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'Oho~ is this a challenge, rough paprika?'
Entertained by his tough act I stared at his finger pointing the... Surprisingly high pile of papers, and felt the rush of finding a worthy opponent for some reason.
"Gustav, could you tone it down? I remind you she's my child."
"And? She seems to like it. Don't you, flashy youngling?"
'Pff... D*mn~ you got me there, old man. Sorry, Mister. He's right.' — I thought as I nodded to the Duke, sorry that I wasn't minding it as I was supposed to.
"Sigh... I guess she does."
"You're just too uptight of an ar**hole, ashy youngster. The kiddo knows her stuff, get out if you're gonna be annoying.
Now come here, flashy kid. Show me that thing you're using the... What's its name again? You have to name things kid. If not this sh*t happens."
The old man went to sit back at the seat where we found him, inviting me to seat with him as he whined.
