( The idea of cold is a lifestyle, not a state of the body or weather. It chills every child of Snezhnaya into becoming individuals who must engage in survival from the moment they're born. A simple distraction could result in the kind of sleep that they may never wake up from. A peaceful death. Such is the love that constantly embraces them on the daily. The kind that fortifies and never melts.
Most important calls have already been executed and translated into easy statements with fine ink. Everything awaits Navia on his desk so she can review freely, procured to satisfy any expert set of eyes. At the end of the day, she is the boss, and so he holds her to such regard. It's in this regard which holds his smile whenever he opens the door to finally rescue her from having to wait a second longer. )
I must apologize for keeping you waiting, Miss Navia.
( He tilts his head, closed eyes lifting even more as his smile thaws his cheeks. The squinting is enough to gather the brightness and warmth she carries from Fontaine. )
Oh, good, you didn't underestimate the weather. Most people would, heh. We get brave tourists sometimes who often end up in the hospital... Come in.
( He keeps the door opened for her, allowing the proper space for her. The radiator inside his office is turned higher to keep guests comfortable. Even so, he carries with him an undeniable identity of expensive leathers and cigarettes. Anybody who has ever been in the mighty presence of Neuvillette may cower before him and yet Pantalone appears to be taller. He goes around the large desk so he can sit on more leathery cushions, fingers bridged and smile forward. )
Everything you need is on the paperwork. I'll need your signature after you review them. The rest is a matter of our creative touch. The building capacity is about 500 people and being on the main street will grant any of your personal friends the best views of our city. You'll have to judge that for yourself, though.
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Most important calls have already been executed and translated into easy statements with fine ink. Everything awaits Navia on his desk so she can review freely, procured to satisfy any expert set of eyes. At the end of the day, she is the boss, and so he holds her to such regard. It's in this regard which holds his smile whenever he opens the door to finally rescue her from having to wait a second longer. )
I must apologize for keeping you waiting, Miss Navia.
( He tilts his head, closed eyes lifting even more as his smile thaws his cheeks. The squinting is enough to gather the brightness and warmth she carries from Fontaine. )
Oh, good, you didn't underestimate the weather. Most people would, heh. We get brave tourists sometimes who often end up in the hospital... Come in.
( He keeps the door opened for her, allowing the proper space for her. The radiator inside his office is turned higher to keep guests comfortable. Even so, he carries with him an undeniable identity of expensive leathers and cigarettes. Anybody who has ever been in the mighty presence of Neuvillette may cower before him and yet Pantalone appears to be taller. He goes around the large desk so he can sit on more leathery cushions, fingers bridged and smile forward. )
Everything you need is on the paperwork. I'll need your signature after you review them. The rest is a matter of our creative touch. The building capacity is about 500 people and being on the main street will grant any of your personal friends the best views of our city. You'll have to judge that for yourself, though.