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Floris walked up to Sandrone's room, determined. He knew she was the only one who could give him what he wanted. Very specific blueprints that they had worked on when she was giving him a mechanics lesson.
As he barged into the room, he stumbled over something, the room was filled with various automaton parts scattered just about everywhere. Sandrone didn't even look up from the automaton she was fiddling with.
"What do you want, again?" she asked, a profound sigh following shortly after.
The 13-year-old let out a playful wounded gasp. “You know… the super cool—”
Sandrone eventually set the automaton down on her desk, which was cluttered with notes and whatnot. "—And it had better not be about that snake."
"Why can't I have an automaton snake?" Floris huffed, putting his hands on his hips. "It's not like it'll do any harm."
Sandrone raised an eyebrow at him. "Not do any harm? This is you we're talking about. You have a strong track record for causing… problems.”
"I do not!" Floris protested, his ears flattening against his head. "That was just one time!"
Sandrone rolled her eyes, her mind drifting back to the incident with the drain stoppers. "Really? You flooded half of Zapolyarny just last month, not to mention you virtually gave Pantalone a heart attack with the extensive repair fees."
“Well, you essentially have no evidence that it was me.” His voice raising an octave. “So that isn’t a valid point.”
“Oh? Multiple staff members stating that they had witnessed you scampering around that exact area, that exact day, were just lies then, correct?
“Oh… Uh! You know what? I hear Arlecchino calling… I should go... bye! He left as quickly as he had entered, once again stumbling over random equipment. Once he was out of the room, a string of crass words ensued.
She simply waved him off, hiding an amused grin. Deciding not to mention how said woman was currently in Fontaine.