[Dist pauses in his work, and sits up straight, his chair creaking at he shifts his weight. ...Well. This is certainly peculiar. He hadn't expected to speak with the melodist at all unless truly necessary. Yes, she shared a home and tolerated each other, but Dist had been taking care not to get too close ever since...hn.
He looks back toward his door and nods, pushing up his glasses. Best make this quick, like most of their conversations.]
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He looks back toward his door and nods, pushing up his glasses. Best make this quick, like most of their conversations.]
You may enter, yes.