramatic fashion and toss it somewhere in his office.

Then he gets up to fetch it, just to toss it off somewhere into his bedroom because he'll be damned if his own stupid comment comes back to bite him.

"Stupid--."~

~his shoulders and draping it over his arm as he finally turns to face Neuvillette.

"...course this is the pot calling the kettle black here but I digress..." He gestures vaguely to Neuvillette. "...I'm not the one being hunted by an Abyssal creature leading a crazed group of cultists."

~"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇𝒇..."

Ottavio takes a deep breath then, pulling the mask off his face and pushing his hood down at the same time, the back of Wriothesley's head now visible.

"...I keep telling you to stop, but you don't know how to listen either." He huffs, shrugging the cloak off~

~𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆." He spits, letting his cloak hang open on his body now, only vaguely angling his head to speak again, words Neuvillette might find a touch more... familiar.~

~Neuvillette's desk with a hiss.

"𝑯𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆?" He growls out again, dropping the files on Neuvillette's desk as he starts to unfasten his cloak.

"𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇~

~striding off up ahead and easily dismissing all the cryo that blanketed Neuvillette's office.

He didn't bother waiting before he started flipping through the files Talon had brought in under Matthias' guise, another irritated growl pulling from him as he closed them up and carried them over to~

~debating what he wanted to do while the Captain's subordinates helped Childe's collection agent.

Sighing in frustration, Ottavio turned back to Neuvillette and growled out; "𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆."

He didn't wait, far too frustrated as both the Tenth and as Wriothesley at this point,~

~With that, Capitano waved his hand and hooked Childe's good arm over his shoulder so he could lead the younger Harbinger off to get the help he needed.

Ottavio watched and waited for a moment, seemingly annoyed though it was really a mask for the time Wriothesley was taking to think this over,~

~turned his attention back to Ottavio and Neuvillette, motioning with his head for the two of them to take their leave.

"𝘎𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘈𝘫𝘢𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧..." He says. "...𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺."~

~shrugged him off.

"𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦? 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥..."

Capitano huffed out a frustrated breath, resting a hand on Childe's shoulder to stop him. "𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳."

Before Childe could protest, Capitano~