#sinistersolicitor

{✮}— Sudden headache. Yeah, he looks rather in pain.

Are you here for the Cinco de Mayo party? I have margaritas! ...You look too young for the adult one, so you can have a lemonade.

This one is dressed slightly better than the rabble. He's mildly annoyed instead of severely annoyed.

Look, I don't have time for your bullshit right now, Dio. As great as it would be to punch that smirk off your face, I have more important things to take care of. The baby is missing.

"Mnn..." She mutters sleepily, peering down into the bag she carried. Her lips parted briefly and began to move as she whispered an inaudible question to an unseen object. Jolyne nodded, as if gaining some sort of deep understanding from her actions before peering up at the man. She didn't care for him. Neither did her father. He was indistinguishable from a cockroach to her. A waste of human flesh and bone...her father deserved those things far more than that vermin did. If only she could...she would rip his worthless head from his shoulders to take that body for her father. Oh, if only....but such things were impossible. Jolyne made due with a look of complete disgust. He deserved nothing more.

Well, if it isn't Stupid Hot Brando. I'm kind of happy to see you, actually.

{ † } « Padre wants me to taste you --to see if you're worthy of honor us of your presence. » Hands tapping lightly the armrest of the throne, blue eyes apparently staring at him, blankly.

{ † } « Different, you say? How, if may I ask? »