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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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[playdolls]

[ After using his living room as a studio while creating this stupid little booklet, they have now come to present him with one. ]

No review required. I know it's great.

[daemonized]

[Well, he wonders if this was truly worth the mess in his living room. If nothing else, it is rather creative.]

Well, I commend you for the effort. It's very artistic.

[And not really all that disturbing for a man like Ardyn, who still does harbor a sense of morbid curiosity.]

...What brought this on? Memories?

[playdolls]

No.

[ An impatient handflap. ]

I was arguing with someone about the tedious self-indulgent elitism of literature as an establishment.

[ Read: they had needed to one up someone. ]

[daemonized]

[He supposes that's better than memories. Though he wonders just how heated this argument became, if it required Pitou to make a right mess of his living room.]

And this is supposed to prove...?

[Please fill in the blank.]

[playdolls]

That literally any moron with a photocopier can create a publication, and being 'published' is bullshit.

[ Or at least, any Pitou with a modicum of attention span can. ]

[daemonized]

Well, with the work you've presented me, I suppose I can't argue against that.

[Even though he does possess a mental file cabinet of copyright law he can go into and the like, the story behind this is more interesting. (Also, this mess needs to be tended to.)]

Who would tell you otherwise?

[Who was this an argument with, Pitou.]

[playdolls]

[ Pitou... does not remember this persons name. So they dig into their bag of junk, filled as it is with balls of yarn and dismembered doll parts... ]

Shuji. I think he maybe told me he was an ink demon. Maybe that was someone else... Either way, it doesn't give any credibility to his trashy novel.

[daemonized]

An ink demon?

[He would be more skeptical if not for the fact that this sounds... relatively normal, by Recolle standards.]

Did you read his trashy novel?

[playdolls]

[ An impatient flappy gesture, ]

I skimmed it. I didn't not read it.

[ How could they authentically complain about something they hadn't even opened. Even they know that much. ]

[daemonized]

[Well, then naturally the follow-up question is this:]

Then how do you know it wasn't worth reading? What did you learn just by skimming it?

[Of course, maybe he's prodding at this just to be annoying. One should not put it past Ardyn.]

[playdolls]

It's just science fiction trash, Ardyn. Playing at insightfulness about the human condition.

[ Pitou is not going to grow less disdainful of that condition. The more they remember, the less it means to them. ]

[daemonized]

Is yours more insightful?

[But that's more of a rhetorical question than anything else.

Ardyn moves to take a seat on the nearby couch. His living room is such a mess, and he can survey the damage more clearly from here.]

Perhaps granting someone the insight to clean up the messes they've left in someone else's home? Hm?

[playdolls]

[ WOW FUCKING EXCUSE U???? ]

Don't be fucking coy, you ass.

[daemonized]

[Don't you EXCUSE U him, look at his living room!!]

Then allow me to be more blunt: Are you going to clean any of this up?

[playdolls]

I'll think about it.

[ AKA send Grell to fucking make them. ]

[daemonized]

[Don't think he won't.

Ardyn lazily leans his elbow into the arm of the couch, resting his head in his hand.]

Grell won't like it when she comes in, seeing all of this.

[playdolls]

Grell will be very happy to see me.

[ Eat ssshit. ]

[daemonized]

[Nnnnope.]

She will be very happy to see you clean this up.