L. Edgar.

Third," he looks at the cue card given to him by a butler, "ahem, 'this blog will be a mix of canon and headcanon, and will mostly follow the Limbus storyline and character, although the book will occasionally be used. Also, fuck the Wuthering Heights movie?' I'm not sure what any of that means, but alright. With my rules in mind, feel free to voice your thoughts. It keeps me company, and stops me from thinking mindlessly."

"Hello Hammer-having anon. I noticed you sent this letter a long time ago; I hope that you have not been getting into any trouble with your hammer. Anyway, I congratulate you on finding it. Perhaps you can start a Office with that simple tool."

However, for a serious answer," he says after letting his jest sit, "L Corp., because that wing is dead and gone. No position could survive that fate, could it? Or, if that answer doesn't satisfy you, then I'd have to say N Corp., as part of their little cult. Mirror me has told me about the dealings of Nagel und Hammer, and all I can wonder is what their definition of 'pain and suffering' is. If one of them suffered like I do, would they still preach what they do?"

...Marriage, I can see as a potential problem, but adoption? Why would you want me to adopt some random child?"

//Nothing special, just this online website and a lot of attempts haha

"Happy birthday, Madame Lake," he greets with as honest of a smile as he can muster, which turns out to be a lot more than he thought... Albiet with the same energy as every other smile he gives. "I hope you have a wonderful day celebrating, and have many more birthdays to come."

A light scoff. "Who would be stupid enough to do that? Surely all of you have some wealth, given you send letters to me so regularly."

"My brothers often say they are asked for autographs from Fixer fanatics. As a joking birthday gift, one of them gave me a signed copy of Fixer Monthly..."

"Ah. Thank you for the praise...?"

"Hello again. I don't have the even slightest clue when it comes to you of what you'll say, but if I had to take a guess... Will you ask for my hand?"

He tucks the spray into his pant pocket. Maybe he could give it to Isabella, just in case anyone tries anything with her. Or maybe Nelly would appreciate this, and find some creative way to use it?

He has to stifle a cough, clearing his throat.

"...Well, at least I paid them before this. What an inconvenience."

"Oh, good day to you. I suppose it is that season, isn't it? Give me a moment to have Nelly calculate how much I owe, just for records. It shouldn't be long, but if you'd like, you can come inside the manor."

"Well, seeing as I do not want to get sent anywhere," he says with a slight grimace, "I... suppose you can, but just behave. Be sure to pay for the amount of time you'll be staying."