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[superioritis]

#B31200 | Ruga

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[superioritis]

[Ah, there it is. If only she were this transparent with everyone else.]

I don't need to hear that from you.

[rasure]

But you do! ♪

It's because you were sooo rude that I had to do this.

[Duh.]

[superioritis]

And you think yourself any better? You may be a child, but those without integrity are owed no respect.

[rasure]

If you'd been nice, I wouldn't have to tell everyone how mean you are.

[She shrugs, arms tucked behind her back.]

I've only told them the things you've said to me, you know. You're just so unlikeable, it comes naturally to them!

return my tag to me, dw.

[superioritis]

You think I care what the people of this realm believe?

[He doesn't trust the judgment of people who buy into gossip so easily. As far as he's concerned, this reflects worse on them than on him.]

Your method is craven. If you have a problem, confront me yourself rather than slinking about behind others.

nay, you mustn't have it

[rasure]

I know you don't care. That's really your problem, isn't it?

[She quirks an eyebrow at him, rocking back and forth on her heels.]

And I don't think you'd like it much if I confronted you directly, so I was tryyyying to be nice. I was giving you a chance!

[superioritis]

Is that a threat? I do not fear you.

[He should, though.]

[rasure]

I know you don't. It's a little pitiful.

[He should.]

But for now, I'll deign to let you live. You'd just come back anyway, from what I hear.

[superioritis]

[Excuse him? (He's excused.)]

You, deign to let me live? Is there no limit to your arrogance?

[Pot, kettle, black.]

[rasure]

[Now now, children, you're both beautiful.]

I wonder if you even listen to yourself talk. If anyone doesn't have the right to talk about arrogance, it's someone like you.

[superioritis]

[She started it!]

At least I speak for myself without cowering behind others. You lack self-respect.

[rasure]

[Peh. She really does stick her tongue out at him.]

I'm taking advantage of the situation, that's all. Not like you would know anything about that. You're as straight as an arrow... but so much that you'll snap in half like a twig than ever learn.

That's not my fault.

[superioritis]

[That accursed tongue!]

I am no twig.

[This metaphor is clearly what offends him the most.]

And I'm not here to take lessons from the likes of you.

[rasure]

[...]

I worry about your intelligence, if that's what you're most upset over...

[superioritis]

[With a disdainful huff, he turns away.]

This dialogue is going nowhere. Keep to yourself, and there won't be further issues between us.

[rasure]

Sure, sure, if that's what you waaaant.

But I won't keep to myself forever, and neither will you. We're bound to cross lines again in the future.

When that happens, I can't wait to see what happens! ♪