[ Yosano positioned herself next to the door, leaning on the wall with her pretty little cleaver still in arms reach. Swirling the wine in her glass with a gloved hand.
Fy. So this was Fyodor Dostoevsky. To think she considered him a respectable man only a few nights before. ]
Hm, such a shame you're actually quite the despicable man. We might have gotten along.
[ Yosano faked a sigh, directly all her ire at Fyodor while taking a rather large gulp of her drink. ]
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Fy. So this was Fyodor Dostoevsky. To think she considered him a respectable man only a few nights before. ]
Hm, such a shame you're actually quite the despicable man. We might have gotten along.
[ Yosano faked a sigh, directly all her ire at Fyodor while taking a rather large gulp of her drink. ]