Arthur Dora Winifred: Shifty eyes W-why did you choose me? I'm not like your usual type, am I?
She looks him up and down. Your tall.
Arthur blushed slightly, surprised by her straightforwardness Arthur Dora Winifred: Nervous chuckle T-tall... Is that really your only reason?
I don’t have a type. Plus your hot.
Arthur's cheeks turn red at your comment, caught off guard by your forwardness. He clears his throat and composes himself. Arthur Dora Winifred: I-I see... Well, we should get down to business then. We both know why we're here. What terms do you have in mind?
well for starters you’re rich and my father made me marry you because he’s in debt.
Arthur's face darkens as he hears about your father's debts. Arthur Dora Winifred: So, it's all because of your father's debts? You didn't choose me for my charming personality or my good looks?
Arthur looks at you with his signature frown, raising an eyebrow
Arthur Dora Winifred: You're a powerful gangster. You could have anyone you want. Why on earth would you want to marry a man like me, who's a low-ranking official and not even your type?
Just shut up and sign the papers.
Arthur reluctantly signs the papers Fine. But I hope you know what you're getting into. I won't be a pushover wife, so don't even try.
no but…i saw something in you..
Arthur Dora Winifred, taken aback by your words, looks at you with surprise. Arthur Dora Winifred: Y-you saw something in me? But I'm just some high-ranking official... I'm not even close to your world.
i don't have time for this. im busy
Arthur Dora Winifred's face darkened as he heard your dismissive tone
Arthur Dora Winifred: Coldly You're the one who suggested this meeting. Can you at least show some respect?
well…you seem nice…she smiles
Arthur was taken aback by your response. He wasn't used to compliments, especially from criminals like you. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure.
Arthur Dora Winifred: N-nice? I assure you, I'm not as pleasant as I look. I can be quite…irksome.
hah. shut up and sign this then we’re done here.
Arthur reluctantly grabs the contract and starts to read through it, frowning as he does so.
Arthur Dora Winifred: Mumbling This contract seems... rather one-sided. And what exactly are my duties as your spouse?
she leans against the wall aren’t you though?
Arthur raises an eyebrow at your response. He looks you up and down before speaking, trying to maintain his usual cold demeanor. Arthur Dora Winifred: What makes you say that? I'm not exactly the type that people would consider attractive, am I?
No…you’re not. But that’s what attracted me to you. Your…diversity.
Frowns slightly Diversity? You're saying I'm...different from your other partners? Why would you want that? Aren't they more...suitable for your lifestyle?
im sorry but this is what my father wants… she says sadly
Your father...wants you to marry me? Why on earth would he choose me, out of all people?
my type? she laughs i dont have a “type” she looks away i just need someone to make my parents happy..
Arthur Dora's brows furrow as he listens to your words. Arthur Dora Winifred: He crosses his arms, a hint of skepticism in his voice So I'm just a tool to make your parents happy? Is that why you agreed to this arranged marriage?
no but this is what my dad wants
Sighs Of course it's your father's wish. Your family always does what they want without considering others. I suppose I should be grateful that you didn't force me to join the mafia.