[center][color=bfff00][h1]Floyd "Flemma" Cloute[/h1][/color][/center] 
[center][h1][color=#FFBF00]Milton[/color] [color=#26619c]Bertel[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=#26619c]“My lady’s name? It's um…”[/color] Milton stumbled on his words. What was his lady’s name again? It had been such a long time, since he had actually referred to her as such. Though such a scene was an eyesore to the puppet, who smacked Milton on the head. [color=#FFBF00]“You’ve actually forgotten my name!? You fur-brain.”[/color] The doll scowled before sighing and turning to the green haired man.

[color=#FFBF00]“You may call me, Margo, Mr. Cloute.”[/color] There was a small pause from the doll when considering which name to use, before settling on the one that had neither nickname, nor the suggested name that Floyd offered. The green-haired man simply nodded in acknowledgement, shrugging off the ignorance. 

Milton shook his head before looking up again.[color=#26619c] “Why am I here?”[/color] Milton pointed towards himself. There was a thoughtful expression, before Milton shrugged. [color=#26619c]“Dunno. I just received a letter and came with my lady.”[/color]

[color=#FFBF00]“What they expect from you is unknown even to me.”[/color]

[color=#26619c]“Ngah! Dotcha think that’s kinda rude, my lady?”[/color]

Flemma’s lips curled slightly. [color=bfff00][b]“Really? I mean, like…what do you want out of this job?”[/b][/color] He said, listing out, [color=bfff00][b]“Money? Prestige? Quality of life? All three, I don’t know.”[/b][/color] He shrugged. [color=bfff00][b]“Tax exemption?”[/b][/color] 

[color=bfff00][b]“Also, I’ve been wondering.”[/b][/color] The gentleman looked over to the small doll on Milton’s hands, amused but curious. [color=bfff00][b]“What’s your relationship with Mr. Milton here, Ms. Margo? You seem to be…umm…quite a governess to him.”[/b][/color] 

The initial word was babysitting, since she’s been way less airheaded than her partner, but he didn’t want to sound patronizing. Either way, it was pretty funny. 

[color=#26619c]“Oh that? Ngmmm. Well, I guess it’s a good opportunity to walk around.”[/color] Milton simply said, as if being a part of a security team was like taking a stroll around a park. Margo placed her hands on her temple and let out a deep breath before looking back up at Floyd.

[color=#FFBF00]“I’m his caretaker for reasons you have mostly seen.”[/color] Margo said while reaching out to pet the back of Milton’s head. The heterochromatic boy leaned slightly forward to the touch and had a happy look on his face. [color=#FFBF00]“If you gave Milton a crossword puzzle and gave him specific directions, I’m sure he’d answer the Across questions with the Down answers.”[/color]

Though Margo had a few question of her own. [color=#FFBF00]“How about you, Mr. Cloute? Unlike Milton, I know the gravity of our situation. Why are you here and why did they recruit you?”[/color] From what the two of them had seen, everyone in that room had experience doing dirty work before. 

[color=bfff00][b]“Their offer letter said a guy with my level of [i]experience[/i] is very [i]valuable[/i]”[/b][/color] He curled his hand’s index and middle finger in response. [color=bfff00][b]“I used to fight people as per my old job, so I guess that’s enough reasons for them.”[/b][/color]

[color=bfff00][b]“As for why I am here…”[/b][/color] He gave a thoughtful look, carefully considering what he were to say. [color=bfff00][b]“Let’s just say I pissed off some people back then, so they want me dead. I figure why not give them a legit reason to do so, meanwhile hunting them.”[/b][/color]

There was a moment of silence from the doll. It was as if those cold beady were judging him for what he said. Though the doll closed her eyes. [color=#FFBF00]“Do make sure that your little dispute doesn’t get Milton in trouble.”[/color] With that, she removed her hand.

Realizing the source of his headpats were gone, Milton briefly looked downcast before spotting the apparent lack of a right arm from Floyd’s body. [color=#26619c]“What happened to your arm?”[/color] Milton innocently asked as he eyed the stump where his arm should have been.

Margo gave Milton a criticizing look for his lack of tact. [color=#FFBF00]“Milton…”[/color] Margo began.

[color=bfff00][b]“Oh don’t worry.”[/b][/color] Flemma let out a laugh, waved his hand casually. [color=bfff00][b]“I got asked that a lot. It’s just a result of weapon unfamiliarity, and a LOT of pissed off people.”[/b][/color] He pointed to the long sword hanging diagonally on his back. [color=bfff00][b]“Don’t worry though, I adapted. Now if anything, they’d be unfamiliar with me instead.”[/b][/color]

[color=bfff00][b]“Anyway.”[/b][/color] He gave the two of them a two-fingered salute and a smile. [color=bfff00][b]“It’s nice talking to you guys. Gotta read up again on what the commander said, so talk to you soon…when the mission starts~”[/b][/color]

[color=#26619c]“Okay~ It was nice talking to you Mr. Floyd.”[/color] With that the conversation was left finished. Margo sighed as she leaned over towards Milton’s ear.

[color=#FFBF00]“You’re quite troublesome, aren’t you, Milton.”[/color] The black haired boy beamed at the doll. [color=#26619c]“You always said that was my best trait.”[/color] Though in context, Margo said those words with a mix of sarcasm in them.

[color=#FFBF00]“Just make sure to think before you act. Even if your head is filled with dust, at least it’s filled with something. Also refer to him as Mr. Cloute. It’s impolite otherwise.”[/color]

[color=#26619c]“Aww…”[/color]