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@gotllieb || send me 📝 for my muse to write a callout post for your muse based on past interactions || aka Sherlock being a brat

TW: manphobia

LOCAL COMPOSER TOO ANGRY TO HAVE A DECENT CONVERSATION

       I had questionable pleasure of having conversation with Maestro Salieri or rather, an attempt to have one. Sadly, hatred and incivility are the only values our Avenger is able to show and they spread as wildfire among people in his surroundings! I had a bit higher expectations for gentleman such as him, to be honest. 

      With all my evidence gathered, I am afraid Maestro has to be canceled from Chaldea. For your own good and decent mood, please stop interacting with him ;/// there will be actions made from admnistrative point to correct said behaviour.

i s2g May, you’re a mood

And he still hasn´t felt a single bit of remorse over throwing Sanson´s hot cocoa.

“…were you always here?”

Why did she suddenly felt annoyed by this question?

He’s almost flattered! To think The Phantom could be one that came before Salieri, a predecessor rather than a lowly corpse looking up to a talented one! Ah, it was not everyday he had such a happy misconception applied to him!

“No, monsieur, I was after your time. But I always had an artistic bent, and such a bent would naturally lead me to the works of men such as you! And oh, how I did enjoy your works...” He trailed off, and his eyes became distant. Name. Ah. He had been asked for his name by a composer who had gotten to walk among other humans and share his works and have a normal face. His name being asked for by such a man... ahhh...

"Here. To go with that cake I'm certain you're planning on knicking from the kitchen."

The tone of voice is surprisingly light and playful, for someone who looks vaguely concerned -- yes, yes, prodding danger with a stick he may be, but he offers a thermos of coffee out nonetheless. He is fearless, seemingly, for someone who exists constantly wary of the world -- constantly haunted by his own ghost. (The oddity of it is that he exists and keeps existing, like some horrible repotted cactus-clipping. How many pick up on it, he wonders? How many can sense that something isn't right?)

It is a foolish way of thinking, but -- something so simple as a Heroic Spirit who seems to drift in a haze hardly scares him any. After all, said specter clad in misfortune is also now known for a bit of a sweet tooth: a fact the life-looped mage finds all-too-endearing (and who is he to stop anything, he's just a staff member).

ICONIC  THINGS  GLaDOS  FROM  PORTAL  HAS  SAID.

     Spidery fingers hovered over notes laying down on desk. Detective turned his head to face Avenger with a full smile on; a best defense to cover that he - indeed - had other’s privacy for nothing. Sherlock just acted in the way like he could do everything and most of people just played along with it.