#// childe please dont mess with the wrong tycoon

[theregrator]

"Ah... it's you." He's so excited.. not 😶

@childeofwar // thank you Leo for indulging me.

"Would you be so kind to elaborate, Tartaglia?" The clicks of his heels echoes in the hall, bouncing off walls housing at least 3 meters thick of ice. Somewhere across the long stretch of ice-cold floors, Pantalone could spot a very tall and energetic youth trying to run away at the sight of him.

Unfortunately for Tartaglia, it is too late.

He laughs a light, feathery laughter, knowing what Tartaglia is trying to avoid. The gods willed that humans would fell to greed. And ones like Tartaglia who knew nothing of restrain or tact would no doubt succumb to it. "Your debt to the Fatui grows. And I'm unsure how much longer I can hold it for you until the higher-ups ask." Reaching up, he pushes his glasses further up his nose. "Let that be a gentle warning that insolence does not go unpunished in the long run. It would be too enjoyable for the Fatui to get another half-day off work, wouldn't it?"

At times like these, he found being deaf to be a gift rather than a disability. As the world around him snaps into silence, the only thing he 'hears' is the movement and aura radiating from the human body. Most times, they were rather accurate.

"Hurry on now, go back to what you were doing. Don't want any of the other Fatui Harbingers to find you dilly-dallying here, don't we?"