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He looks ridiculous in the white outfit, but he doesn't seem to mind. It's likely he didn't even bother rummaging through that chest in his room, or even if he did, maybe he liked the new look and decided to keep it. All the chairs and tables surrounding him have been pushed back into two large piles (off screen), so it's just him on the floor. Looking content as if nothing had happened.

"These keys are too MOTHERFUCKING SMALL."

He says, his voice low and raspy at first but then escalating into a shout by the end. The troll (judging by his gray skin and orange horns) remains sitting, now completely silent as he gazes into the camera, his focus on it starting to wane a little.

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[ Bat an eyelash, he does not, but that smirk&sass is terribly infuriating. There's just something about a lowblood scum acting high and mighty that makes his blood boil. Especially ones that take his threats too lightly! He remains sitting up, trying to keep his hands from lashing out to smash the screen.

Also, it should be noted that it's obvious by the look on his face that he does not recognize the Summoner.]

There is something about you that I can't put my motherfucking finger on, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN SHIT. Your reveal has shown me nothing, aside from who it is that I must MOTHERFUCKING KILL TO ERASE THIS UNSETTLING FEELING.

[...welp. That answers that at least. He OF COURSE will not admit he was wrong, but it's a good thing to know anyway. He'll keep it cataloged away, and maybe it'll be useful later]

Mmhm. That something is my infinite confidence and charm. I am really very sorry that it gives you so many uncomfortable feelings. [Spoilers: he's actually not sorry at all 8>]

It is probably not the kind of motherfucking discomfort THAT YOU ARE MOTHERFUCKING THINKING OF.

[But he slowly grins, even if it is a small one. Sure, it sucks not having the upper hand for once, but he'll just have to make the best of this...unfortunate situation.]

So, should I continue calling you PATHETIC SHITBLOODED SCUM, or do you have a motherfucking name or title to offer me?

[Raises an eyebrow at the first bit as if to say aRE YOU SURE, hIGHBLOOD, aRE YOU REALLY SURE, before settling back into his annoying smirk again]

I thought you'd never ask. [Ask again... whatever lkjdsf] You can call me the Summoner. And since we're exchanging names, I hope you have something uhh... less pretentious than "The Grand Highblood" for me...! [Yep. Finger quoting the shit out of that]

[His small grin remains, staring straight ahead in a sort of glazed over sort of look. Hey, he finally got a title or something from this annoying piece of shit, so what the fuck ever, mate!]

No. THE TITLE MOTHERFUCKING REMAINS.

[....sighs faintly, picking at something on the table in front of him instead of looking at him anymore]

Predictable.

[Grins widely.]

Enjoy this moment of predictability while you still motherfucking can, Summoner. [Then totally changes the subject!] WHY 'THE SUMMONER'?

[B... links...! And looks at him again. Dammit, his attempted jab failed! Oh well, he'll get another chance]

[Shrugs!] Had to replace my name with something. That's what's been going around, the last I heard. [...wow a straight answer. Be motherfuckin amazed, bro]

As motherfucking expected from a lowblood. [He shakes his head, genuinely disappointed, but at least everything's kinda funny again.]

CAN'T EVEN TAKE A MOTHERFUCKING GUESS AS TO WHAT IT ALL COULD MEAN. You just take whatever name they motherfucking give you and get your parading on, not even MOTHERFUCKING KNOWING WHY THEY CALL YOU IT? Is that it, Summoner? I MOTHERFUCKING HOPE NOT. The motherfucking embarrassment will start to motherfucking rise all up in me, MY SHITSTAIN MOTHERFUCKER!

[lsjdf PFFF laughs! HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHY HE'S THE SUMMONER BUT HE AIN'T TELLIN' YOU NOW]

Really? Getting embarrassed over little ol' me? [Makes a face at him like 'aww preshus']

[And then he... sits back after a second and shrugs easily, going all thoughtful instead] Besides, names aren't that big a deal, in the long run. What you did with your life is more important then the letters that were attached to it.

[He makes a face, and gets the feeling that the Summoner is indeed not as stupid as he had hoped -- and was still, in fact, making fun of him. The way the Summoner laughs tells him that he's definitely hiding something. Oh well.

Anyway, embarrassment on his part aside, he considers the lowblood with interest once more. Most lowbloods never really stuck around this long to just chat up the ol' homicidal dude. Even if most of it was poking fun of him and NOT taking him seriously. Motherfuckin... and he agrees with him, too! What to say, what to say... what to say without wanting to vomit???]

...

[welp it is always good to know your enemy! Truth is though, if they weren't on other sides of a computer, he probably would've been outta there by now. But here? Like this, where all threats of violence are things that can only happen in the future, which of course no one can really predict? He's cool with just... you know... chatting with and also making fun of one of the highest highbloods out there. Despite everything that's been done to him and lowbloods in general, he still has a really hard time believing all highbloods are one hundred percent evil!!!]

[Which means the Grand Highblood's look there? Intrigues him immensely. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING HE REALLY WANTS TO KNOW +____+ Even if most of it is just horribly racist... hemoist... wwhatevver... there may be a grain of decency and intelligence there!]

[Grins] Don't tell me I've left you speechless already...!

[Yeah, he's pretty sure the whole not-being-there-in-person deal totally plays a part in this...but there were many that absconded even just chatting with him online. So, there was that. And then there was the Summoner. He reminds the highblood a lot of the Sufferer, and that sort of makes him angry! The only difference was that The Sufferer was not funny at all. He was all business.

The look the Summoner is giving him right now seriously makes him want to roll his eyes. Speechless? Him? No motherfucking way.]

You speak too motherfucking highly of yourself, rustblood. I WAS MERELY REFLECTING ON WHAT SEEMED LIKE A MUTUAL AGREEMENT ON A CERTAIN MOTHERFUCKING TOPIC.

[Well... the Summoner is also incredibly dumb sometimes, so that could also... be a thing that's happening now... that's making him stay... He would be super flattered by the Sufferer comparison though! Even if it's not meant that way ljsdf His... hero... ('8]

[BUT NOW... he's peering at the screen, setting his chin back in his hand and rubbing his thumb over the half-healed cuts on his face. SCRUTINIZING YOU!!!!]

Hmm...

[He stares right back at the Summoner, though not quite scrutinizing him. His gaze is mostly circling around the other troll's face, at the interesting scratch marks on his chin to the bright red shocks of hair.]

Out with it. IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO MOTHERFUCKING SAY.

[Lets his hands fall back to the table and tilts his head a little]

No, I'm just wondering how long it'll take before your pride starts trying to climb out your chitinous windtube for agreeing with a lowblood.

[There's a brief sneer, but his face goes back to normal(?????) just as quickly. In fact, he seems to relax a little and shrugs.]

Nah, nothing is motherfucking climbing out of no tube of any chitinous kind. SEE, I'M MOTHERFUCKING CHILL WITH IT. I know a likeable shitblooded motherfucker when I motherfucking see one.

[The small part of his sponge dedicated to self-preservation breathes a sigh of relief when he relaxes. The rest of him though... well... remember that 'aww preshus' look from before? It's back]

Keep going, Highblood. I may blush.

[It's an annoying look on you Summoner JUST FYI >:o( but he doesn't visibly react to it.]

No, mother fuck no! I CAN'T BE STANDING TO SEE THAT SHIT. It just ain't a motherfucking good look on no body. BUT HEY. Motherfucking hey. HERE'S WHAT I'VE BEEN ALL WONDERING FOR SOME TIME NOW. You say you motherfucking met this ol' highblood before, right?

[KEEPS IT THERE because he lives to annoy you, man. }8) Still he's... curious what he might have to say about this, so instead of finding another way to continue mocking him, he just... answers straight]

Yeah uh... that was definitely a thing that I said?

[He'll tolerate it for now...though mostly it's because he can't do shit to make him stop.]

No shit, motherfucker. ANYWAY, TELL ME, SUMMONER. How did I all motherfucking look? [He grins, almost in gleeful curiosity.]

[...wat. LKJSDLKFJ no sorry he can't help but laugh. THAT WAS NOT THE QUESTION HE EXPECTED]

Worried you've gotten uglier in your old age?

[He follows up the laughter with an uproarious one of his own. Waving a hand dismissively, he stops laughing all of a sudden.]

Age ain't a motherfucking thing, motherfucker. NOT TO ME. Come on, enlighten a brother!

[Dat laugh is kind of unnerving actually! Not that he lets it show... mostly because he can't believe he's actually going to try to answer this]

[Leans closer to the screen, looking him over a couple times. Makes a little come here gesture with his finger]

You're uh... too far away. Get closer. [Let him see your face better! There is another huge uncoordinated brute comment he could make here, but he leaves it for now]

[There's no response at first, just a flat stare with a hint of a grin. But then in one movement, he stands up quickly with a loud whoosh sound, then comes crashing back down in front of the screen. The table rattles violently, along with the computer, and the piles of tables and chairs behind him tumble over in a loud clattering mess. That brute comment would've worked here.

His face is mere inches from the screen, staring into the screen with the same look, and completely silent. Like he's daring him to say something unpleasant.]

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