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« on: December 06, 2016, 07:44:13 am »
And suddenly, the doors to the conference room open, to reveal a fairly young, blond adult male, looking almost effeminate yet at the same time unmistakably boyish. He steps into the room with a swagger somehow confident and perhaps a bit hesitant. "Greetings," he seems to say to the room as a whole, loudly and clearly, though perhaps a bit stiffly, "My name is Alphonse; Alphonse Hummel. Heir to Abvaille Sweets International Incorporated, an international pastry company mostly based in western Europe, though we are, of course, constantly expanding." He seems to have a slight German accent.
As he speaks, he starts walking slowly to the front of the room, placing himself in an unoccupied chair with practiced movements, though quickly developing a much more relaxed posture as he continues speaking. "With approximately 700 million units sold daily, it is obvious that the company is both incredibly successful and popular. This is all thanks to my father, Victor Hummel. In fact," he says, pointing at the selection of snacks. "I am certain that around 30% of all the snacks on that table have been manufactured in one of our various American and Canadian factories."
He leans back, adjusting his glasses slightly. Someone observant would realize his eyes are, for some reason, a vibrant golden color. "However, despite this, I would like you all to treat me as what I truly am - a humble college transfer student blessed with strange powers. I hope my lofty background does not scare any of you, and my only request is that you deal with me according to my actions, and not according to my past - as you should for all humanity."
