Astarion!! [A pang of irritation in his temples (throbbing just beneath his spectacles) as Zevlor finds little wisps of churlish conversation drifting into his long ears, briefly turning away from the jeweled column he'd been attempting to reposition before: ] Go. Do. Your. Work. If you've time enough to bother my performers then I'll have no choice but to find more to keep you busy.
[The briefest pause precedes one final slap upon the wrist.]
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illithidnapped) wrote2025-05-31 06:45 pm
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[The briefest pause precedes one final slap upon the wrist.]
Or perhaps trim down your lessons with Satine.