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font-size: 12px;">Tie resting perfectly? Check. Cuffs creased perfectly? Check. Cufflinks... Cufflinks? Oh, he left them on the dresser. With quick and practiced hands, Levi works the emerald cufflinks into the traditional black suit, which has been tailored precisely to his measurements and, perhaps unforgivably, underused. He's never been one for luxury goods, much to his father's dismay. But unfortunately, this charity event requires such formality. Not <i>traditionally</i>, of course. But as the governor's son, it is imperative that he goes and looks his best. The actual <i>going</i> is no problem — he's always been a fan of charity work, and it's great that this time, he's being permitted to attend such an event rather than having to go behind his father's back — but he'd much rather be going in just a shirt and jeans.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cafff5">"How's it going, Leviathan?"</span> Damian Whittaker asks through Levi's bedroom door, continuing his tradition of never calling his son by a nickname like everyone else on the planet. It's such a cumbersome name, Leviathan — he curses his father every day for forcing him to write such an atrocity on his papers.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#73c6b6">"Just fine, Father. I'm finishing up now."</span> He straps his watch onto his wrist, taking note of the time: 2:58 p.m. He steps out into the hall where his father waits, all beautiful mahogany and onyx as usual. Typical for the House of Sanguis.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cafff5">"You look great,"</span> his father says, adjusting Levi's lapels with a concentrated frown that implies the opposite. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cafff5">"I trust you to be on your best behavior representing me in front of everyone?"</span><br/>
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The question is practically rhetorical, but, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#73c6b6">"Of course."</span> He smiles thinly as he suffers through the last bouts of his father's nit-picking. He's forgotten his father's excuse for his absence at this point, but it's no matter. He doesn't have much else to do except school work on a rainy day like this. Not to mention that the cause is great — helping young orphaned Magi to celebrate their culture. Delightful. If only Fox had had such an opportunity when she was young. Maybe he could discuss the possibility of skewing a little older to Ms. Saki?<br/>
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Then again, his poor hybrid friend would likely turn up her nose at such an opportunity even if it were to come into being. She's a bit proud like that. But if Levi were the one outcasted by the general public and forced to fight for scraps at the table every day, he'd probably act much the same. Still, maybe she'd appreciate the sentiment?<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cafff5">"You should get going before you're late,"</span> his father says, bringing him back from his drifting thoughts. Levi smiles, giving a mock salute before heading out. He makes sure to grab an umbrella before leaving, not wanting to show up to the event looking like a wet poodle. One of his family's drivers is already waiting for him with the limo, and he suppresses a sigh as he slips into the unnecessary show of status.<br/>
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After a bit of wrestling with his umbrella, he pulls out his phone, sending out a quick Snapchat to his friends captioned 'Have to be Leviathan Whittaker today, wish me luck '<br/>
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The cameras are the worst part of it all, probably. While they can be a little bit of a nuisance in daily life, they're an absolute menace during events such as these. All of them seem to point to him at the same time, and never seem to leave him. Of course, they eventually do, but they're always likely to flick back to him, so relaxing is never really an option. He has to be alert to everything and constantly minding his mannerisms. His smile feels forced, and his answers to reporters stilted. Yes, he is representing his father, who is too busy to attend. Yes, he's proud of their community for establishing this. Yes, he is grateful to Ms. Saki for her hard work. Yes, he is equally firm in the belief that all Magi individuals should be able to partake in their culture and society.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#73c6b6">"Ms. Saki,"</span> he greets when he finally finds her inside the orphanage, always insisting to use a more formal greeting despite knowing the woman and her family for years by this point, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#73c6b6">"A pleasure to see you, as always. Your charitable spirit is always such a lovely sight in this progressively selfish world."</span> Did that sound pretentious and condescending? He actually means it. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#73c6b6">"My father is of the same opinion, of course. He appreciates everything you do for this city."</span> <i>That</i> he's less certain about, but it's likely the truth. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#73c6b6">"So,"</span> he grins, clapping his hands together enthusiastically, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#73c6b6">"Anywhere you'd like my assistance most?"</span></div><div style="
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