[And that's about the time, while Schuldig remains out of sight and keeping Valmont pinned, that Crawford opts to put in his (vaguely dramatic, this fucking guy) appearance, stepping out from the shadows and calmly straightening his tie as he advances on Nagi.]
Having a pleasant afternoon, are we?
[Crawford, this one guy's being danced around like a marionette and the other one's been beaten all to hell and may actually have grievous internal injuries.
YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR IS NOT HELPING.
He tips his head a little to the side, listening to something that isn't there, then nods amicably at Valmont.]
Ah, Mr. Valmont. I do hope you'll forgive this brief interruption of your recreational activities.
[And when things get back around to Valmont, he'll find that control over his voice has been handed back to him, because it'd just be rude to leave him incapable of reply, now, wouldn't it?]
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Having a pleasant afternoon, are we?
[Crawford, this one guy's being danced around like a marionette and the other one's been beaten all to hell and may actually have grievous internal injuries.
YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR IS NOT HELPING.
He tips his head a little to the side, listening to something that isn't there, then nods amicably at Valmont.]
Ah, Mr. Valmont. I do hope you'll forgive this brief interruption of your recreational activities.
[And when things get back around to Valmont, he'll find that control over his voice has been handed back to him, because it'd just be rude to leave him incapable of reply, now, wouldn't it?]