He's a bit irked with me.

[imperialdecrescendo]

So I see you've finally decided to release me from that cacophony inside that mind of yours. Hmph. It's very trying attempting to compose with everyone running around like an insane asylum up there.

[He sits down, drinking elegantly from a warm cup of coffee. You swear you can hear the sound of Schubert somewhere in the distance.]

Now, to business. You know I'd much rather be in my conservatory with my piano, as I do not like to dwell on business matters when at all possible. But I must tell you, I can't say that I am all that pleased that you're considering sending me into another one of these games of yours.

[He sits his cup down, looking annoyed.] I shall have to retrieve the schnapps for this. And once again at Christmas. Just once, I'd like a quiet holiday, thank you.

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[therabbithearted]

These mundanes can be quite dreadful can't they? [My my my, someone is rather cross.]

[imperialdecrescendo]

Hrm. Normally she and I do not have much to argue about. But there are few others there that know how to keep silent.

[He continues drinking his coffee, his expression one of tense irritation.]

But of course, I am little more than a puppet on her string.

...At least she has good taste in music.

[therabbithearted]

I see...

[She pauses, and perks up her head.]

Your mun sounds agreeable, at the very least, and avoiding heated confrontation is always a good sign. Fortunately, most of the others lingering around here are rather pleasant. However I find my mundane to be most incompetent. [She begins to pout a bit.] It's like being bossed around by a child.