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[daemonized]

ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[daemonized]

When?

[This is going to hurt, isn't it?]

[playdolls]

ASAP

[daemonized]

Then come on over, if you like. I'm here waiting.

[playdolls]

[ You know that thing they do, where they don't confirm or deny whether they are or not going to show up? And then do one or the other... Well.

Hey. Hi. How are you. ]

[daemonized]

[Well, good thing he wasn't in the middle of anything important, because he's not sure that Pitou socking him in the jaw would be very beneficial to his focus. Still, he ushers them in.]

I see you're taking advantage of the offer I gave you.

[Oh, he's just going to smile through this, because it's equal parts ridiculous and how he deals with difficult situations.]

[playdolls]

[ Pitou is rolling up their sleeves. Their nails, painted a feminine nude color, are blessed filed at the moment, though with the rate at which they grow cannot always be promised. ]

I am going to hit you in the face, try not to faint.

[ An extra head injury would just be messy. ]

[daemonized]

[And he's preparing himself. Though he refuses to bend down to make it easier on them; Pitou's just going to have to make an effort on their own.]

If I faint, I expect you to take care of me. Grell would be terribly upset if you left me unconscious on the floor.

[Always joking, even now. Especially now.]

[playdolls]

Fine.

[ They can do both. They can punch him and take care of him all in one big emotional swoop. It's all fine.

They pause for a moment, letting the edge of one nail sit in the clutch of their teeth for a moment. An artist considering the angle.

It's a short consideration, they know what they want: fist on cheekbone. There's a satisfaction to the placement, the way the jut of the cheek fits between a hand's two rows of knuckles.

Kapow. ]

[daemonized]

[Preparedness only goes so far where pain is concerned. They strike him cleanly across the cheekbone, and while Ardyn does not quite reel, one does not merely take a punch and not stagger back even a little bit from it.

That smarts.

A hiss through his teeth as he straightens and places a hand over where he was hit. He rubs at his cheek.]

Everything... good between us now?

[playdolls]

[ They are probably already stalking off, and without turning around they shout impetuously, ]

No!

[ But yes, it probably is, even if their tail is still tense. ]

[daemonized]

[While still rubbing at his cheekbone:]

You mean you don't want to stay? [-he calls after them. What a fussy cat, and he's allowed a little bit of amusement at the way they turn and stalk off.]