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Re: skylark

[morderti]

[absolutely narrowing his eyes at him]

I'm not that weak.

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

It is not a matter of weakness, sir. Still, if that is your preference, I won't force it upon you.

[ patiently, ]

Would you like some tea?

Re: skylark

[morderti]

[... ... why are everyone so persistent. you, Primrose, Mercury, Fox...]

You know nothing about my preferences.

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

Would you like it after all, then?

[ setting the cup down, shifting to better face him ]

It's difficult to be in the same room as a beating heart, isn't it? To turn your nose up to a meal. I don't mind, really, and it's probably the fastest way to being able to get out of here.

Re: skylark

[morderti]

[the outline of his eyes flicker red for a second, and though he still looks annoyed, his expression is also creeping into something with minuscule traces of dark amusement. if you squint hard enough, that is]

Do not play this game with me, healer.

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

A game? I don't know what you're talking about.

[ moving a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, deliberately slow with his fingers splayed wide in the movement to expose his neck ]

Doesn't it work best that way, though? Taking a meal for yourself is hardly a "favor" you could owe me. As I said, I won't lift a finger to help you.

Re: skylark

[morderti]

[...his eyes flick to that movement for like a fraction of a second before he looks back at Lucifel's face]

Then what do you call this?

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

This is just a conversation, isn't it?

[ setting his hand down ]

If you ended up doing it, isn't that just doing what you like? After all, I couldn't make you do anything you didn't want to do, right?

Re: skylark

[morderti]

Don't put words in my mouth. No one controls me.

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

I was merely answering your question. My apologies.

Re: skylark

[morderti]

No. You're trying to provoke me.

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

Shall I try doing something else, then?

Re: skylark

[morderti]

I highly doubt whatever you do will be of interest to me.

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

How about a fight?

Re: skylark

[morderti]

[he's perfectly aware he's not in any shape to fight properly, and yet]

Bold. You'd heal me only to fight me? Are you that eager to die?

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

I won't die.

[ pushing the tray back just a little, to press it to the wall ]

Re: skylark

[morderti]

You are playing with fire, herbivore.

[he definitely look like he's about to move even if the wall is still his only friend]

So don't just sit there.

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

Wait, wait. Just to agree on something -

[ standing himself up as he talks, ]

If I win, I'll ask that you eat your food. If you win, you can do what you like. It's more motivating to have something at stake, right?

Re: skylark

[morderti]

I don't need motivation to bite you to death. But go ahead, if you require it.

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

[ bringing his fists up now ]

Then it's a promise 🎵 Please make sure to eat the food provided if you lose, as well as drink plenty of water.

Re: skylark

[morderti]

[exactly one tonfa glides into the hand he's not using to support himself against the wall with]

I don't lose.

[that's all he says before he shifts to move forward—]

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

[ bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, patient for him to make the first move with a possibly irritating smile ]

Re: skylark

[morderti]

[despite his exhaustion, he swipes out in a perfect arch against Lucifel, using the momentum of falling instead of actually darting to get as much force into the blow as he can]

Re: skylark

[sancrimony]

[ moving to the side as much as he can, back turned, his tails are sort of in the way but

no, actually, isn't that perfect? with his tails in the way, he spreads them out in an effort to cover his eyes, using the momentum of pivoting to try kicking at his ankle ]

Re: skylark

[morderti]

[he was already falling, so the ankle kick topples him to the side, and he uses his free hand to brace against the floor at the last second in an attempt to twist back up on his feet, though it's unsteady]