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[iron_infidel]

[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.]

Comments

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[disgracedvoid]

[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.]

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[iron_infidel]

Yes. But you knew of that already.

[It must be done.]

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[disgracedvoid]

...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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[iron_infidel]

No, it has not escaped my gaze. However the tables have turned when it is blatantly being yelled at us from the view of another.

[A practice that they both share.]

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[disgracedvoid]

You do realize, that we are essentially being bullied by a slip of a brat not even fully into adolescence.

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[iron_infidel]

Yes. Though that brat has indulged himself in a ridiculous amount of quadrant knowledge, I am sure he knows what he sees.

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[disgracedvoid]

That is irrelevant and ultimately not important to what is being discussed here.

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[iron_infidel]

So do we not take him seriously? Do we continue to dance around the topic....

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[disgracedvoid]

That is likely not an option anymore.

[The corner of Darkleer's lip twitches again.]

Merely I suggest we pretend that we're discussing this because we are both sensible, mature adults and just because a certain brat could not keep himself from meddling.

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[iron_infidel]

Pretend?

[His mouth holds a gape.]

What do you mean by pretend? If we are mature then we should outright discuss it.

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[disgracedvoid]

Of course.

[A bit of a snort.]

And then I remember you have a tendency to act like you're five.

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[iron_infidel]

[He ponders the thought for a moment.]

Mmmm, then maybe the actions is for you to talk and I'll listen. I am rather immature you know. Being the young grub that I am.

[With a small sigh, a yawn, he come to sit down upo the floor. Crossing his legs and gestures for the other to speak.]

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[disgracedvoid]

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

...sometimes, I really, honestly, genuinely want to strangle the fuck out of you.

[Behold this flawless, toneless deadpan.]

And then I remember I will actually feel bad if you die again, doubly so by my hand, so I don't.

[Now let him just glare down at Signless for all he's worth.]

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[iron_infidel]

[He wasn't expecting an answer like that. Whether or not Darkleer was being honest, joking or simply meant to speak to spite him. The comment caused a flinch to flash across his features. It hurt, though it shouldn't surprise him. Darkleer...the troll who had killed him, there was bound to be come tension right?]

...I deserve that...I think?

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[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer sighed, annoyed by that flash of hurt and not really sure why. Very gracefully, almost ridiculously so, for a troll his size and bulk, Darkleer folded himself down to sit on the floor, somewhat mimicking Signless' posture.]

You are... a very complicated individual.

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[iron_infidel]

[The action of him coming closer, allows him to smile and douse his woes. ]

To an extent we all are.

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[disgracedvoid]

[He shouldn't find that smile reassuring, really.]

Yet I believe you deserve special mention, nonetheless.

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[iron_infidel]

[But doesn't just warm your heart?]

And why is that?

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[disgracedvoid]

[Of course not! It so does.

Darkleer is quiet for a moment, pondering his answer, before he shrugs.]

You make it very difficult to forget you are, in fact, a person.

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[iron_infidel]

[His words are strange. How could he forget such a thing...the concept was foreign to signless and yet it was understandable why Darkleer would say such a thing. Once he thought about it. The comment allows warmth to rise in side of him and slowly he scoots closer to the troll.]

...That's fortunate.

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[disgracedvoid]

...yes.

[He's just gonna shrug. Because. Yeah. Okay. What else is there to say?]

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[iron_infidel]

[He inches a bit closer now.]

Is it because...I am a mutant?

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[disgracedvoid]

[He's going to remain where he is, though his body language isn't as closed off as one might expect.]

...I do not know.

[There's a small pause.]

It is complicated.

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[iron_infidel]

[He finally reaches his destination. Coming just a knees length away from the other. Sitting face to face he gently places a hand on the other upper knee.]

It is alright. You do not have to explain further.

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[disgracedvoid]

...well, that is a good thing.

[Darkleer doesn't flinch away from the touch.]

I am afraid I would not do a very good job, if I had to.