*Boy, are they jittery. Mr. 3 adjusts his glasses unnecessarily, sighing and looking away.
I've no interest in scaring children, Baroque Works agents or otherwise.
*He turns on his heel, clearing his throat quietly.
You're welcome to follow me. It's hard to miss — a big,—
(It’s been so long since they felt this way.)
And- why. Why. Invite me? Why offer. After. All that,