[Ardyn stands there, the same smile on his face. The same demeanor to his form, flippant and a bit uncaring. X'rhun perhaps knows him well enough, by now, to realize that this state of his is insincere in many ways. A mask, tossed out to the forefront, to shield himself against the unknowns of this conversation.
A hand comes up to tug at the scarf, the one not grasping the book-statue in his hand.] I think any hue suits me, when cast against the color of black.
[He holds out said statue, glittering in the light. X'rhun looks tired and worn, but Ardyn does not bother to even remark on it.]
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A hand comes up to tug at the scarf, the one not grasping the book-statue in his hand.] I think any hue suits me, when cast against the color of black.
[He holds out said statue, glittering in the light. X'rhun looks tired and worn, but Ardyn does not bother to even remark on it.]
This is yours, I believe.