[ C'mon... work with him here, Cal...! (Though it's not entirely his fault that the Madam is so desperate to find a match for her son.) ]
Now ma'am, I'm afraid my baby brother here already has a family of his own to look after. [ He turns to Cal, and fake-marries him to the first cute girl that comes to mind: ] Oh yeah, Mercedes wants you home early tonight. I saw her on the way over.
[ (Sorry, Mercie...) The Madam frowns at this, claws loosening somewhat from Cal's arm, but before she can fix her attention on Sylvain instead— ]
No no, I've already got someone at home as well. [ Fake news! ]
—But you know what? I do know someone who would be very interested in your upstanding son. He's hard to miss—tall and healthy guy, white hair, wears an eye mask. Goes by the name of Gojo, you'll know as soon as you see 'im.
[ Madam Vermeer hesitates again to consider this new prospect, and in that moment Sylvain roughly yanks Cal out of her grasp and towards the mines, bidding her a very hasty adieu. Better walk fast!!! ]
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Now ma'am, I'm afraid my baby brother here already has a family of his own to look after. [ He turns to Cal, and fake-marries him to the first cute girl that comes to mind: ] Oh yeah, Mercedes wants you home early tonight. I saw her on the way over.
[ (Sorry, Mercie...) The Madam frowns at this, claws loosening somewhat from Cal's arm, but before she can fix her attention on Sylvain instead— ]
No no, I've already got someone at home as well. [ Fake news! ]
—But you know what? I do know someone who would be very interested in your upstanding son. He's hard to miss—tall and healthy guy, white hair, wears an eye mask. Goes by the name of Gojo, you'll know as soon as you see 'im.
[ Madam Vermeer hesitates again to consider this new prospect, and in that moment Sylvain roughly yanks Cal out of her grasp and towards the mines, bidding her a very hasty adieu. Better walk fast!!! ]