[Gepard knows the name that he used in his short-lived stint as a bassist— but that’s absurd, there’s no way that he ever went to any of the concerts. He’s not the type to be into rock and roll music, he’s the kind of guy who thinks an exciting night is staying up an hour past bedtime with a good book.]

You… did you talk to Serval?

[Now that he thinks about it, if Serval had more of a stick up her ass or if Gepard loosened up a little, they’d look pretty similar, wouldn’t they? Like siblings, maybe.]

You’re the brother that put in a bad word for me! [He can’t believe it, he was booted out because a nosy guard captain couldn’t help but butt in to his sister’s business.]

I can’t believe it, you messed up my whole deal! I’d finally talked her into paying me a fraction of the ticket sales, and you got her to drop me!

[That money would’ve paid for months of his rent, and it all vanished just because of one overprotective little brother. Sampo sighs and props his chin on his hand, slumping a little.]

Guess l’ll have to retire the Ringo alias now, too. Hate to burn a good one, but it’s compromised.

[He’d had a good history on Ringo, all the paperwork and everything. Now he’ll have to start working on building up one of his others, forging up documents. A lot of time and effort goes into it.]