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[b][u]Cuttersbury: Guild[/b][/u]

One of the disadvantages to bonding with a sound spirit was that you tend to hear far more than you ever want to. An example of this would be Lute listening to the moves Jett pulled on Estelle- [i] “Hey there, darling! Are you taken? It’s a crime if those pwetty lips aren’t kissed.”[/i]. Let’s just say that after hearing that line the virtuoso made a strangled noise that was between a snort and a cough.

The Cuttersbury Guild was… interesting. A talking parrot and a couple of men who seemed to think flirting with the ladies (or… Marcus) made for a good first impression. How lovely. Oodles of sarcasm in that last statement. Lute crossed his arms over his chest as he sniffed, watching as the two received a frosty reception from their targets. “Butter smooth. Ha,” He snidely commented under his breath until Delilah asked him if he could do any better. Point taken. 

“Mmm-mmm, it’s good to make your acquaintance, Nani and Cap,” Lute, still oblivious to the bright purple wildflower tucked behind his ear, smiled at the pirate. Trixie really seemed to abhor the parrot though. He patted the girl on the shoulder before a strange silence filled the room, enough for him to catch…

[i]“My mates call me Q. T. You know, 'cause Quentin Theophilos is a mouthful and it's like 'cutie.' Sort of a...play on words..."[/i]

“Q.T.? Isn’t that something you use to clean your ears with?” Lute asked loud enough for both Aria and Trixie to hear. Ah, well, whatever. “I… don’t know what’s happening, but I think the cotton buds guy hit on Marcus. By any chance, do you know what a Q.T. is? I swear it’s something… hygienic,” The virtuoso whispered back to Trixie, nudging her with his elbow as he leaned to her too. Also, five minutes in this place and they were already out on another mission? Whoa, whoa. “I guess we can do that-,” Lute sneezed again, “- it’s better than staying here and developing an allergy, anyway.”