[ Once Belial leans back, Ryo reaches across the table to gather the papers into a neat little pile, careful not to crease it, giving the new signature at the bottom of the page a quick glance as he does so. ]
You're able to spell your name correctly. Well done. [ It's said in the driest tone imaginable, the line of his mouth dipping slightly in a frown. ] Do you want a gold star for that?
[ He quickly slips the papers into a black folder he'd brought along—he's a very thorough person and knows the importance of keeping legal documents safe and organized—before tucking it under his arm and standing up. He takes a brief moment to adjust his pristine white coat before heading for the door with light, almost soundless steps. Better follow him unless you want to be left behind, Belial. ]
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You're able to spell your name correctly. Well done. [ It's said in the driest tone imaginable, the line of his mouth dipping slightly in a frown. ] Do you want a gold star for that?
[ He quickly slips the papers into a black folder he'd brought along—he's a very thorough person and knows the importance of keeping legal documents safe and organized—before tucking it under his arm and standing up. He takes a brief moment to adjust his pristine white coat before heading for the door with light, almost soundless steps. Better follow him unless you want to be left behind, Belial. ]