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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]

[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.]