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[One might notice at first that the older troll appears distraught. His eyes are sunken in and the vibrant red of his blood glistens around the yellow of his eyes, creating small viens that extend into the iris. It is a subtle effect that lack of sleep may cause.

There is a moment as he brings a hand up to rub his eyes, following with a pinch at the bridge of his nose before he drops his hand to his side. His mouth opens to speak but is caught in the crossfire with a sharp yawn. A short and curt growl escapes his throat. This was annoying.

Quickly he gains his composure and shakes his head, trying to wake himself from such a drowsy state. Now he can talk at full attention...maybe.]

I wish to address....

[Another pause, muscles tense as he subdues the urge to yawn once more. Calmly he drops back to a relaxing state.]

This tower has grown. I am unaware if any have noticed, though...I am sure. That you have. Since I have found exploring on ones own can prove difficult, especially with new dangers about now.

Would anyone wish to engage...eng..age...in....

[Another yawn escapes him and he nods off for a moment, before the feed cuts off. It must have been an accident maybe an unconscious flick of a finger.]

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[Darkleer arched an eyebrow at that.]

Dare I even ask what that's supposed to mean?

[He steps into the room calmly, sickles held loosely in one hand.]

No, it is probably best if you don't.

[His gaze comes to glance at the weapons he holds.]

Are those them?

[Yes of course they are...duh.]

[He shifts his grip, so he's holding the sickles by the back of the blades as he offers the handles to Signless.]

As you requested, yes.

[Now take them and be in awe of his awesome craftmanship skills.]

[Oh he is. The craftsmanship was beautiful and as he took each sickle, he began to assess and weigh the weight of each of them in comparison. He moved to inspect the blade, carefully running a finger over the sharp metal to test just how sharp it was.]

It is perfection, Darkleer. Though I do remember asking for two sickles.

If you are going to use them in tandem, it's better for them to be part of a set than trying to balance out a preexisting one with the new one.

[That and he's a perfectionist, but shush, we don't mention that very often.]

[Ah yes, well that would have been something he didn't think of.]

Yes, that makes...some sense. I will take your word for and thank you. Do you require any form of payment?

[Dryly, and almost sardonically.]

Perhaps save me the trouble of digging a grave, early or otherwise?

[Simply this face.]

How much restraint was wasted as your words tumbled form your flapping maw?

[Darkleer tilted his head ever so slightly to the side.]

I have no idea what you mean.

[Except he does and he's just fucking with you. 8D]

[He catches on and grants him a warm smile.]

That is rather unbecoming of you, usually you are the one with all the knowledge.

Only a fool would lay claim to all knowledge.

[He arches an eyebrow, feigning innocence.]

[He laughs.]

And clearly you are no such thing.

Oh, I am.

[The very corner of Darkleer's lip twitched almost imperceptively.]

I am just an entirely different breed of fool than that.

[He notices the twitch and it allows his smile to remain.]

A grand fool indeed, not that such a thing is bad.

[The eyebrow goes up again.]

And what does that make you, exactly?

[He is not sure how to answer that....]

According to my descendent something much more.

[Darkleer scoffs, rolling his eyes.]

Your descendant is going to get himself flung down a flight of stairs one of these days.

[Except not really, but he can dream.]

[Darkleer no, we don't hurt karkat.]

...I might agree with you on that. But such a statement would be unbecoming of me...don't you think?

[You know he won't ~~unless an accident happens~~ but c'mon. It's such a pleasant mental image.]

I think we're not supposed to agree on anything, really.

[He's being ironic and facetious, because they do agree on more than a few things, apparently. Isn't it cute?]

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[Oh it is so endearing.]

Such actions are un heard of.

Precisely.

[He shrugs almost delicately.]

...though admittedly, your descendant is not all together terrible, when he deigns to cease his infernal meddling.

He is not terrible at all and has those he cares about, best interests at heart. However his meddling...does offer some annoyance. Especially when he claims...certain things.

[His expression sours a bit.]

[Darkleer is quiet for a long, long moment.]

...we're going to have to talk about this at some point, aren't we.

[It's not really a question.]

Yes. But you knew of that already.

[It must be done.]

...in case it has escaped your notice thus far, I make a habit of ignoring things that do not suit my mood.

[And then secretly hopes they'll go away if he ignores them long enough.]

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