The next applicant was a rather hopeless looking ex-Librarian. He was tall and weedy, and about the only thing he had going for him was his dress sense – he wore a smart pressed suit similar to the one that Dimitri, Phoenix Wright, and Miles Edgeworth wore. He seemed highly nervous and alert to his surroundings, exhibiting the much same behaviour as a prey animal.
“H-hi…” He bowed formally. “I’m h… h… I’m here about the j-job…”
Sephiroth looked very unimpresed.
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Kalysto stepped outside, waiting for Desiree. When the room was secured, he fumbled with the door, making sure it was properly locked. Then he slipped down to the lobby on the ground floor, picking up one of the many restaurant fliers in the racks.
“What’s your fancy? Steak? Seafood? There’s a nice little place here…” He tried to hand her one of the fliers. “Not too pricey.”