... You ever think of donating it? The Lighthouse could probably find homes for it all, and you wouldn't be in mortal peril every time you open that door.
[he smirks, amused, as he looks it all over. of course, he's going to take the one he likes the looks of most for himself]
I help manage things for them, as well, so I'm not just talking out my ass about it. Also, I know a couple of other people who'd probably buy one off you.
I'll consider it. There's a lot here that needs to be sold off or donated.
[He gives the box he's currently holding an experimental shake, then sets it carefully on the ground. As soon as he cuts the tape holding it closed, a fat black cat pours out of the box and wanders off to curl up under a table.
Richard sighs.]
You may want to clean out the coffee maker to make sure it's free of cat hair.
[He walks over to his desk as he talks. He needs to write down Larry Laffer's name for future reference and he might as well do it now while he's thinking about it.]
I genuinely don't know if the cats are normal cats who are granted the ability to defy the laws of nature due to the properties of the building or if the curse itself manifests them wherever it wishes.
[The mask and eyepatch may hide most of his facial expressions pretty effectively, but you can still tell he doesn't look happy about it.]
Nothing keeps them out and there's nowhere in the building you can't find them.
That's ... well, it's not the most bizzare thing I've heard here, but it's still pretty bizzare. ... But we can talk about that later. These creditors, is the list long?
[he reaches down and idly holds out a hand for the cat to sniff. ever since Celeste got Grand Bois back from Mana, he's been discovering he doesn't mind cats]
Not extremely. I've managed to deal with all but the most persistent ones. The reasonable ones eventually accepted that their dealings were with the man himself and not the agency and that I shouldn't be expected to shoulder his debt.
[He pulls a handwritten list out of a file folder on his desk and holds it out.]
These, though, refuse to accept any resolution that doesn't involve being repaid in full.
[The list includes the names and contact information of several businesses in Bavan, mostly restaurants, high-end clothing stores, and tailors. It's very carefully written in the local language and thus ends up looking a little childish. It's clearly copied letter by letter by someone unused to writing with a ballpoint pen.]
[thankfully, due to their previous conversation, Horatio knows he's dealing with a man of considerable intelligence, and doesn't pass judgement on Richard's horrible handwriting. however, he recognizes some of those places. most of them, honestly, given his tastes and his need for having adult clothing tailored to his size.]
This should be easy enough. I'll handle it for you. You shouldn't hear from any of them again.
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[he smirks, amused, as he looks it all over. of course, he's going to take the one he likes the looks of most for himself]
I help manage things for them, as well, so I'm not just talking out my ass about it. Also, I know a couple of other people who'd probably buy one off you.
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[He gives the box he's currently holding an experimental shake, then sets it carefully on the ground. As soon as he cuts the tape holding it closed, a fat black cat pours out of the box and wanders off to curl up under a table.
Richard sighs.]
You may want to clean out the coffee maker to make sure it's free of cat hair.
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[Horatio's eyes widen just a bit at the sight of the cat, then he follows it with his eyes]
Of course. ... Hold on, that box was taped up. How long had that thing been sealed in there? Was the previous tenant's last name Schrodinger?
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[He walks over to his desk as he talks. He needs to write down Larry Laffer's name for future reference and he might as well do it now while he's thinking about it.]
I genuinely don't know if the cats are normal cats who are granted the ability to defy the laws of nature due to the properties of the building or if the curse itself manifests them wherever it wishes.
[The mask and eyepatch may hide most of his facial expressions pretty effectively, but you can still tell he doesn't look happy about it.]
Nothing keeps them out and there's nowhere in the building you can't find them.
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[he reaches down and idly holds out a hand for the cat to sniff. ever since Celeste got Grand Bois back from Mana, he's been discovering he doesn't mind cats]
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[He pulls a handwritten list out of a file folder on his desk and holds it out.]
These, though, refuse to accept any resolution that doesn't involve being repaid in full.
[The list includes the names and contact information of several businesses in Bavan, mostly restaurants, high-end clothing stores, and tailors. It's very carefully written in the local language and thus ends up looking a little childish. It's clearly copied letter by letter by someone unused to writing with a ballpoint pen.]
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This should be easy enough. I'll handle it for you. You shouldn't hear from any of them again.