[Walter's buzzing around the apartment frantically with his makeshift-feather duster. No amount of dust is going to beat the angel of death, and the determined-going-on-annoyed look is showing that.]
I shall have it gone by the end of the day Sir Integra.
[She watches the face form on the screen and narrows her eyes. Not about to activate the video function in return, Integra Hellsing glares at the feed, recognition not seating just yet.
After all, she was no more than a girl when her father died, and he was quite distinguished in his later years. Nevertheless, her voice is cold. She has no time for idiots.]
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Why don't you dust it, Seras?
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Thank you, Captain. All's well, I trust?
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I shall have it gone by the end of the day Sir Integra.
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God, Walter. I don't care how cold it is outside, let's open some windows, shall we?
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As you wish.
[Calmly walking over to a window, he opens it and peers outside for a second.]
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Anything interesting?
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After all, she was no more than a girl when her father died, and he was quite distinguished in his later years. Nevertheless, her voice is cold. She has no time for idiots.]
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