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Goodwill"You think it, uh, bothers Fairweather?" Nightfall asked.
See? He never could have been the Onyx Advisor.
While he could feel how the Wyrd spark inside of him had slowly fanned to a flame, he was still woefully ignorant of most esoteric things.
Almost subconsciously, he began softly humming "The Music of the Night", the same song he had sung that evening.
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"I believe it might, yes? How it works is beyond my knowledge, perhaps something for the Autumns to work out. But," she smirked, "it is a start, no? Thank you for this folder, Mr. Fields, I will read it in detail. Mr. Surefoot, perhaps you may be so kind as to pay the Empty Orchestra a visit and try to establish a connection with its new owner."
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GoodwillAn eyebrow scurries up under messy bangs as it's raised in curiosity and speculation. It's almost enough to send the Fairest back to the bar, but then the task is delegated to Yui.
Which... it should be. Apparently Nightfall still had habits to break.
"Well... cool. Glad I could help," he says with a smile.
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"Of course, Mr. Fields, you may feel free to embarrass my Goddaughter some more if you wish. I am certain she would enjoy that, no?"
A slight twinkle in those perfectl eyes.
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Goodwill"You have a goddaughter?" Nightfall asked innocently.
He then dipped low to flourish a bow, grinning while saying an old Russian proverb, "Kogda solntse stoit vysoko, zvezdy ischezayut."
With a nod for Yui, the Treasured left Treasured to the Treasured.
Translation
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Yui nods gratefully to his Queen. "I shall do." The Russian goes over his head. Maybe he should learn just so he knew what his Queen was saying? He takes a step behind Nightfall. "I'll go now, if there is nothing.." He trails off, an idle paw grooming his side.
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