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[rudelanguage]

ANTIGONE INBOX: username ANTIGONEIGUESS
PENDING INBOX: username ITSPENDING
KNIFE INBOX: nonexistent (for now)

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[oblige]

I've instead been stalked about by some obnoxious lout who writes me terrible poetry.

[ Frankly, he'd prefer monsters. ]

[rudelanguage]

[snort.]

You tried cussing them out?

[oblige]

[ A long-suffering sigh. ]

I punched him for attacking a friend.

[ And somehow, that didn't dissuade the guy. Imagine. ]

[rudelanguage]

[there's a hitched noise, halting the impulse to bark a laugh, swallowing it painfully.]

Guh, y-y'know that's... This is supposed to be a stealth gig...

[oblige]

I realize. It has been difficult, with Aestus' influence.

[ That has been the most tiring part of it. Dion has always felt deeply, but to be robbed of the ability to properly moderate it... ]

[rudelanguage]

[she makes a faint noise through her nose, then goes quiet.

a long beat:] So. Did you find an alternative punching bag?

[oblige]

I spend more time in the forest, as our mission allows.

[ Better that than picking fights when indeed they should be covert. ]

[rudelanguage]

Not getting nearly eaten. Lucky you.

[oblige]

I'm more a threat to anything in the forest than the reverse, like as not.

[rudelanguage]

You wouldn't cut that loose and blow everyone's cover, though.

[oblige]

Of course not. But in a world so givdn to magic, they might sense how much aether I have.

[rudelanguage]

I meannnn... Nnnrhh... [she huffs.]

Whatever. You're not askin' for advice, so I'm not gonna...fuckin'...bother offerin'.

[oblige]

Did you not advise me before the mission?

[rudelanguage]

Nrhhh! [it's not like anyone's listening in EXCEPT THE FUCKING DEVICE TRANSLATING AND TRANSMITTING!! but still. erugh.] That wasn't solicited, either! That was-- [what? charity? itchiness?] Wasn't solicited.

[oblige]

That does not mean I appreciate it any less.

[rudelanguage]

That-that's your business, I wasn't fishin' for your good graces, okay.

[oblige]

Of course not.

Yet I knew naught of fae, and likely would have run into difficulties your words allowed me to avoid.

[rudelanguage]

[the spice has ebbed. back to grumbly, pouty mode.]

Probably cleanin' dishes like that other fancy-haired guy...

[oblige]

Fancy hair?

[ Who has fancy hair? ]

[rudelanguage]

Nyeah. Stephanie or whatever. I forget.

[oblige]

I don't believe I'm acquainted with a Stephanie, but what qualifies as fancy hair?

[rudelanguage]

You know! All like...soft and shiny and light... C'mon, Fancypants.

[oblige]

...Kempt?

[rudelanguage]

Eh? [she doesn't speak spanish]

[oblige]

[ Neither does he??? ]

You describe the well-kempt.