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WHO: Kristoph Gavin [myscarsmiles] & Squalo [sharkycantfail]
WHAT: A strict talking-to. Perhaps more.
WHERE: Vescovo Manor, Kristoph's office.
WHEN: November 2nd.
Kristoph sat, in his shockingly neat office, filing through some reports he'd received a little while ago and trying to make sense of everything. There was a lot of, ah, drama lately, and it was simply a matter of getting things together and organizing them in a good way.
He was also waiting for Squalo, as they'd arranged this time to discuss what had been happening lately. Kristoph, to put it flatly, was astonished by Squalo's behavior. No control, that one. No control, and a lot of power. A terrible combination, for him, for this house, for anything.
He had a large, imposing desk with various knick-knacks - a silver globe paperweight, a fancy pen, neat stacks of paper, and that sort of thing. His chair was incredibly comfortable, high-backed and leather, but one chair sat in front of his desk - wooden, elaborate, and decidedly not comfortable.
He put his white gloves on and folded his hands over his desk and waited for Squalo.
WHAT: A strict talking-to. Perhaps more.
WHERE: Vescovo Manor, Kristoph's office.
WHEN: November 2nd.
Kristoph sat, in his shockingly neat office, filing through some reports he'd received a little while ago and trying to make sense of everything. There was a lot of, ah, drama lately, and it was simply a matter of getting things together and organizing them in a good way.
He was also waiting for Squalo, as they'd arranged this time to discuss what had been happening lately. Kristoph, to put it flatly, was astonished by Squalo's behavior. No control, that one. No control, and a lot of power. A terrible combination, for him, for this house, for anything.
He had a large, imposing desk with various knick-knacks - a silver globe paperweight, a fancy pen, neat stacks of paper, and that sort of thing. His chair was incredibly comfortable, high-backed and leather, but one chair sat in front of his desk - wooden, elaborate, and decidedly not comfortable.
He put his white gloves on and folded his hands over his desk and waited for Squalo.